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Conditions of Play and Notes:

In the Five yeas since the end of IX, a lot has happened to the former heroes and I leave it up to you as to what this could be; this should be dictated in the history section of the character sheet but there is no need to go back into what was covered in the game.

You are allowed to have non-canon characters in this RP but they will not be as strong as one of the heroes and their sheets will need a little bit more detail.

Routinely a set of numbers will appear either at the top or bottom of one of my posts, this will gradually make sense so do not be too perplexed at the start.

Nickname/Alias: Sparrow
Age: 15
Class: Bard
Species: Human

Appearance: A boy of about five foot five inches, gazelle-limbed but awkward save his fingers in action. Natural red hair covered one blue eye, the rest falling messily about his smooth chin andpulled back in a short ponytail. A cream poet shirt all but swallowed his thin frame, blue vest and brooch securing it. A brown strap on his shoulder supported a small harp case, containing the pearl-like instrument known as Cordelia. A thick belt held up baggy trousers, which poured into brown boots that were possibly three sizes too large.

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Personality: Sparrow flits between personalities as haphazardly as his namesake might move. His outermost persona is as fiery as his hair, inconquerable at best and stubborn at worst. Beneath that layer, Sparrow holds great concern for those he deems to be under his protection and will go to great lengths to do what is best for them. Beneath even that, Sparrow harbors some deep secret he refuses to tell a soul. It is from this defensive ego that his outer shells are supported. Sparrow is undoubtedly aware of the consequences but he covers these up, too, with optimism and zeal.

History: Sparrow was born to a bard and a merchant's daughter in Lindblum. He began taking lessons at a young age, and by the time he turned 11, he played gigs with his father regularly. Unfortunately, his father was killed in a freak construction accident while helping to rebuild the airship town. His mother was never the same after that and Sparrow was forced to play in order to pay the bills. It was a life he despised. He wanted to travel because that's all his father ever sang about. So, at the tender age of 15, he ventured away from home by way of chocobo caravan...

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Name: Blank
Age: mid-20s?
Class: Thief
Species: Human
Appearance: Vivid red hair held up by what seems to be a belt looped round his head, which also covers his eyes. He also wears a large belt slung over his chest which carries the back-mounted sheath for his sword. He currently sports a stone-grey long-sleeved t-shirt and trousers combo.
Personality: Open, friendly, personable and caring. He's willing to help out his friends whatever the cost, even going so far as to get himself petrified to save his 'bro' Zidane in Evil Forest.
History: Blank has been with Tantalus as far back as he can remember and grew up with Zidane, thinking of him and the other Tantalus crew as his brothers. He was petrified in Evil Forest and, once freed, was one of the people who supported the main heroes the most. In recent years he has been having some trouble, once he was fast and agile enough to keep up with Zidane, but he's been slowing down very gradually and been getting much heavier without actually getting fat. He discovered that the supersoft Marcus aquired for him was actually past it's sell-by date by a couple of decades and his depetrification wasn't totally complete and his body was mostly made of a kind of living stone. He was forced to take numerous softs just to be able to approach his previous level. He left Tantalus and began acting in Ruby's theatre. That didn't go so well, his incredibly heavy weight wrecked the stage on more than one occaison. He decided after one of these incidents to leave, to try and find a way to restore himself to normal and that's pretty much what he's doing now.
Abilities and Other Notable Things:-
-Made from 'Living Stone'
-Blunt Impacts are inneffective against a Stone Man
-Resistant to Ailments
-Low-Medium level Fire spells do nothing bad to him
-Weak against Ice/Water
-Drinks Softs to loosen up and lose weight
-Brown eyes, change to Blue when active

Alcohol-smell rolled off Cal's breath like curses from his tongue. "Getta loada that p***k," he slurred, pointing at the small pointy-hatted creature shuffling down the street. Cal nearly slipped but his arm draped about his pal's shoulder.

Cal's companion, who was entirely sober but just as dumb, guffawed. "I bets we kin make 'im scream fo' wha 'e did ta us good-fellas. A' houses. A' fam'lies."

"Yeah. Lemme go, Buddy. I'll grab the little twank." Cal pulled away, rolled his shoulders, and swaggered toward Vivi at an alarming pace. Buddy's loud 'HA HA HA's bounced off the bricks.

Oh s**t.

Buddy yelled out, "B' kehful, 'e's prolly got deh snappity-change stuffs!" Cal only grinned, white teeth contorting his otherwise sooted-up face into the scowl of Death himself. He pulled something out of his belt-- a crooked red dagger, as the light soon revealed.

Triple oh s**t.

Cal swung at the mage's chest.

Cal swung around. "WHAT'S THE PROBLEM, LIL' GUY? Ya think yer so tough til a big man like me comes 'round and shakes a dagger atcha. C'mon, turn 'round 'n' fight me like a man! Oh wait, sorry, forgot ya AIN'T HUMAN! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He staggered forward again, trying to grab Vivi by the arm.

Neither Buddy nor Cal noticed the dark shape slinking up beside the building.

That grin didn't get any better. Cal pulled Vivi close. The whiskey-scent on his breath was terrible. "Whatcha got ta say for yerself?" he leered. The crimson blade danced in the sunlight. Cold blood. He was gonna kill this misguided little mage in cold blood, and it would be wond--

Thuck.

"What the hell!?" Cal stumbled back, let go of Vivi and looked around. "WHO DID THAT!? Buddy, who did it?!"

"OW!" Buddy recoiled as something smacked him in the head. "Oi'm gettin' outta heyah!" Scuffling, whining footsteps faded into the distance as Buddy fled.

Cal was about to demand answers again, but a large rock implanted itself between his eyes. He staggered backward and fell onto his back. His attempts to get back onto his feet were met by way of rock-in-the-a**. "BUDDY! BUDDY COME BACK!"

Within a few panicked seconds, the street became quiet again, save the light footsteps in the shadows of a building.

The footsteps soon brought a curious figure into the light. Reddish-orange hair, wild, unsuccessfully pulled back into a ponytail. Eyes, a deep blue reminiscent of water, contrasting with the boy's otherwise firey image-- one hidden by a bit of hair. A baggy cream poet's shirt bunched around his wrists and elbows, disappeared beneath a din blue tunic. Baggy trousers belted across his hips and eventually pooled into huge brown boots. His strangest marker was the oddly shaped case strapped to his back. And freckles. Can't forget the freckles.

The boy tossed a small rock up and down. "Don't mention it. Those guys are trouble. Whatcha doing out here alone? Don'tchu have friends?" The stone scattered on the cobble below. He tilted his head at Vivi and smiled halfway.