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    ᘒ Offer concrit
    ᘒ Ask me random silly questions
    ᘒ Ask for threads, discuss plot and potential CR, etc.
    ᘒ Share your thoughts with me about anything!
    ᘒ Ask for fic, ficbites, my massive folders of icons, etc. c:
    ᘒ Spam fun things~
    ᘒ Give me time to process the concrit. I may not respond right away, but I will respond!


    ᘓ Be malicious/spiteful/post just to cause wank, but don't hold back on the crit, either
    ᘓ Hesitate to talk to me if something about me, the way I play Braska, or anything like that bothers you.
    ᘓ Let me ruin your fun times. I want to work things out! Please, please, let me know if I need to fix something.
06 November 2011 @ 01:15 am
Player Name: Malathyne
Player LJ: strikeraids
Email and/or AIM: when.all.your.dreams.come.true@gmail.com // whitepoof
Timezone: Central Standard Time
Other Characters: n/a

Character: Braska
Series: Final Fantasy X
Deviance: 1

Age: Appears 35, is in truth 45 (death works funny that way)
Gender: Male
Species: Human (deceased)

i found you in a crimson-stained manCollapse )
15 May 2011 @ 11:36 pm

This is Braska, but I'm afraid I can't reply right now.
Leave a message, and I promise I will answer you as soon as I am able.
02 April 2011 @ 03:17 am

NAME: Malathyne
LJ USERNAME: strikeraids
Email: when.all.your.dreams.come.true [at] gmail
AIM: strikeraids ; thinemalathyne
Plurk: Malathyne


NAME: Braska
SERIES: Final Fantasy X
HISTORY: 'sup Wikia
TIMELINE: Post-FFX (Sin has been defeated, and he is awaiting the arrival of Auron and Jecht on the Farplane...)
I have seen the moment of my greatness flickerCollapse )
25 February 2011 @ 05:16 am
High above the dream city, a glowing magic circle appears amidst clouds and thunder. Something great and dark drops down through the center of it, and as it dives closer and closer to the city, its bright, colorful wings can be made out to be folded against a dark form. Next, there's a gleam of gold, and if one looks, one can see a large wheel with an intricate sun-like design in the center. The creature swoops down among the buildings until it reaches its destination. It rights itself and expands its wings just before it lands heavily, shaking the ground with its weight.

It's a tall beast, looking almost like a dark bipedal dragon. Its belly and claws are lined with gold, horns curve back from its head, and it has a long lashing tail. It roars to the sky, announcing to the city its arrival. It crosses its arms over its chest and looks down at the man standing in front of it.

"It's good to see you, old friend," Braska says quietly, looking up at his first aeon. "I must admit, I'm surprised that you answered my call, but... I'm glad. I'm not sure I could do this without your help."

The aeon answers by kneeling. The summoner steps forward and climbs up his offered arm to sit on his shoulder, one hand moving to grip the dragon's horn, the other gripping his staff.

"We have a job to do."
25 February 2011 @ 04:09 am
This is it. The words echoed in my mind, rebounding to come back to me again and again. This is it. My pilgrimage ended here. At least the Calm Lands were beautiful: The flat, stretching grassland, cut deeply by the previous final battles; the sky, high and blue and endless; the smell of nature, including even the crisp scent of snow from Mount Gagazet. A beautiful place to die, something whispered in the back of my mind. I drove the thought out forcefully. I didn’t want to think about it. I put all my focus into my task, my plans, my reason for action. I, Braska, will end sorrow on this day. I will bring the Calm.

There were only two of us instead of three.Collapse )