Post by Mewt Randell on Dec 16, 2010 4:27:30 GMT -5
MEWT RANDELL
Inside of the sudden light I awaken
In the middle of the night
No matter what the time
FULL NAME:
Mewt Randell
NICKNAME(S):
The only nicknames Mewt ever had were royal titles from Babus.
AGE:
13
REVIVAL:
Less than a week
HOME WORLD:
Ivalice - Final Fantasy Tactics Advanced
ALIGNMENT:
Neutral
CLASS:
Hopeful Music Magician
SCHOOL RANK:
Freshman - No Tier
I`m just alone
APPEARANCE:Mewt is a very frail looking young man. Being that he is still so young, Mewt is short and skinny with a somewhat pale complexion. His eyes are a pale blue and often do not express much beyond the fact that he is indeed alive. Normally Mewt doesn't put any effort into his hair as it is a soft brown and naturally curly. When it comes to attire, Mewt doesn't like wearing bright clothing very often anymore. When asked about it, the boy only replies that bright clothing is simply too loud.
PERSONALITY:Mewt is a timid young man with a laundry list of insecurities. Upon first meeting the boy it is hard to get him to utter a single word due to his crippling shyness, but once getting to know him you realize he's a very thoughtful person. Usually worried about his concerning father or tied up in memories of his lost mother, Mewt is rarely happy. With Marche and Ritz, Mewt is much more relaxed, but his apprehensions are still painfully apparent, leaving him seeming much older than he really is in that sense.
After traveling to Ivalice, Mewt seems to become more numb than anything else. He lulls himself into a sense of protection and allows everyone around him to feel for him rather than do much feeling for himself. The only thing that mewt really felt in that alternate state was a false protection and love from his created family. Though after everything is over, Mewt gains some strength, feeling strong enough to worry about his own life instead of just forcing his father to live his a certain way.
Even further along his emotional transformations, Mewt seems slightly at ease in Symphony. He still suffers shyness and his other issues mentioned previously, but he almost seems to be experiencing a twisted pleasure behind his new location and reborn status.
BIOGRAPHY:Mewt was born in the small town of St. Ivalice to his questionable father Cid and his mother, Remedi. Something unfortunate happened while Mewt was still very young, so he never got nearly enough time with his mother. In his school life, Mewt was always picked on for carrying a teddy bear with him whenever he went. Though he doesn't explain it much, the teddy bear was a gift from his mother that he was more than reluctant to let go. One day at school Mewt was getting picked on by three boys Guinness, Lyle, and Colin during a snow ball fight and is suddenly defended by Marche and Ritz. The three become quick friends and Mewt mentioned that he was wishing to buy a book after class.
Parting with his friends briefly, Mewt runs off to go buy the book so that they can all meet back up later at Marche's house. As promised, Mewt brought along a mysterious magical book that he'd had his eye on. The children all leaned over and tried to decode it, Mewt reading the only line he could recognize and pronounce, "Alta oron sondus kameela". That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, the world was warped and turned into the Kingdom of Ivalice, where Mewt was prince and his formerly dead mother was Queen. Beside that, Mewt's father was made to be the judgemaster, the highest power in the land. Mewt lives in the palace with his mother and assistant, Babus, but his father begins to question the way things are being ruled. After learning the truth of the world everyone found themselves in, Cid departed from the palace and cut his ties with his son and the Queen Remedi. To replace the judgemaster, Llednar Twem was created and introduced to Mewt so the young prince could always be protected.
Through all of his efforts to return the world back to its normal state, Marche finally arrives at the palace with intents to talk Mewt back to a better state, hoping that Mewt would be ready to go home as well, but he meets a strong defense put up by Remedi and Llednar. After finally reaching Mewt, Marche learned that the young man wasn't in his right mind due to the influence of having an image of his mother near him always, so he was forced to fight Remedi. The Queen soon revealed that she was really the Li-Grim and had taken the form of Mewt's mother in order to comfort him and keep him safe. Marche fought to the best of his ability with his clan and overcame the mysterious creature, assuring that the world could revert to its original state, but before disappearing the Li-Grim is given a few extra moments with Mewt. After those last few moments, Mewt reluctantly accepts that the world needed to be changed back to normal, and slowly everything began to change back.
Shortly after things fell back into normality, Mewt felt himself getting painful and rather frequent headaches. They got worse until they kept him in bed certain days, then so bad that he had to be taken to the hospital every time he got one. Before long, the child had died of unknown causes. Mewt didn't remember feeling anything other than the splitting pain of his headaches. And just as quickly as his life had been taken, the young man felt himself draw a ragged breath. Confusion overwhelmed him as he learned that he was torn from his home world for the second time. The slightly twisted pleasure he felt at the matter kept him from being sad. After all, who would rather be dead than reborn in a new and exciting realm?
Destiny forgotten,
SKILL(S):
Run. That about covers it.
POWER(S):
Mewt does not yet know any magic other than the slight world-altering abilities of his Gran Grimoire. He is not very talented with this mysterious magic.
WEAPON(S):
A staff is rarely on his person, but Mewt has the ability to use one to protect himself. The main weapon that Mewt always uses is his Gran Grimoire.
Even though I kept going.
CHARACTER THEME SONG(S):
In My Own Words - Craig Armstrong
FACE CLAIM:
Final Fantasy Tactics Advanced - [s]Mewt Randell[/s]
OoC NAME:
Cres or Crescent suits me just fine.
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
That's a good question.
PASSWORDS:
Blocked
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:A curly brown lock of hair fell into Mewt's face rather suddenly and he flinched at the movement. It frustrated the young man immediately how jumpy he was at the most ridiculous things. After pushing the hair back into it's place, the young boy went back to writing his history paper. The history of Symphony seemed like it would have come from a fiction series where he came from, so it wasn't that hard to learn. Mewt always did like fictional books. This would have been more work it if was the history of where he came from, so boring and pointless to know. Being in Symphony at least gave Mewt a specific purpose again and he didn't have to let his mind wander too far.
A few more words on the end of his sentence wrapped up his paper and Mewt sat back with a long sigh. It had been a while since he had those headaches, but they still scared him sometimes. When he was home they got so bad he had to rest all day. Then they got so bad that he had to have his dad take him to the hospital. Then they got so bad that... Mewt frowned. What exactly had happened to him? The answers to his question seemed reluctant to come to the front of his mind and he was in no mood to pressure them to. The headaches were horrific. Mewt didn't ever remember feeling so much pain as when they struck.
But he didn't want to think about it anymore. The young boy could always face the issues when they arose again, but he still had other homework to do and couldn't afford to space off. Running a hand through his hair to push it all back once more, Mewt let his eyes run over all of his books. The first mages were so cool, he thought with a furrowed brow. 'I wish I could be like them.' The thought was a grand one and brought the slightest of smiles to his face. Cautiously, Mewt brought his hand to his bag where he ran his fingers over a specific book he always kept on his person. The Gran Grimoire...
