Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 4, 2024 20:05:50 GMT -6
Zidane Tribal
"Heroic? Human? Those are just things people say after the fact... It's not what the people say afterward...What's important is being true to oneself."
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Zidane Tribal
NICKNAMES::Monkey, Thief, Miscreant, Country Bumpkin, Brigand, Cur Ziddy
GENDER:: Male
AGE:: 23
ORIENTATION:: Hetero
GAME OF ORIGIN:: FFIX
ALIGNMENT:: heroic
EQUIPMENT::
Mage Masher: Mage Mashers live up to their namesake and have the chance to inflict the Silence status on casters, disabling their ability to cast magic for a time.
The Ogre: The Ogre uses the combined magical force of the twin Mage Mashers to provide the chance to inflict the Blind status on opponents, diminishing their ability to attack, by over half.
NICKNAMES::
GENDER:: Male
AGE:: 23
ORIENTATION:: Hetero
GAME OF ORIGIN:: FFIX
ALIGNMENT:: heroic
EQUIPMENT::
Mage Masher: Mage Mashers live up to their namesake and have the chance to inflict the Silence status on casters, disabling their ability to cast magic for a time.
The Ogre: The Ogre uses the combined magical force of the twin Mage Mashers to provide the chance to inflict the Blind status on opponents, diminishing their ability to attack, by over half.
HEIGHT:: 173cm
HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: Blond/Blue/Light
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: None
II. PERSONA
Zidane is an upbeat fellow who never needed a reason to help others in need, and often found himself neck deep in trouble because of it. He is a bit flirtatious, but an openhearted fellow with a strong tendency to speak his mind, and it was often things others did not wish to hear. In situations which he was unsure of he always found himself holding back his opinions with an open mind until he had the entire story and view of a situation. He was a bit crass in his behaviors, being that he was raised on the streets, but he always meant well in his actions. He was sensitive in some respects, but only when it came to the well-being of those around him. He was private and did not talk about his personal life, unless it meant showing off to the ladies, but they were usually tales of exaggeration and straight out lies.
He had few manners when it came to fine dining. No amount of acting skills would provide for the table manners that a bunch of thieves lack. He often ate with his fingers, gloves or not, and caused fights when he was inebriated, becoming more emotional and confrontational. Normally he wore a mask over his true feelings and always preferred smiling to frowning. His tail had a habit of speaking his mind, be it nervously twitching on the ground when he was thinking hard or standing on end when he was acting aggressively or startled.
He was adventurous and had little outward fear. Though he was one you can consider reckless, it was only under the standpoint where he would never think twice about helping another in need. He only did what he had confidence in himself for. He was energetic. Being youthful gave him access to boundless stores of energy. He liked to tease others and was a bit of a prankster, but he never meant his actions in a sorrowful or malicious manner. Because he held many roles in the troupe's plays he could talk his way in and out of most situations, but he was also very expressive with his body. When he was feeling confident he puffed out his chest and when he was startled it was not against his nature to animatedly respond. [Sourced from an old app]
He had few manners when it came to fine dining. No amount of acting skills would provide for the table manners that a bunch of thieves lack. He often ate with his fingers, gloves or not, and caused fights when he was inebriated, becoming more emotional and confrontational. Normally he wore a mask over his true feelings and always preferred smiling to frowning. His tail had a habit of speaking his mind, be it nervously twitching on the ground when he was thinking hard or standing on end when he was acting aggressively or startled.
He was adventurous and had little outward fear. Though he was one you can consider reckless, it was only under the standpoint where he would never think twice about helping another in need. He only did what he had confidence in himself for. He was energetic. Being youthful gave him access to boundless stores of energy. He liked to tease others and was a bit of a prankster, but he never meant his actions in a sorrowful or malicious manner. Because he held many roles in the troupe's plays he could talk his way in and out of most situations, but he was also very expressive with his body. When he was feeling confident he puffed out his chest and when he was startled it was not against his nature to animatedly respond. [Sourced from an old app]
III. HISTORY
Though he is aware of his true origins, to him his life started when he was found by Baku at a young age and raised as a member of Tantalus. He lived by their side as part of their Theater Troupe. Twelve years later the troupe would find themselves in Alexandria on a secret mission which involved kidnapping the royal princess of the country. Their escape did not turn out as planned and left them traveling on foot to the capital of Lindblum from the bast of the Evil Forest. On their journey they discovered many strange things and horrible truths that were hidden under the shadow of Queen Brahne of Alexandria.
Discovering the truth of the turmoil between the two countries Zidane seemed lackluster about helping, but he did know he wanted to do one thing: protect her. He had grown close to her over time and none of his "smooth moves" worked with the fiery lass. For all his talk he had no honest means to normally talk to girls. The best he could do was protect her, because she needed protecting. They traveled far and wide across the continent trying to stop the events that unfolded because of one man's sly words…. The words were twisted of deceit, but something about the Warmonger's poetic banter twisted worry in Zidane. He never resisted following the princess, whom he had grown a strange attachment to over their time together.
