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All the world is a stage ::
:: And all the men and women, merely players.
Created on 2006-09-06 14:12:29 (#11084979), last updated 2007-06-12
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Basic Info| Name: | ::Kuja Tribal, soon-to-be God:: |
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| Website: | My RL Journal |
BioFor future reference, I run on this time.
Your Name: Di (Or Dee. Whichever.)
Your Age: 16
Aim: DieuxOssanPersonal journal:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
dieux
Desired character: Kuja
Game character is from: Final Fantasy IX
Character social class: Upper Class
Age: ??? (Around 23, maybe?)
Occupation: Aristocrat/Politician/ Member of Alexander
Character past/History:
Growing in the higher ups of society, Kuja preferred to isolate himself from the others who were, as he put it, too engrossed in their own imagined self importance. Though his family was well respected, Kuja had never been one to appreciate his heritage and even took steps ensure that no one would know of his real relation to them.
His hatred of them may have come from the fact that he was never liked by his father, who thought of him as a failure. Effeminate and lacking any physical talent, Kuja was the son any father would be ashamed of.
After his schooling, he began writing political novels under another name which soon gained popularity amongst noblemen and women, his father included. Through his alias, he gathered many connections in the higher ups of politics and even became a close friend with many of them. It was through these connections that he uncovered a scandal that he used to ruin his father for good.
His father was tried, persecuted, and his fortune went completely to Kuja, who had by then become a prominent politician.
Third person writing sample:
The sweet smell of lilacs wafted as Kuja entered the uninhabited room. Every step he took echoed as he made his way to a large mahogany desk at the end of the room. The room was cold. There was only one large window that seemed to take up the entire right wall where the desk had been facing, but it was as if the entire area had been exposed to the outside storm.
He went behind the table, opening the drawers and emptying them of whatever there was inside.
Papers, documents, inkbottles; he threw then down to the ground as he tore through the drawer’s contents. It got frustrating. Losing his patience, he ripped the drawers themselves out of the desk and dropped them on the floor. There was nothing.
He couldn’t believe it.
His search was in vain. He fell back against the wall a few feet away from the table contemplating his reasons. He took one last look at the desk when something caught his eye. He hurriedly got back up and approached the desk, reaching into the empty socket when one of the drawers had previously been.
His hand reemerged with a simple brown picture frame in hand. He brought it close to his face as his eyes scanned it earnestly. It wasn’t for another minute that he so much as moved.
Eyebrows furrowing, an angered and almost disappointed look fell on his features. “No.” he murmured, his lip quivering. The hold his hands had on the picture frame loosened and the object slipped right out of his clutches, falling to the floor. The glass holding the picture inside down shattered, creating a loud clatter that broke whatever silence the room was left in.
Without another look at the broken glass on the floor, he stormed out of the room, pushing aside a maid by the door, who had rushed there after hearing the noise. “Burn everything in that room.” He barked, not even sparing the frightened girl a glance.
---
“Did you her about the master’s outburst?”
“He had everything in the room burned!”
“How terrible! What was in it?”
“A few or his fathers old belongings. And there was a picture of the previous
master with a woman and a young boy. Was the master ever blond?”
---
My Layout is from
Your Name: Di (Or Dee. Whichever.)
Your Age: 16
Aim: DieuxOssanPersonal journal:
dieuxDesired character: Kuja
Game character is from: Final Fantasy IX
Character social class: Upper Class
Age: ??? (Around 23, maybe?)
Occupation: Aristocrat/Politician/ Member of Alexander
Character past/History:
Growing in the higher ups of society, Kuja preferred to isolate himself from the others who were, as he put it, too engrossed in their own imagined self importance. Though his family was well respected, Kuja had never been one to appreciate his heritage and even took steps ensure that no one would know of his real relation to them.
His hatred of them may have come from the fact that he was never liked by his father, who thought of him as a failure. Effeminate and lacking any physical talent, Kuja was the son any father would be ashamed of.
After his schooling, he began writing political novels under another name which soon gained popularity amongst noblemen and women, his father included. Through his alias, he gathered many connections in the higher ups of politics and even became a close friend with many of them. It was through these connections that he uncovered a scandal that he used to ruin his father for good.
His father was tried, persecuted, and his fortune went completely to Kuja, who had by then become a prominent politician.
Third person writing sample:
The sweet smell of lilacs wafted as Kuja entered the uninhabited room. Every step he took echoed as he made his way to a large mahogany desk at the end of the room. The room was cold. There was only one large window that seemed to take up the entire right wall where the desk had been facing, but it was as if the entire area had been exposed to the outside storm.
He went behind the table, opening the drawers and emptying them of whatever there was inside.
Papers, documents, inkbottles; he threw then down to the ground as he tore through the drawer’s contents. It got frustrating. Losing his patience, he ripped the drawers themselves out of the desk and dropped them on the floor. There was nothing.
He couldn’t believe it.
His search was in vain. He fell back against the wall a few feet away from the table contemplating his reasons. He took one last look at the desk when something caught his eye. He hurriedly got back up and approached the desk, reaching into the empty socket when one of the drawers had previously been.
His hand reemerged with a simple brown picture frame in hand. He brought it close to his face as his eyes scanned it earnestly. It wasn’t for another minute that he so much as moved.
Eyebrows furrowing, an angered and almost disappointed look fell on his features. “No.” he murmured, his lip quivering. The hold his hands had on the picture frame loosened and the object slipped right out of his clutches, falling to the floor. The glass holding the picture inside down shattered, creating a loud clatter that broke whatever silence the room was left in.
Without another look at the broken glass on the floor, he stormed out of the room, pushing aside a maid by the door, who had rushed there after hearing the noise. “Burn everything in that room.” He barked, not even sparing the frightened girl a glance.
---
“Did you her about the master’s outburst?”
“He had everything in the room burned!”
“How terrible! What was in it?”
“A few or his fathers old belongings. And there was a picture of the previous
master with a woman and a young boy. Was the master ever blond?”
---
My Layout is from
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