Post by CEODORE HARVEY on Nov 20, 2012 15:24:49 GMT -5
Introducing Ceodore Harvey
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Full Name: Ceodore Harvey
Nickname(s): None
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Home World: The Blue Planet
Canon/Original: Canon; FFIV The After Years
Weapon: Mythril Sword
Employment: Prince of Baron, Red Wings knight
Custom Title: Prince Duality
[color=003366][font=monotype corsiva]Prince Duality[/font][/color] Appearance
Hair: Ceodore’s hair is a light blonde, seeming to lay somewhere between his mother’s and father’s hues. It tends to spike, but more back than out, and so it appears less messy than is typical of such styles.
Eyes: His eyes are a deep blue, like his father Cecil.
Body Type: Ceodore is not a very imposing figure at 5’6, but his overall frame is lean and athletic. He has a very boyish face, in stark contrast with his mature demeanor.
Style: Ceodore is a knight, and he looks the part. He wears an azure-toned lightweight suit of plate armor, protecting important parts of his body but leaving the arms and head exposed for freedom of movement and vision. A scarf of red and white swings freely from his neck, with its tip hanging to around his thighs. He also adorns himself with a decorative headpiece resembling some sort of circlet.
Personality
Alliance: Good
Likes:
-Friendship
-Progress
-Being useful
-Family
-Individuality
Dislikes:
-Confinement
-Slacking off
-Special treatment
-Needless pain
-Helplessness
Strengths:
-Determined
-Workaholic
-Brave
-Empathic
-Protective
Weaknesses:
-Uncertain
-Sensitive
-Prone to worry
-Naïve
Fear(s):
-Being unable to rise above his family’s shadow
-That disaster will fall upon everything he cares about, and he will be helpless to stop it
Overall Personality:
The young knight is something of a contradiction, as there seem to be two distinct halves to him. Initially one sees a polite young man, soft spoken but mature for his age. At times he will be found lacking in confidence or, on occasion, even outright timid. Even in casual spar he seems less a threat than a compact body going through the motions, though he handles himself well and does not intentionally half-ass it. Essentially, he is a child of proper upbringing, but in dire need of self-confidence.
But when it’s all on the line, Ceodore is a different person entirely. His thoughts no longer waver, his eyes set ablaze, and his resolve takes the forefront. In these situations, where that which is precious to him is threatened, the true bravery of Baron’s prince bares its fangs.
Background
Love Interest: N/A
Family: Cecil Harvey (father), Rosa Joanna Farrell (mother), Theodor “Golbez” Harvey (uncle), Kluya and Cecilia (grandfather and grandmother; deceased)
Friends: Kain, Ursula, all those people in After Years. There were a lot, alright?
Enemies: None
History:
Ceodore was born the child of two of the greatest heroes on Earth, as well as prince of the kingdom they ruled. As such, he always felt he had rather large shoes to fill. Anywhere he went people would only speak of his father and mother, and for a good portion of his youth it became a crushing weight upon him. It would not be until the events of the moon’s return that he would finally shake this pressure.
At a young age Ceodore became a squire to Baron’s elite airship knights, the Red Wings. He worked hard during this time, readying himself for the day he would become a true soldier. And oh how he wanted it, so that he might finally shake this burdensome legacy and make a name that was solely his own. He did not even allow others to speak to him as a prince when he could help it, insisting that they instead treat him like any other soldier. Most acquiesced, but to a certain extent it was impossible for them to completely change. Only Biggs and Wedge, two senior knights who encouraged him in their own ways, ever seemed to fully resist being star struck.
Finally, after some years, he found his chance. Ceodore was to undergo the trial that all knights of the Red Wings partook. At the Adamant Isle Grotto, he was to delve into a deep cave complex and retrieve an emblem from its depths. This, he was told, would be proof that he was ready. The prince did as he was bid, but was assailed by a massive Sand Worm at the end of his quest. The worm nearly overpowered him, but in doing so awakened the sleeping beast within Ceodore. With newfound resolve he felled the worm, retrieving the emblem and finding that it was but a mere rat’s tail. In either case he returned triumphant.
That was when it all went wrong.
While returning to Baron, the airship carrying Ceodore was attacked by powerful flying monsters. The crew did their best to mount a defense, but in the end the ship fell from the sky, crashing and killing all aboard except the fortunate knight-to-be. As he stumbled from the wreckage he was saved by a strange hooded man, who aided in defeating one of the surviving fiends. The man offered no name, but upon learning Ceodore’s identity they become traveling companions. Using Mysidia’s Devil’s Road they arrive at their destination. They do not stay long though; the hooded man soon tells Ceodore they must instead flee. Cecil is not himself, and until they can learn what has happened they will not be safe in Baron.
