Squall [Accepted]

[Squall Leonhart]

Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec

Greetings, I am Nats
I have been at this garden for 20 years
My studies have lasted for 8 years
I can be contacted through angelofmusic *@* live.co.uk < msn

Excitate vos e somno

Name: Squall Leonhart
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Cannon or Original: Cannon
Height: 5ft 8"
Weight: 12st
Rank: SeeD
Blood type: AB

Liberi me, cunae sunt non

Description:

• Brown messy hair
  
• Teal blue eyes
  
• Scar running left to right over nose
  
• Fur around neck of black leather jacket
  
• Multiple belts on leather trousers with strapping on one leg
  
• White T-shirt fit close to skin
  
• Gunblade user
  
• Wears Grievers amulet around his neck and key charm at the end of the chain on his gunblade
  

Personality:

• Lone Wolf
  
• Cold
  
• Aloof
  
• Introverted
  
• Independent
  
• Secretive
  

Likes:

• Quietness
  
• Solitude
  
• Being left alone
  

Dislikes:

• People prying
  
• Having to depend on others
  
• Leadership
  

Secrets:

• ... ... ...
  
• Its None of your Business
  

Liberi fatali somnus est non

Skills: Leadership (though he denies that), Strategy
Weapon: Gunblade - uses the Lionheart model
Special Skill: Renzokuken

Veni hortum veritatis

History: Squall grew up in an orphanage. Not that he remembers this clearly. The use of Guardian Forces has robbed him of much of his memories of his young life. He was always a loner, even then though. Always wanting his 'sis'.

As he grew up he grew deeper into his shell. It soon got to the point where he'd rather depend on himself then trust anyone else. The only person who could rile him to 'anger' was Seifer. They were always off sparring against each other. Even to the point of damage.

This rivalry only grew worst. It culminated just before the first part of the Balamb garden field exam. There they gave the other a trademark scar. Squalls going from left to right. Seifers was a mirror image. It didn't delay Squall from getting the Ifrit Guardian Force.

Then was the field exam. In dollet dukedom. Squall was assigned to Seifers team, along with Zell. Things were smooth until Seifer grew impatient, taking the team to the communication tower. Then things got a bit hectic.

They survived though. On return it was only Squall and Zell out of that team who became SeeD. Seifer was sent to be disciplined for his actions. Not that it worked. Squall was assigned leader to a team consisting of Zell and Selphie. They were dispatched to help a Timber resistance group.

This opened to a whole new mission. It culminated in the defeat of the sorceress. On return to Balamb Garden they were attacked by a group of T-Rexaurs. Everyone but Squall fled. Squall stayed to fight, to give them time to get away. He managed to buy the time but at great physical cost to himself.

He managed to get half way back to the Garden before he fell unconscious. He's been in a coma since then. It was Seifer who found him, with Raijin and Fujin, taking him to Gaia Garden after finding that Balamb wouldn't treat his wounds.
Other: Whatever

Horti verna veritatis

Roleplay sample: Squall turned sharply as he came back to face his foes. He knew he could run now but with so many T-Rexaurs. No he had to take them down. Take some more down. If he didn't then.... he'd not make it. they'd tear him to shreds. Not that they weren't already doing it.

Two more quick slashes, trigger used. Another two dead. He ignored the pain from his wounds as he summoned up Ifrit. "Come on" he growled out to himself running back as Ifrit appeared to get out of its way. The fireball killed another five. With that done he turned to flee hoping he could get enough space as the rest recovered from the fireball, and the blinding light it had caused.

He could fear the blood trickling down his skin soaking into his clothes. As he stumbled slightly, looking back over his shoulder, he was relieved to see none of the T-Rexaurs remaining were attacking any more. Indeed they'd simply wandered off.

He still had to grunt in pain as he pushed himself back up off the ground. He continued on his weary way, no longer running just walking now whimpering in pain as he moved. It was the gunblade he dropped first. It was only more weight to carry. Shortly after that though he dropped down rolling between two rocks totally unconcious.

Blissful darkness away from pain came over him then as he fell unconcious.

Ardente veritate urite mala mundi
Ardente veritate incendite tenebras mundi
Valete, liberi
Diebus fatalibus