Sync the Tempest (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fifthreplacement) wrote2016-04-01 04:36 pm
fifthreplacement) wrote2016-04-01 04:36 pm
Entry tags:
[Empatheias] Application
Player: Fortuna
Contact:
Plurk:
Discord: FortunaDraken#0962
Age:
Current Characters: N/A
Character: Sync the Tempest
Age: Physically around 15, true age around 3
Canon: Tales of the Abyss
Canon Point: After his true death on Eldrant
Background: Wiki link - the timeline isn't entirely accurate for his early history, but the details are correct.
Personality: One important fact to mention before going into Sync's personality is that when replicas are born, they're total blank slates. In a way, they don't even have basic instincts, though they learn them fast by copying what those around them do. However when created, replicas can be programmed to have some basic motor skills such as walking, talking, eating, etc. Sync is one of these replicas. The problem with the programming is that in exchange for being born with these skills, development in other areas will be stunted, making it harder to learn. In Sync's case, he has severe trouble understanding emotion, especially positive emotions. As a result, it shows through in his personality and (in)ability to handle ordinary people.
Perhaps the very first thing to understand about Sync is the sheer amount of hatred he has for the simple fact that he was born. He views himself as trash, a failure of a replica, and has a fair amount of self-loathing going on. He doesn't display it as such, viewing it less of something that his emotions make him feel and more of just a fact: he was born to be a replacement, he was deemed unworthy, and was tossed away. As a result, the mere fact that he was born is something that he hates. More than once in his life he's contemplated ending his existence, but never has to come to anything. Regardless, it is one of the defining points of his character. As a result, he also hates the Score for being the reason he was born. If it hadn't dictated that the Fon Master would die, he wouldn't have been born. It's why he goes along with the plan to destroy it and Lorelei, not caring about the fact it would also destroy the world.
Sync views himself as empty, and in way isn't entirely wrong. While normal people (or successful replicas) go through life as you'd expect, Sync spent most of his short life training and be used as a tool for Van Grants. He was very aware of this fact, and in all honesty doesn't really mind it. It gives him some sense of purpose, a feeling of being useful in some way. It makes his life easier to bear. Regardless, that kind of upbringing has resulted in him being very much unattached to everything and everyone. The idea of friendship, of caring for someone or something, to have a reason to actually live, is foreign to him. People who act normally are confusing. As a result, he tends to really not give a damn about a lot of things, particularly other's opinions.
It makes him dangerous as an opponent, as he's not afraid to fight with everything he has, to give up his life, as it doesn't mean much anyway if he loses. If he loses the fight, he's clearly not useful anymore, and should just die anyway if the fight didn't kill him. It's that reason that he lets himself fall from the Tartarus when he loses to the party in the core. He doesn't need the party's pity, seeing that kind of life as worthless and pathetic.
Despite this, it's also true that if he was going to die, he'd rather it be on his terms. It's why he fights so hard, because dying to some pathetic excuse for a person is not exactly okay by him. If he's going to die from a fight, then that person had better put everything they have into it. Heaven help he ever gets killed by something managing to catch him off guard or sneaking up on him. It'd just make him hate himself even more.
Two words that describe Sync very well are ruthless and sadistic. Ruthless in that he is not one to care about what happens to those that aren't important to Van's plans, ruthless in that he will destroy anyone in his path without stopping or hesitating. If there is one thing he definitely is, it's an effective weapon. Sadistic in that he's not beyond doing whatever it takes to achieve what he plans. When Anise tries to stop him from taking people to get their Score read (and quite possibly dying), he's not above changing his voice, raising it to sound identical to the replica Ion, whom Anise was quite close to, despite the fact that Ion had just recently died. He knows damn well it'll hurt her, and frankly he doesn't care. In fact, if anything it simply amuses him that it's so easy to get by her.
Sync doesn't have a temper as such. It is kind of hard to anger someone who really doesn't give a damn about what you think. But he does have a few things that can make him mad (put in the right way, sometimes they'll just amuse him), namely pretty much anything that attempts to validate his existence, or claim he's actually worth something, or knows more about the whole existing thing than he does. Ignoring him in a way that says he's being underestimated can also do it. His temper doesn't tend to boil up to exploding point like a normal person's; instead it usually flips to mildly annoyed at best to pissed off to high hell and likely about to punch someone in face if he isn't already. Given his age, it's almost like a temper tantrum, except that his are lethal and can very easily be fatal.