Adventures carried on with every exploration being a whole new experience for the princess, but for Zidane they were places he had seen, places he had been. More and more did he want to show off for the princess and carry her across the continent, visiting the sites he knew best and could weave the greatest stories from, but it seemed that was all it ever was for him. He didn't know why he tried so hard knowing that, at the end of their journey, they were to separate. When they arrived at Lindbulm he was vexed. While it was his backyard and everything for him was within arm's reach, he was a world away from where the princess now was. He was at a loss at what to do. With the Festival Hunt coming he pushed for one more hurrah and would blow off steam by taking it out on the deadly wildlife to be released into the kingdom for the day.
But he never saw that victory and ended up at the tail end of a drugged meal.
Knocked unconscious Zidane travels with his companions to his comrades nearby home, but he is soon further drawn into a war between nations that he had more to do with than he realized. He continued to search for Dagger in hopes he could bring her back to safety. Yet still she evaded his efforts.Through onto Clerya only to become part of a calamity amidst celebration. In the struggle against Bharne's army Zidane does find a way back to the kingdom of Alexandria, only for yet another tragedy to strike, this time to the person who was growing closer and closer to his heart with each passing day. When reunited they travel together across the continent and discover the harrowing truth about the man who supplied the kingdom of Alexandria with her weapons.
Eventually they discovered the origin of not only Zidane's birth, but his dear friend's as well. It was a harsh revelation for both parties and sent the cheerful thief into a deep depression. His friends forced him to realize the truth and pushed him from the dark place he chose to place himself. They fought on to end Garland's schemes to turn their beautiful Gaia into a shadow of its former self. Afterward Zidane stuck close to the person he had come to love. Though he still traveled and worked with Tantalus, he often returned to where it all began.
[Sourced and edited from an old app]
Discovering the truth of the turmoil between the two countries Zidane seemed lackluster about helping, but he did know he wanted to do one thing: protect her. He had grown close to her over time and none of his "smooth moves" worked with the fiery lass. For all his talk he had no honest means to normally talk to girls. The best he could do was protect her, because she needed protecting. They traveled far and wide across the continent trying to stop the events that unfolded because of one man's sly words…. The words were twisted of deceit, but something about the Warmonger's poetic banter twisted worry in Zidane. He never resisted following the princess, whom he had grown a strange attachment to over their time together.
Adventures carried on with every exploration being a whole new experience for the princess, but for Zidane they were places he had seen, places he had been. More and more did he want to show off for the princess and carry her across the continent, visiting the sites he knew best and could weave the greatest stories from, but it seemed that was all it ever was for him. He didn't know why he tried so hard knowing that, at the end of their journey, they were to separate. When they arrived at Lindbulm he was vexed. While it was his backyard and everything for him was within arm's reach, he was a world away from where the princess now was. He was at a loss at what to do. With the Festival Hunt coming he pushed for one more hurrah and would blow off steam by taking it out on the deadly wildlife to be released into the kingdom for the day.
But he never saw that victory and ended up at the tail end of a drugged meal.
Knocked unconscious Zidane travels with his companions to his comrades nearby home, but he is soon further drawn into a war between nations that he had more to do with than he realized. He continued to search for Dagger in hopes he could bring her back to safety. Yet still she evaded his efforts.Through onto Clerya only to become part of a calamity amidst celebration. In the struggle against Bharne's army Zidane does find a way back to the kingdom of Alexandria, only for yet another tragedy to strike, this time to the person who was growing closer and closer to his heart with each passing day. When reunited they travel together across the continent and discover the harrowing truth about the man who supplied the kingdom of Alexandria with her weapons.
Eventually they discovered the origin of not only Zidane's birth, but his dear friend's as well. It was a harsh revelation for both parties and sent the cheerful thief into a deep depression. His friends forced him to realize the truth and pushed him from the dark place he chose to place himself. They fought on to end Garland's schemes to turn their beautiful Gaia into a shadow of its former self. Afterward Zidane stuck close to the person he had come to love. Though he still traveled and worked with Tantalus, he often returned to where it all began.
[Sourced and edited from an old app]
IV. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS:: Rex Draco
OTHER CHARACTERS:: N/A
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 20+ years of Forum RP, DMing, writing
HOW YOU FOUND US:: Affiliate
NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: ADHD, neurodivergent/disabled
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: It was impossible to tell if Zidane was up with the sun, or had never gone down with the moon. He had returned to Alexandria on the first airship out of Lindblum that morning, which was just before sunrise. He arrived bright and early, just in time to see the sun come over the horizon.
"Finally!" The man stretched his arms over his head, his rucksack swaying on his back. "I haven't felt solid ground for weeks!" For the past two weeks Zidane was imprisoned in his own airship.
