MoL - Application
Player
Name: Heather
Age: 32
Personal Journal:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
adeolucror
Contact: easiest by email (adeolucror [at] gmail.com) or aim (prettyvikael)
Other In-Game Characters: N/A
Character (Original Universe)
Name: Kadaj
Age: Actual; approximately 2 weeks. Appears; 15-16
Gender: Male
Canon: Final Fantasy VII Compilation
Canon Point: Advent Children; Just before merging with the remains of Jenova
History: Kadaj, WTF is a Remnant?, Who was Sephiroth, and WTF is Mother
Personality: Kadaj, as the first Remnant created by Sephiroth, is the embodiment of his hatred, rage, and madness. In interaction, Kadaj is the most changing of all his brothers. At times, he can be very lucid, driven, and organized, but this disposition can change in an instant to one of anguish and almost melancholy. Being the first, he is closest to Sephiroth, and expresses on more than one occasion a deep-seated anguish at the knowledge they are merely tools to bring about Sephiroth's return. He states himself, however, he does not know Sephiroth, but only knows that he is Mother's favorite, not Kadaj or his brothers, and this frustrates him.
Driven by Sephiroth's will, however, Kadaj is helpless to stop the biting need to find Mother to facilitate his "Reunion". His temperament is decidedly separate from Sephiroth's, though. He can be rash, almost flighty at times, and very childish. Once his mind is set on a goal, however, his will to see that goal carried out gives him an unswerving direction, an outlet for his unstable personality, and a purpose to fill his day.
Kadaj was constructed using the memories of the form and face of a boy, presumably that of a teenager based on his appearance, and his personality reflects that adolescence. He can be impatient and demanding, sure of himself to a fault, and unwilling to accept that others, Rufus and Cloud specifically, might know more than he does, much like a teenager shrugs off the warnings and advice of those older simply because they believe they know better.
Directed, he's capable of mob-mongering speeches bordering on zealotry, such as the speech he gives to the children taken from Edge infected with Geostigma. He promises them freedom from pain, convincing them the Planet was attacking them, punishing them for being Mother's Chosen, and he would make them whole. All they needed to do was watch him, and do as he did. When left to his own devices, though, Kadaj's madness can be chaotic. He enjoys displays of power, and watching the chaos he reaps, but it isn't a malicious joy, but rather the innocent pleasure one would observe in a child who'd constructed something, only to tear it down.
His speech is just as chaotic as his nature, ranging from making business calls to playfully teasing others in conversation. His wording and mannerisms are very child-like in nature, though their content and objectives reflect the intentions of one much older.
The Remnants aren't so much evil as they are completely unaware their actions have any such connotations, good or bad. They were created for a purpose, and while they all have their own personas, they have no real-world experience. It isn't that they are immoral so much as amoral. They have never experienced society, and thus have no sense of right or wrong.
Third-Person Sample: The falling, being so close to Mother he could feel her there, so close to being complete, so close to being finished, then the air filled in, too close, to much of it, or too little of it, and he landed, skidding along the rough pavement to a halt, the metal box skidding from his fingers to come to a clattering halt somewhere to his right. Then it was quiet. All
around, it was quiet.
Quiet and wrong. The tingling closeness of his brothers, of Big Brother, and of him, of Sephiroth were gone, and he was...was what? Alone? He knew the meaning of the word, but had never felt its quaking, earth-shattering presence. They had never been alone, and if they were to go, they were to go together. The shock of this sudden, inescapable, truth, threatened to choke him, to drain the last of his waning will from his constructed body.
Until he remembered. Mother! He frantically ran back over his less than graceful decent, retracing the grating sound of metal on pavement, and turned, the shining surface of the container the President had so shamefully stored Mother in shining in the cold light cast by a street light. He scrambled to be at her side, mindless of the truth, at least at first.
He took hold of the frigid metallic container, pressing it to his chest as a lost child clutching a found stuffed animal, not noticing his own gentle rocking, or the sobs that accompanied his motion. "Mother," He muttered, repeating the title like a mantra. They'd done so much, sacrificed so much, and they'd finally found her, and...and mother wasn't there!
All the anguish, all the sadness, all the rage at being nothing but a puppet, being nothing but a tool to bring Mother back her Favorite, and he'd failed. He'd failed at the one thing he'd been created to do. All his roiling emotion welled within him, and he could no longer contain them. They burst forth in a torrent of anger, despair, and shame, a bitter cry, "Mother!"
And Kadaj curled in upon himself, curled around the vessel containing nothing but dead cells. And wept.
Mognet Sample:
[The script is clearly left-handed and scrawled hastily, as though the author is most likely either rushed or simply impatient, and some of the words are darker than others, and though the writing implement was pressed harder there.]
To All Former Residents of Gaia:
I've heard there are several of you here. I know of at least one of you is here. You know who you are. We're going to be working together now, because we all have something that binds us together. We should meet.
Come to the Thirteenth District Graveyard in Aqures Ixen. I'll be waiting.
[And the last is scrawled larger, as though the author is making a point to get his name across to those who might recognize it.]
Kadaj
Crystallis
Moogle Name: Souba
Moogle Gender: Male
First Job: Warrior
Second Job: Dark Knight
Limit Break: Shadow Hounds - Kadaj summons five Shadow Creepers to fight alongside him that can dissolve and re-solidify around the battlefield at his command. Last two minutes, or until they are defeated.