The two travel for a time, evading Baron soldiers in the Mist Cave. Their quest for answers takes them to the kingdom of Damcyan, where they arrive to see Kain leaving with the Red Wings, along with a captive Rosa. They give chase, along with Edward and Cid, and in no time find themselves back at Castle Baron. Here the hooded man reveals himself to be the real Kain Highwind, with the imposter being his pent dark feelings run amok. The two have a showdown before Ceodore’s eyes. Kain comes out on top, bringing his dark side back into him and gaining newfound holy powers. With one loose end out of the way, the five gathered heroes move to confront the brainwashed Cecil.
A battle breaks out, and Ceodore finds he must confront his own father. They duel, but he is unable to strike the man down. A summoned Odin recognizes Cecil and betrays its summoner, shattering the Maenad’s hold over Cecil and finally freeing him from her control. But all is not yet done. The Maenads have the world’s crystals, and the moon above grows ever closer, threatening to destroy the planet. With the help of Golbez they are able to travel to the moon for the final battle with the mastermind. But first they encounter Cecil’s own dark half, the Dark Knight. It is a fearsome battle, but amid it Ceodore finds the will to protect those around him, and with the help of his family he defeats this vile shadow.
Alongside uncountable brave souls, Ceodore faces and defeats the Creator at the moon’s heart. In the aftermath he returns to his duties as a sword of the Red Wings, with Kain as his new commander.
Other Information
Alias: Crow
Where You Found Moogle Academy: Some dork invited me.
Password: adminedit
Other: Ceodore is obviously somewhat displaced from his time. I don’t expect anyone with a IV character to join as the After Years version, so don’t feel like you have to.
Roleplay Sample:
The wind whipped at Ceodore’s brow. The weather was not especially turbulent on this side of the world, but at this height a little wind was to be expected. That was something he had to get used to about airship travel. The wind. It seems a silly thing to fret about, but when so much of it was stinging your eyes and tossing your hair about it became hard to get much of anything done. He had been about a year into his squirehood when he finally grew accustomed to the constant squall, and could finally stop shielding his face every time he went out on deck. Oh, how glorious that had been!
There was precious little to be done at this time. Plenty of knights had work to do at their stations, but just as many did not. Ceodore was among them. He stood with his arms folded against the railing, the tip of his scarf swaying gently as he gazed at the endless countryside below. There were no major settlements here, and so their mission to aid in the world’s repair moved them onward. But even so, he couldn’t help but feel that the land beneath him seemed scarred somehow. It may not have been physically marred, but the atmosphere felt hurt and oppressive. It was like watching the smallest scratch grow infected and gangrenous. Was this to be the state of the planet now? Even with the return of the crystals, how long would the world feel ill after its near-destruction?
But then, did it matter?
The prince sweeped his scarf back as it momentarily flopped over the side, careful that it did not catch upon some seem in the ship’s hull. His stare likely seemed aimless, but in truth he had never felt so focused in his life. His father and mother before him had once worked to repair a world they had watched torn asunder. Now he, too, would bear this duty. This was not the task of a savior, but rather of a humble knight in the service of Baron. One day, perhaps, the throne and all duties it entailed would be his. And it was a scary thought. But until then he was free to shape himself in accordance with his own desires, as he was doing now. He was Ceodore before all else. Ceodore the Red Wing. Ceodore the warrior. He felt no shame in inheriting his family’s will, but it was hardly the sum of all parts.
A voice beckoned his name, and he blinked. Ceodore turned away from the open landscape to see Kain looking in his direction. He was needed, perhaps? With some amount of haste he left his place of lazing, eager to see what his commander required.
This world would be healed. There was nothing he couldn’t protect anymore. That much he was certain of.
There was precious little to be done at this time. Plenty of knights had work to do at their stations, but just as many did not. Ceodore was among them. He stood with his arms folded against the railing, the tip of his scarf swaying gently as he gazed at the endless countryside below. There were no major settlements here, and so their mission to aid in the world’s repair moved them onward. But even so, he couldn’t help but feel that the land beneath him seemed scarred somehow. It may not have been physically marred, but the atmosphere felt hurt and oppressive. It was like watching the smallest scratch grow infected and gangrenous. Was this to be the state of the planet now? Even with the return of the crystals, how long would the world feel ill after its near-destruction?
But then, did it matter?
The prince sweeped his scarf back as it momentarily flopped over the side, careful that it did not catch upon some seem in the ship’s hull. His stare likely seemed aimless, but in truth he had never felt so focused in his life. His father and mother before him had once worked to repair a world they had watched torn asunder. Now he, too, would bear this duty. This was not the task of a savior, but rather of a humble knight in the service of Baron. One day, perhaps, the throne and all duties it entailed would be his. And it was a scary thought. But until then he was free to shape himself in accordance with his own desires, as he was doing now. He was Ceodore before all else. Ceodore the Red Wing. Ceodore the warrior. He felt no shame in inheriting his family’s will, but it was hardly the sum of all parts.
A voice beckoned his name, and he blinked. Ceodore turned away from the open landscape to see Kain looking in his direction. He was needed, perhaps? With some amount of haste he left his place of lazing, eager to see what his commander required.
This world would be healed. There was nothing he couldn’t protect anymore. That much he was certain of.
