Auron App


[nick / name]: Lys
[personal LJ name]: ketsumetsu
[other characters currently played]:

Natsu Dragonil :: Fairy Tail :: imusteatit
Father Abel Nightroad :: Trinity Blood :: whofelltoearth
Urahara Kisuke :: BLEACH :: vivememorleti
Sumimura Masamori :: Kekkaishi :: stillwaterrun

[e-mail]: lysandra.sylier@gmail.com
[AIM / messenger]: shinjiteeth [y!m] pochirabume [aim]

[series]: Final Fantasy X
[character]: Auron
[character history / background]: Wikipedia link here.
[character abilities]: Wikipedia link here.
[character personality]: There had been a time when Auron was faithful, faithful to his religion and to authority, but then authority had tried to tell Auron who he should care about, who he should love. There was a man who accepted him, despite his selfish decisions, a man who also had made selfish decisions. When that man died, the last shreds of Auron's idealism died with him. He was left with only infinite cynicism and promises so heavy to bear so as to keep a dead man from finding peace (or perhaps peace had never been what a man like Auron had wanted). His experiences left him with a hatred of his former religion and a singular guiding viewpoint:

There is no authority but yourself. There is no reality but the one you create. The world is your story, your story revolves around you; be responsible if you must, be foolhardy if you must, but your decisions in life are yours and yours alone; make them without any regrets.

Although his viewpoints in general could be considered selfish, Auron is by no means a selfish man, and never has been. He puts his responsibilities to others before his own, the comfort of others before his own. He is a rough man, and while well-educated and certainly capable of social graces, knowing always more than he seems to share, he prefers to leave sociability to 'living' society. While brusque, he is level-tempered and caring, fond of animals and children. While cynical, he doesn't disdain naivete in others.

Their mistakes are their own to make.

[point in timeline you're picking your character from]:

[journal post]:

To the newcomers:

This world is yours now.

Please, do whimper more in public. It's easy enough to tune out once you've heard so much of it. Do nothing and nothing will come to you.

Alternately, you could stop your whining and make the most of the situation that you've found yourselves in. That's what I would do, but then, I'm not you.


[third person / log sample]:

His flesh was beginning to grow cold on one side of his body. He couldn't feel it, he knew that it was growing colder only because the snowflakes that fell from the cloudcover of the high peaks of Mount Gagazet would land on the bared flesh of his shoulder, melting more slowly than flakes that would land on his face.

The snow was so pure, so high up on the mountain. Beautiful, but horrible, deadly. Lady Yunalesca had been that way, so beautiful but with a stinging message, that they were worthless, that Braska and Jecht had had to die, and Jecht only to be reborn into a hundred years of sorrow as Sin. Yunalesca had told him with her flawless face that there was no way to overcome the cycle, only to roll over to their fates without argument.

It had been too much. It had destroyed Auron, that idea of hopelessness, and he had struck out at the Lady Yunalesca.

She left him to crawl down the mountain, broken, an irony, as Braska would have put it. He could so easily have left himself to be taken by the mountain, but there were promises that Auron had made which he planned to keep. The length of his sword dug itself into the permafrost as he dragged himself up slightly, eyes scanning the boulders around him. He'd heard a noise-- the fiends that would have been following his thin trail of blood would be upon him soon enough.

Leaning on the katana, he saw the wolf-like fiend staring at him from around the corner. His injuries be damned, he should have no problem killing the thing, even if he knew it had at one point been a man much like himself, struggling on that mountaintop in Spira. He would have to kill them, though, kill them for their own good and to make it easier.

Auron had made promises. One day he would help Spira to destroy Sin, Braska had said he would defeat Sin, so he would, and Sin was Jecht. Auron took a shaky breath and laughed low at the fiend, lip curling up in newfound cynicism.

"I'm sorry. I can't let you do that. I have promises to keep, and the only one to decide when I am going to die is going to be myself."