Post by Guest Jecht on Feb 2, 2008 14:04:19 GMT -5
I’m hoping to play as Jecht on Final Fantasy Infinity. I accidently tried to make the account before posting the application. 
But heres the application anyway.
Name: Jecht
Final Fantasy
: Final Fantasy X
Timeframe if accepted: As he is beaten inside Sin by Tidus and co., and disappears, due to the time compression he wakes up in the new FF world, back to his old self.
Application time period: During his travels with Braska and Auron
Job: Knight
Msn: BraskaHextor@hotmail.co.uk
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It had been that smell again, the inn stank of it. The stench lurked throughout the halls, being born from a single room, a single bed, a single sheet, a single man. Many would easily identify this smell as being the fumes of alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol, and only a few men could consume so much and still live, one of them being the mighty, honorable Guardian, Sir Jecht; as they said. The tan skinned man lay stretched out over his inn bed, one leg propped up over the shelf next to him, a few bottles laid around him and on the floor. The sheet was stained of drinks and stank almost as much as Jecht himself. Not long before, a woman wrapped in a sheet had dashed from the inn room, into another, returning, showered and well dressed. The look of “Oh-my-god,-I-can’t believe-what-I-just-did” stuck to her face, for those who would read into it that much anyway. In the main hall, Braska and Auron sat, one of them seemed rather calm, his eyes closed as he meditated, however the other, dressed in red, with his large sword strapped to his back had to control himself from marching into that room and booting the lazy Guardian from his bed. They were late, they were always getting lost, or being late, due to Jechts’ wild nights, as Braska called them. Auron, however, was never impressed.
A loud yawn echoed around the inn room, as the Guardian shuffled on the bed, attempting to make himself more comfortable. Though, due to the fact he paid little attention to what was around him, he soon ended up face first on the wooden floor, with a loud thud.
“Gah! What the…” With a loud grunt in his gruff, deep tone of voice, the man rolled onto his back and pushed himself up in a sitting position. His drowsy eyes quickly cast a gaze over the room, being used to the smell, he couldn’t recognize it, for all he knew, he smelt like a field of roses. The muscular man raised to his feet, adjusting his headband a little, his only clothing actually on his person at the time, then made his way to the window. His large hands grabbed the curtains and pulled them open with one quick flourish, at the same time as saying.
“What a damn sunny –“ He blinked a little, as he gazed outside the window. The rain soared down like tiny spears; it was dark, wet and unpleasant. It had been like this for a number of days now making traveling unbelievably troublesome. With a small shrug of his shoulders he pulled on his stinking clothes and strapped his giant black blade to his back, then stalked out his inn room, towards the main hall and his comrades.
A large, toothful grin sat on his face as he approached them; both looked to him, with their own small reactions. Braska’s nose gave a light twitch, as he stood up, shaking his head. Auron pushed himself to his feet, his eyebrows in a deep, irritated frown.
“You’re late, and that smell… it’s… unbelievable” Auron stated, while Braska added on the end. “You did not shower again, did you?”
Jecht placed one his hands on the back of his head, giving it a light scratch while laughing.
“Don’t worry about that, seen the rain, that’ll shower me anyway.” He replied with his confident smirk, treading towards the inn door. A number of the people with them in the inn quickly pinched their noses, shaking their heads in disbelief.
“Ya worry too much, Auron, we got lots of time” Jecht said, as he began to turn the knob on the front door. He wasn’t ever really concerned with such little matters, being as laid back as he was. Auron had no reply; he wouldn’t waste his breath, not yet anyway. However Braska had already noticed a little event outside the window, something that caused a small smile to creep over his lips.
The Guardian opened the front door and strayed outside, his arms held up, his eyes closed, as if welcoming the oncoming rain to wash him. A few droplets of water trickled on his nose, and face, but that was all. After a moment of waiting, Jecht opened one eye to investigate. To his surprise the rain had come to a halt, and the clouds had shifted aside, making way for the sun. Jecht remained still for the moment, He didn’t want to look behind himself, he didn’t want to witness their expressions or witty remarks.
“What the hell” He snapped in his gruff tone. The muscular man placed a hand on his hip, his eyes squinted as he looked above, scanning for something, anything to shower him, and not have to accept going back in for a shower. At this point, Braska stepped in.
“Jecht…” He said slowly, his staff tapping on the ground at his feet.
“Yeah, Braska?” He grunted, his hand stroking his black beard.
“You wish for some rain?” He said, without any change of tone, he sounded serious, was he? Jecht blinked a little, as he attempted to grasp what the Summoner meant. Eventually he gave up and turned to him with a questioning look. As he did, a large puddle of water landed on top of him. This soaked him from head to toe instantly. Jecht stood motionless, as Auron passed him, shaking his head, then Braska afterwards, with his small, royal smile.
Jecht smirked himself, and shook his head. They had gotten this round, but he wouldn’t lose next time. With that last thought, he turned, and stalked after them, completely soaked. In such difficult times, their friendship was what pushed them on, though in these times, they could simply have a small laugh.
