Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Jun 17, 2010 12:31:56 GMT -5
Noctis Lucis Caelum
"Being like the others would be better...(power) It is a problem."
Custom Title:
The Last Heir of the Caelum Dynasty
Age:
19 (-23)
Gender:
Male
Family:
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: None/ Deceased
Race:
Human
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual
Home World:
Tenabrae, City of darkness
Alignment:
Twilight
Job:
The last heir of the Caelum Dynasty, ruling over the remaining city state that controls the Crystals. Prince and protector of the city-state against Conquerors and seekers of the Crystals.
Items:
Varies from time to time, (otherwise unknown)
Accessories:
3 Leather pouches on his belt and Silver-buckled Gloves.
Personality:
On most days, Noctis maintains a very collected aura, though quite cool and aloof this may seem, he is actually a relatively shy character. This shyness is evident when he meets Stella Nox Fleuret and engages in brief conversation with her, although there are signs he appears to open up when he suggests she stopped calling him 'Lord Noctis'.
This type of friendly development shows he is not indifferent to all, such as when he is seen with his friends and laughs. The prince is in general a phlegmatic, consumed in his troubles and thoughts of the ever knocking wars that come to his door but this shadows the potentially compassionate true nature making him a complex person.
As he sits on his throne, a vision to none, his cool'ness' becomes stemmed from the way he is treated and perceived by commoners and others, and is in fact a facade he puts on to stay in a comfort zone, and to hide his inability to communicate extrovertedly with the likes of Stella Nox Fleuret. There is no real outward gesture that Noctis finds himself doing, that can define his character, but the complexities make him quite eccentric.
History:
Little is known of Noctis' direct history, except that of his rank and status in the city state as protector of the Crystals. As the last heir to the Caelum dynasty, he is alone without blood relatives. Tenebrae is his apparent home and a beautiful place where his family was known to govern like a modern-day mafia.
Swearing to protect the Crystals like his forefathers, he is in line for kingship to continue the Caelum dynasty. Though in such loneliness, he is often in the company of 'friends', his driver, and notably a fugitive.
It is assumed that he has been the chosen one to protect the Crystals from marauders and barbarians seeking claim of them for some time as he displays unearthly skills in battle. He is known to all as one capable to destroy an army singlehandedly.
Abilities:
His weapons, paired with telekinesis, gives him the capability to summon all weapons at once in a glamourous display and use them as a force shield wall.
As they are conjured at his will, he is able to teleport to wherever they are so as to momentarily exchange weapons and throw one a great distance then reappear before it lands.
A symbol marked in blue light around him, is known to appear when he is summoning his weapons. Similarly, when engaging in battle, his eyes change to a gleaming red shade and his hair becomes more tinted in a metallic blue-silver.
Summons:
Noctis is able to wield a variety of weapons, of which are considered his summon, ranging from spears to firearms and swords although his favourite and primary weapon seems to be a falchion fashioned with an engine at the hilt.
Magic:
Telekinesis (when wielding conjured weapons), Force field sheild formed by the power of the Crystals by a wall of weapons. Teleportation to the location of his weapons.
Strengths:
Open minded, he is sincerely devoted to his oath and fights with the otherworldy strength of the crystal as if it were part of him. In times of need, for his high regard of friendship, he is able to be there and makes it a point to be. There is much to explore in this area, and is a subject seldom analysed by him; those who surround him is to decide.
Weaknesses:
Over contemplation and approving of solemnity, relishing occasionally on loneliness. Harbours a deep perception of things and observes everything in his path, which affects his ability to interact with people. Developed a shyness in character at some point in his childhood and is constantly in search of a suitable self expression.
Crushes:
(Lightning and Stella) otherwise none or subject to change.
Role Play Sample:
A bass drummed in time with the chorus of ethereal voices, no words sung or pronounced, harmonised the harsh sounds of violins composing the symphony of his aggressive reclusion. It played in the background of his life as his mind arrested itself within the hall he sat, upon a seat to enthrone one of grandeur. Clashes of instruments crescendoed to exhalt his spirits, that were as lightless as the eyes of those that had befallen carnage. Just outside a long the stone staircase, he had seen such eyes and the absurd scent of death perfumed the shadows there.
The reality was silent, lurid and tenebrous as a world like Tenabrae could be.
His eyes opened from the common escape into reverie that happened when they were shut; the gloved hand that rested to comfort his position in the thinking, left his cheek. Both hung at the armrests and slid up to push him off the chair; some time had passed here and straightening himself, Noctis stood and walked, his cold facade carried towards the exit ahead of him.
Those doors, so immense and heavy, never swung and never creaked. He was outside now, the air fresh and awakening as he breathed, but what he saw of his world was no different in colour and light than what he had been seeing with closed eyes. Before as he had always stood to face his enemies as they tried to take down this stronghold, he gazed out in wonder for what could be of his future and the memories of his past. The turn of his head as he surveyed the area of his corrupted empire, he caught sight of a figure at the base; unclear as the silhuette was, he neared it as his foot left the first step and divided him from time to travel a whole flight down.
Noctis saw this character as the only colour in this dead gloom now, and paused, standing on what was a platform that separated the continuing flight of stairs that amounted hundreds of steps to descend. The voice drifted up and he narrowed his eyes to study the possibilities of why, such a question was asked when a weapon was drawn. It led him to be defensive and yet anxious if he was taking the right option because no attack had been imminent, the usual way it always was; he came out here to face them but this was different.
Nevertheless, his hand left his side readied to summon the force of his crystal; there was a necessity to speak out but he never did as the glimmers that began surrounding him lit his being, as if to gain the attention he realistically never sought. His expression remained void though his heart and senses questioned his judgment and awaited conversational confrontation; he was unable to begin fire for the fleeting minute and shifted to skip another ten steps.
The stare of his was amber in prepared violence that grew murky with his indecision and doubt whilst he looked at her, pushing to voice something which he hoped she would find instead; the first words never came easy, he wanted to affirm that he was not making a mistake on trust if he spoke first. To Noctis enemies needed no negotiation, only whatever it took to satiate his often inward wonder as to why they aligned against him and that he had to encounter them.
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