He had gone down kicking and screaming for a role in the gang's new play, only to promptly go down for being overworked. Rehearsals day in and day out and whatever time wasn't spent on stage they were in the dressing room redoing his costume or making him work on costumes! That man was a slave-driver! Baku never made it easy when he wanted something, but he came out alive! The play was 'I want to be Your Canary.' and Marcus was finally backing down for lead! This wasn't the first time he played the lead for this role, but that was a special occasion, they weren't gunna let it happen again without a lot of work this time around.
Now free from Baku's clutches, Zidane made haste across the border to visit his one and only queen. He wanted nothing more than to be at her side. It was the one place he felt at home. Yet he always had to leave... Why did he always go back? He never wanted to feel that he had gone away.
"Time to take a shortcut ...!" With a quick look around Zidane spotted a stack of crates pushed up against a wall. "Don't mind if I do."
Against the protest of the dockhands, Zidane clambered up the crates and onto the roof. Without once looking back the man made a mad dash for the castle. His boots clapped and clattered over the stone shingles, his belt not making a sound despite the weight of his blades tugging down with every hop, skip, and jump. Soon a familiar rumble caught his attention. Overhead clouds had begun to form as they carried across the plateau.
"Oh no you don't," He picked up speed. "You won't catch me!"
Zidane was now racing the storm clouds. He had dressed in his best duds, there was no way he was going to be soaked before seeing Dagger! Another crash of thunder and the former rogue was sliding around a chimney, making It over three more roofs. Only four more until his destination!
Another roof behind him and Alexandria's skies were grey with cloud cover. Lighting now actively flashed overhead. One more roof to go!
DO DON!
A boom of thunder right overhead. Zidane finally made it to the edge of the collection of roofs and jumped down while running at his top speed. He launched across the footbridge before landing on the boat, giving the soldier a fright.
"Hurry! The storm!" Zidane called to her sense of urgency.
Realizing what the man meant she began across the moat.
☆☆☆☆☆
The castle gates opened to a heavy rainstorm and Zidane soaked to the bones looking not unlike a wet rat. The Pluto Knight that had opened the gates opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't ask." The defeated actor waddled into the castle, boots squeaking the whole way.
OTHER CHARACTERS:: N/A
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 20+ years of Forum RP, DMing, writing
HOW YOU FOUND US:: Affiliate
NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: ADHD, neurodivergent/disabled
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: It was impossible to tell if Zidane was up with the sun, or had never gone down with the moon. He had returned to Alexandria on the first airship out of Lindblum that morning, which was just before sunrise. He arrived bright and early, just in time to see the sun come over the horizon.
"Finally!" The man stretched his arms over his head, his rucksack swaying on his back. "I haven't felt solid ground for weeks!" For the past two weeks Zidane was imprisoned in his own airship.
He had gone down kicking and screaming for a role in the gang's new play, only to promptly go down for being overworked. Rehearsals day in and day out and whatever time wasn't spent on stage they were in the dressing room redoing his costume or making him work on costumes! That man was a slave-driver! Baku never made it easy when he wanted something, but he came out alive! The play was 'I want to be Your Canary.' and Marcus was finally backing down for lead! This wasn't the first time he played the lead for this role, but that was a special occasion, they weren't gunna let it happen again without a lot of work this time around.
Now free from Baku's clutches, Zidane made haste across the border to visit his one and only queen. He wanted nothing more than to be at her side. It was the one place he felt at home. Yet he always had to leave... Why did he always go back? He never wanted to feel that he had gone away.
"Time to take a shortcut ...!" With a quick look around Zidane spotted a stack of crates pushed up against a wall. "Don't mind if I do."
Against the protest of the dockhands, Zidane clambered up the crates and onto the roof. Without once looking back the man made a mad dash for the castle. His boots clapped and clattered over the stone shingles, his belt not making a sound despite the weight of his blades tugging down with every hop, skip, and jump. Soon a familiar rumble caught his attention. Overhead clouds had begun to form as they carried across the plateau.
"Oh no you don't," He picked up speed. "You won't catch me!"
Zidane was now racing the storm clouds. He had dressed in his best duds, there was no way he was going to be soaked before seeing Dagger! Another crash of thunder and the former rogue was sliding around a chimney, making It over three more roofs. Only four more until his destination!
Another roof behind him and Alexandria's skies were grey with cloud cover. Lighting now actively flashed overhead. One more roof to go!
DO DON!
A boom of thunder right overhead. Zidane finally made it to the edge of the collection of roofs and jumped down while running at his top speed. He launched across the footbridge before landing on the boat, giving the soldier a fright.
"Hurry! The storm!" Zidane called to her sense of urgency.
Realizing what the man meant she began across the moat.
☆☆☆☆☆
The castle gates opened to a heavy rainstorm and Zidane soaked to the bones looking not unlike a wet rat. The Pluto Knight that had opened the gates opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't ask." The defeated actor waddled into the castle, boots squeaking the whole way.