Abilities: Sync's fighting style is easily described as "stupidly strong and fast". The only fighter in the entire game who doesn't use a weapon, he fights with punches and kicks that hurt like hell to be hit by and can dish out a startling amount of them in a short span of time. He also has a variety of powerful fonic artes (or magical spells) at his disposal, of varying elements. He's one of the deadliest foes in the game, and as the penultimate boss, isn't to be underestimated.
Sync also has a pair of fonic glyphs inscribed across his chest and on his upper back. These increase his ability to use the Seventh fonon, as without them, he'd be incredibly weak with using it.
He's also stupidly smart for someone his age, able to pick up on things incredibly quickly and learn things very fast so long as they're still logical enough for him to understand. A tactical genius, he might be the youngest God-General but he's also Chief of Staff and the others will all look to him for orders due to his ability to assess and analyse a situation and find the best solution for the problem.
Alignment: Elios. It's hard to pick between Elios and Sosyne (weighing between Sync's hatred and anger) but I feel like the hatred of himself and intense dislike for just about everyone ever is one of the defining points of his character and tips him towards Elios as being more suitable, as while he can get angry a lot, his hatred is always present. He despises himself and hates everything about the fact he exists.
Other: Due to his nature as a replica, a walking mass of Seventh fonon, any part of Sync's body that comes unattached from him (like hair or blood) will dissipate after a few seconds in a cloud of light motes. If he should be killed, his whole body will glow briefly before fading away in a similar manner.
General Sample: Old TDM thread link.
Re-app note: I wasn't sure if using the old thread was alright or not since it's a re-app, so if I need a new general sample, I'm willing to write a new one.
Emotion Sample:
This world was stupid, as far as he was concerned. Using emotions to rebuild itself...if that was the way it worked, why bring someone like him here? Sitting cross-legged in one of the parks where there isn't anyone around (maybe it's too early for others, but then Sync hasn't ever really needed to sleep all that much), he watches the plant life around him as his mind wanders.
Why did it have to bring him back anyway? He scowls, the plants beginning to wither and die around him as his hatred for life (his own in particular) flares, static in the air rising and sparking occasionally. Just like the Tempest he was called. Angrily he rakes a hand through the air, as if to brush the sparks aside, though they simply cling to him instead, stinging his skin. He watches them with an almost morbid curiosity. He hates himself, that much is true. Perhaps the emotion brought the lightning forth to attack himself, as he wishes he could do. But no, he can't end his own life. Sync was never allowed that. Van may not be here, but he obeys regardless.
Still. The lightning is curious, and begins to fade as his hatred settles for the moment. Looking at the plant life, he tilts his head, reaching out with a hand. Anger and hatred made it die. What would curiosity do? The blades of grass almost seem to gain some colour back and lean towards his hand as he brushes them with his fingers. Neutral-positive emotions grow, negative destroy...ironic. The little part of the child he truly was was fascinated, but Sync pushes that aside. He isn't a child. He never was. He scowls, pulling his hand away and letting the anger rise, the plants dying once again as he gets to his feet. Stupid world. He stalks off, uncertain what to do but done messing with the emotional balance of this world right now, ignoring the trail of death that's left in his wake.
Questions:
General sample for the re-app
But 'waking up' in the middle of town? He was pretty sure this wasn't where he was last. And with the locals giving him some uncertain to downright nasty looks, something was very much amiss here. Something had changed and it had him on guard, almost waiting for an attack.
It didn't take long to find out the cause of the change, not to mention exactly what day it was, from one of the natives that was still at least somewhat sympathetic to the Otherworlders, and the feeling it caused...the raw hatred that he hadn't felt in so long suddenly explained more of it. Enough that he stalked away from the city, and didn't stop until he was in the outlying forest. He'd disappeared.
"I hate this world," he muttered to himself, still walking, but that walk was slowly increasing to a full blown run. Sync had left this world, disappeared into non-existence and probably done what he hadn't wanted to in the first place to those he'd begun to care about. The run only stopped near the lake, where the fighting had happened. Why had Velvet done this? He doesn't know, but he's kind of disappointed he missed it. Sync could use something to beat up right now.
"Why? Why make me leave, and then bring me back again?" he asked the air, looking up at the sky. The grass around him was dying from the sheer force of his anger and hate. "Why can't you just leave me alone? I didn't ask for this!" Fonons, or whatever passed for them, swarmed around him, but he didn't use them. The state of his emotions did enough damage by themselves.
This marked the fourth time. Four times he'd been brought back from whatever death was supposed to be. Sync snarled, turning around finally and walking slowly back towards the town. He swore whenever he found out what was really pulling people to and from this world, he was going to beat it senseless.