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SOLAUCTOR.

in truth, tidus hadn’t been able to put his finger on it just yet. something about the maester made his skin crawl, and that inability to distinguish exactly why he felt that way was driving him crazy. perhaps because he had never even heard of yevon before coming to spira he wasn’t blindly loyal to its teachings and those at the head of its following – or maybe it was how close this guy kept standing to yuna. he was going to choose to go with that first option.

            ❝ what’re you getting at? ❞ he asks him, his whole stance rigid as he folds his arms against his chest. he still wasn’t sure what to make of any of this, so he could hardly give any sort of answer on just whatever it was he was looking for. the easiest answer he could keep giving was that he was looking for a way home. ❝ i’m just trying to get back home – ❞ to zanarkand! ( but he was told not to tell anyone that, wasn’t he? ) ❝ and help yuna if i can. i dunno all this stuff about truth and lies you’re goin’ on about. ❞

           O,  LITTLE  WOULD  a  mind  so  ignorant  grasp  when  it  came  to  the  obvious.  the  maester  releases  a  long-withheld  sigh,  shaking  his  head  from  side  to  side.  he  can  practically  feel  that  distrusting  gaze  set  upon  him-  and  oh,  how  he  deserved  it!  

                                               but  appearances  must  be  kept  up,  he  supposed.

the  mage  cants  his  head,  surveying  the  loud-mouthed  swordsman  with  something  akin  to  masquerading  disdain.  his  voice  is  affable,  polite,  and  yet  there  is  a  tone  within  it  that  denotes  no  small  amount  of  mockery.  good  luck  PROVING  it.              ❝    such  a  dedicated  guardian.  lady  yuna  must  count  herself  lucky,  indeed.    ❞          one  hand  reaches  forward  to  grasp  one  of  the  fruits  atop  his  dining  table,  holding  it  steadily  in  his  palm.             ❝    and  as  such,  i  trust  that  you  are  fully  prepared  to  embrace  the  guardian’s  code.  are  you  not?   ❞

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OOC.   something interesting about Anima that i’ve noticed, is that she has what appears to be a card similar to a holy saint/prayer card on the chain around her neck. On it, there is a religious depiction of Anima as she was in life. 

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RUINCAST.

            “There is nothing wrong with placing your faith in something.” It’s a statement, more-so than a question. Fingers are already clasped together—the aftermath of a prayer. “Is that why you’re here?” | @guadosin·

          ❝    OH,  HOW  ATTENTIVE.     ❞       the  maester  turned  his  gaze   toward  the  young  man,  long  fingers  awkwardly  so  that  their  claws  were  hidden  by  the  heavy  fabric  of  his  robes.  his  eyes  wander  the  temple-like  structure,  enjoying  the  ambience.  the  aura.        ❝    faith  is  often  a  source  of  strength  and  stability  for  the  people.  it  provides  hope  for  those  that  have  none  in  such  sorrowful  times  indeed     ❞     

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                 IT  IS  WHAT  FAITH  CONDEMNS  that  i  would  bring  at  your  behest;  a  way  to  stop  the  conundrum  from  breaking  down  upon  our  heads.   ERADICATION;  obliteration  is,  in  few  terms,  the  only  hope  of  our  world’s  salvation.  for  it  is  in  death  that  we  find  solace  away  from  the  atrocities  of  our  made  SIN.  a   faraway  place  in  which  faith  and  FAYTH  have  no  real  means.  harken  to  my  words,  o’  world;  I  will  destroy  spira.  i  will  save  it!       

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like this for a starter i guess.

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NAME: Seymour (last name redacted) AGE: 28 HEIGHT: 6′6″ / 172 lbs.  TYPE: Red Mage.  SPECIES: ??? humanoid hybrid. MOTHER: Anima. Deceased.  //  MATERIA:Cure, Blizzaga, Thundaga, SUMMON: SHIVA.

Brought to life by the geneticist, Kilmister, while in the employment of Shinra Electric Power Co., Seymour found himself in a world saturated with knowledge and inquiries. Born as a side-product of genetic engineering, Seymour’s genetic code was pieced together using leftover samples of humanoid DNA gathered in the permafrost in the archaeological dig sites to the north.  While officially created by a mere apprentice of Professor Hojo, Seymour proved to be an invaluable asset when choosing the locations of the Mako Reactors outside of Midgar. 

HIS ABILITIES included something special; the extreme sensitivity to the scent of the Lifestream. Able to find springs of pure Mako energy by sensing auras and tracking scent alone, he is an invaluable asset toward finding fertile land.