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Thats about it, thanks for reading.
But heres the application anyway.Name: Jecht
Final Fantasy
: Final Fantasy XTimeframe if accepted: As he is beaten inside Sin by Tidus and co., and disappears, due to the time compression he wakes up in the new FF world, back to his old self.
Application time period: During his travels with Braska and Auron
Job: Knight
Msn: BraskaHextor@hotmail.co.uk
____________________________________________________
It had been that smell again, the inn stank of it. The stench lurked throughout the halls, being born from a single room, a single bed, a single sheet, a single man. Many would easily identify this smell as being the fumes of alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol, and only a few men could consume so much and still live, one of them being the mighty, honorable Guardian, Sir Jecht; as they said. The tan skinned man lay stretched out over his inn bed, one leg propped up over the shelf next to him, a few bottles laid around him and on the floor. The sheet was stained of drinks and stank almost as much as Jecht himself. Not long before, a woman wrapped in a sheet had dashed from the inn room, into another, returning, showered and well dressed. The look of “Oh-my-god,-I-can’t believe-what-I-just-did” stuck to her face, for those who would read into it that much anyway. In the main hall, Braska and Auron sat, one of them seemed rather calm, his eyes closed as he meditated, however the other, dressed in red, with his large sword strapped to his back had to control himself from marching into that room and booting the lazy Guardian from his bed. They were late, they were always getting lost, or being late, due to Jechts’ wild nights, as Braska called them. Auron, however, was never impressed.
A loud yawn echoed around the inn room, as the Guardian shuffled on the bed, attempting to make himself more comfortable. Though, due to the fact he paid little attention to what was around him, he soon ended up face first on the wooden floor, with a loud thud.
“Gah! What the…” With a loud grunt in his gruff, deep tone of voice, the man rolled onto his back and pushed himself up in a sitting position. His drowsy eyes quickly cast a gaze over the room, being used to the smell, he couldn’t recognize it, for all he knew, he smelt like a field of roses. The muscular man raised to his feet, adjusting his headband a little, his only clothing actually on his person at the time, then made his way to the window. His large hands grabbed the curtains and pulled them open with one quick flourish, at the same time as saying.
“What a damn sunny –“ He blinked a little, as he gazed outside the window. The rain soared down like tiny spears; it was dark, wet and unpleasant. It had been like this for a number of days now making traveling unbelievably troublesome. With a small shrug of his shoulders he pulled on his stinking clothes and strapped his giant black blade to his back, then stalked out his inn room, towards the main hall and his comrades.
A large, toothful grin sat on his face as he approached them; both looked to him, with their own small reactions. Braska’s nose gave a light twitch, as he stood up, shaking his head. Auron pushed himself to his feet, his eyebrows in a deep, irritated frown.
“You’re late, and that smell… it’s… unbelievable” Auron stated, while Braska added on the end. “You did not shower again, did you?”
Jecht placed one his hands on the back of his head, giving it a light scratch while laughing.
“Don’t worry about that, seen the rain, that’ll shower me anyway.” He replied with his confident smirk, treading towards the inn door. A number of the people with them in the inn quickly pinched their noses, shaking their heads in disbelief.
“Ya worry too much, Auron, we got lots of time” Jecht said, as he began to turn the knob on the front door. He wasn’t ever really concerned with such little matters, being as laid back as he was. Auron had no reply; he wouldn’t waste his breath, not yet anyway. However Braska had already noticed a little event outside the window, something that caused a small smile to creep over his lips.
The Guardian opened the front door and strayed outside, his arms held up, his eyes closed, as if welcoming the oncoming rain to wash him. A few droplets of water trickled on his nose, and face, but that was all. After a moment of waiting, Jecht opened one eye to investigate. To his surprise the rain had come to a halt, and the clouds had shifted aside, making way for the sun. Jecht remained still for the moment, He didn’t want to look behind himself, he didn’t want to witness their expressions or witty remarks.
“What the hell” He snapped in his gruff tone. The muscular man placed a hand on his hip, his eyes squinted as he looked above, scanning for something, anything to shower him, and not have to accept going back in for a shower. At this point, Braska stepped in.
“Jecht…” He said slowly, his staff tapping on the ground at his feet.
“Yeah, Braska?” He grunted, his hand stroking his black beard.
“You wish for some rain?” He said, without any change of tone, he sounded serious, was he? Jecht blinked a little, as he attempted to grasp what the Summoner meant. Eventually he gave up and turned to him with a questioning look. As he did, a large puddle of water landed on top of him. This soaked him from head to toe instantly. Jecht stood motionless, as Auron passed him, shaking his head, then Braska afterwards, with his small, royal smile.
Jecht smirked himself, and shook his head. They had gotten this round, but he wouldn’t lose next time. With that last thought, he turned, and stalked after them, completely soaked. In such difficult times, their friendship was what pushed them on, though in these times, they could simply have a small laugh.
_____________________________________________
Thats about it, thanks for reading.