Name: Heather
Age: 32
Personal Journal:
adeolucrorContact: easiest by email (adeolucror [at] gmail.com) or aim (prettyvikael)
Other In-Game Characters: N/A
Character (Original Universe)
Name: Kadaj
Age: Actual; approximately 2 weeks. Appears; 15-16
Gender: Male
Canon: Final Fantasy VII Compilation
Canon Point: Advent Children; Just before merging with the remains of Jenova
History: Kadaj, WTF is a Remnant?, Who was Sephiroth, and WTF is Mother
Personality: Kadaj, as the first Remnant created by Sephiroth, is the embodiment of his hatred, rage, and madness. In interaction, Kadaj is the most changing of all his brothers. At times, he can be very lucid, driven, and organized, but this disposition can change in an instant to one of anguish and almost melancholy. Being the first, he is closest to Sephiroth, and expresses on more than one occasion a deep-seated anguish at the knowledge they are merely tools to bring about Sephiroth's return. He states himself, however, he does not know Sephiroth, but only knows that he is Mother's favorite, not Kadaj or his brothers, and this frustrates him.
Driven by Sephiroth's will, however, Kadaj is helpless to stop the biting need to find Mother to facilitate his "Reunion". His temperament is decidedly separate from Sephiroth's, though. He can be rash, almost flighty at times, and very childish. Once his mind is set on a goal, however, his will to see that goal carried out gives him an unswerving direction, an outlet for his unstable personality, and a purpose to fill his day.
Kadaj was constructed using the memories of the form and face of a boy, presumably that of a teenager based on his appearance, and his personality reflects that adolescence. He can be impatient and demanding, sure of himself to a fault, and unwilling to accept that others, Rufus and Cloud specifically, might know more than he does, much like a teenager shrugs off the warnings and advice of those older simply because they believe they know better.
Directed, he's capable of mob-mongering speeches bordering on zealotry, such as the speech he gives to the children taken from Edge infected with Geostigma. He promises them freedom from pain, convincing them the Planet was attacking them, punishing them for being Mother's Chosen, and he would make them whole. All they needed to do was watch him, and do as he did. When left to his own devices, though, Kadaj's madness can be chaotic. He enjoys displays of power, and watching the chaos he reaps, but it isn't a malicious joy, but rather the innocent pleasure one would observe in a child who'd constructed something, only to tear it down.
His speech is just as chaotic as his nature, ranging from making business calls to playfully teasing others in conversation. His wording and mannerisms are very child-like in nature, though their content and objectives reflect the intentions of one much older.
The Remnants aren't so much evil as they are completely unaware their actions have any such connotations, good or bad. They were created for a purpose, and while they all have their own personas, they have no real-world experience. It isn't that they are immoral so much as amoral. They have never experienced society, and thus have no sense of right or wrong.
Third-Person Sample: The falling, being so close to Mother he could feel her there, so close to being complete, so close to being finished, then the air filled in, too close, to much of it, or too little of it, and he landed, skidding along the rough pavement to a halt, the metal box skidding from his fingers to come to a clattering halt somewhere to his right. Then it was quiet. All
around, it was quiet.
Quiet and wrong. The tingling closeness of his brothers, of Big Brother, and of him, of Sephiroth were gone, and he was...was what? Alone? He knew the meaning of the word, but had never felt its quaking, earth-shattering presence. They had never been alone, and if they were to go, they were to go together. The shock of this sudden, inescapable, truth, threatened to choke him, to drain the last of his waning will from his constructed body.
Until he remembered. Mother! He frantically ran back over his less than graceful decent, retracing the grating sound of metal on pavement, and turned, the shining surface of the container the President had so shamefully stored Mother in shining in the cold light cast by a street light. He scrambled to be at her side, mindless of the truth, at least at first.
He took hold of the frigid metallic container, pressing it to his chest as a lost child clutching a found stuffed animal, not noticing his own gentle rocking, or the sobs that accompanied his motion. "Mother," He muttered, repeating the title like a mantra. They'd done so much, sacrificed so much, and they'd finally found her, and...and mother wasn't there!
All the anguish, all the sadness, all the rage at being nothing but a puppet, being nothing but a tool to bring Mother back her Favorite, and he'd failed. He'd failed at the one thing he'd been created to do. All his roiling emotion welled within him, and he could no longer contain them. They burst forth in a torrent of anger, despair, and shame, a bitter cry, "Mother!"
And Kadaj curled in upon himself, curled around the vessel containing nothing but dead cells. And wept.
Mognet Sample:
[The script is clearly left-handed and scrawled hastily, as though the author is most likely either rushed or simply impatient, and some of the words are darker than others, and though the writing implement was pressed harder there.]
To All Former Residents of Gaia:
I've heard there are several of you here. I know of at least one of you is here. You know who you are. We're going to be working together now, because we all have something that binds us together. We should meet.
Come to the Thirteenth District Graveyard in Aqures Ixen. I'll be waiting.
[And the last is scrawled larger, as though the author is making a point to get his name across to those who might recognize it.]
Kadaj
Crystallis
Moogle Name: Souba
Moogle Gender: Male
First Job: Warrior
Second Job: Dark Knight
Limit Break: Shadow Hounds - Kadaj summons five Shadow Creepers to fight alongside him that can dissolve and re-solidify around the battlefield at his command. Last two minutes, or until they are defeated.