Raised primarily by his mother, Anima, who was also an apprentice scientist in the division, Seymour was granted access to immeasurable study-material. A literal sponge, he soon became obsessed with researching things like materia and the fount of its power, the lifestream. He too became invested in the study of the Cetra, attempting to delve deeper into his own ‘meaning’ and finding very little. Particularly captivated by the magical ability to summon monsters to his side, they became his primary focus and near-obsession. Certain knowledge however, was almost always kept out of reach. Mainly anything that involved company secrets. 

NOTE.  Seymour was away from Midga, studying the sudden opening of earth in Mideel when the WEAPON strikes the city. Anima is one of the many casualties within the actual building. 

AC - DoC.   Upon learning the truth about the JENOVA project with the general public, a deep-seated hatred is grown from the seed planted in Seymour. At the point of DoC, he has become employed by the services of the WRO to study the sudden fluctuations in the planet’s Lifestream following their discovery of DG’s attempt to resurrect OMEGA.

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         THEY    DON’T    BELIEVE      you. . .   this  surprises  you?    ❞           he  is  stagnant,  the  maester’s  lavender  gaze  finding  that  pampered  head  of  yellow  hair.     this  one. . .     he  had  sensed  this  one’s  distrust  from  the  VERY  BEGINNING.     granted,  his  methods  were  not  at  all  heroic,   but  the  ends  would  justify  the  means     they  would  see.  

they  would  never  again  be  forced  to  FEEL  HIS  PAIN,    his  ANGUISH.    and  none  would  be  made  to  walk  the  ground  of  a  planet  made  doomed  by  greed.         ❝    have  you  come  to  seek  the  truth,   or  perhaps  a  lie?    ❞

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This sphere is a reconstruction created from the thoughts of the dead that wander the Farplane.

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“You Walk Away” | Blutengel

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        ❝     WHY  DO  YOU   resist  what  cannot  be  overcome?      ❞         lavender  irises  find  solace  in  a  youthful  appearance,  lips  pursed  taut  with  the  lingering  despair  of  thoughts  on  SIN.        ❝     chaos  will  always  exist.  always  pervade.  it  is  an  inevitability.      ❞

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             THERE   IS    A    curve  at  his  spine,  hands  hidden  in  the  soft  material  of  too-blue  sleeves.  prayer  beads  crinkle  and  knock  together  with  little,  wooden  promises  that  draw  together  his  ensemble.          ❝    the  pleasure  is  all  mine,    ❞        voice  pleasant,  light,  lofty.          ❝     please,  make  yourself  at  home. . .      ❞

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like this for a starter i guess.

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There is nothing for you here...

❝     OH?  DO   ENLIGHTEN   me  as  to  why.     ❞        a  genuine  bout  of  curiosity  folded  carefully  in  his  voice.  Spindling  fingers  make  their  home  within  the  fabric  of  his  sleeves,  casual,  calm  and  collected.      

@lightconsume  

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do u need watering

                ❝   IF   YOUR   OFFER   is  EARNEST,  lady  ultimecia,  then  i  am  afraid  that  i  must  decline.   ❞        a  formal  sweep  of  his  long,  decorated  sleeves.  he  inclines  his  head  toward  the  winged  BEAST  of  a  woman,  lilac  eyes  leering  from  their  tops.           ❝                  but  rest  assured;  were  it  another  day,  another  era  of  peace  and  prosperity,  i  would  bathe  in  your  waters  ‘til  both  our  thirsts  were  quenched.   ❞

@timeperish didn’t ask for something spicy but they got it anyway

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Gif request meme

↳ Final Fantasy + favourite villain - requested by anon​ 

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That right there is Dissidia. Now let's talk about Dissidia? Can we talk about Dissidia, please, guys? I've been dying to talk about Dissidia with you all day, OK?  "Seymour Guado," this name keeps coming up over and over again. Every day Seymour is getting sent back to me. Seymour Guado! Seymour Guado! I look in FFX, and this whole box is Seymour! So I say to myself, "I gotta find this guy! I gotta go up to him and put Dissidia in the guy's goddamn hands! Otherwise, he's never going to get it and he's going to keep being forgotten." So I go up to Seymour’s office and what do I find out, guys? What do I find out?! There is no Seymour Guado. The man does not exist, okay? So I decide, "Oh shit, buddy, I gotta dig a little deeper." There's no Seymour Guado? You gotta be kidding me! I got boxes full of Seymour! All right. So I start marchin' my way down to Yoshinori Kitase in SE and I knock on his door and I say, " Yoshinori Kitase! Yoshinori Kitase! I gotta talk to you about Seymour." And when I open the door what do I find? There's not a single goddamn desk in that office! There...is...no... Yoshinori Kitase in Square Enix. Guys, half the characters in this company have been made up. Dissidia is a goddamn ghost town.  X.

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thank u for doing the lord's work

i do what i must