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kindofearthy) wrote2013-07-04 02:25 pm
kindofearthy) wrote2013-07-04 02:25 pm
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OOC Information:
Name: Zeph
Are you over 15? Yes
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IC Information:
Name: Terra | Tristan Terran
Canon: Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep
Age: Terra's age is never specified in canon, but I've always assumed his age was around 18 or 19. Tristan will be 25.
Preincarnation Appearance:
Here!
Terra’s a big guy—he towers above most of his friends, so he’s probably somewhere between 185-190 cm. His face is well defined—rounded, but slightly pointy when it curves down to his chin. His nose is straight and slightly pointed, fitting his face in its size and shape. His skin is a nice, light even color and it's smooth; no signs of blemishes anywhere on his body, though, his hands are rough with calluses from years of handling a weapon. His features are much more boyish and soft to the eye; sometimes making him look much younger than he actually is.
He has brunette hair—spiky, gravity-defying brunette hair to be exact. His hair is kept longer on the top and around his face; while around the back, Terra manages his spikes shorter, so they pile on top of each other in a slightly more manageable way. Though the overall style of his hair is still slightly messy and it reaches to the base of his neck. His eyes are blue.
When it comes to clothing, he wears a dark gray [bordering on black], high-collared shirt that hugs his upper frame, outlining the contours of his muscles. He also has two intersecting, red straps—somewhat like suspenders—that cross his chest and disappear beneath a thick sash. The sash has belt loops, which hold a black belt that ties at his front and held together with a gold pendant. His dusty tan colored pants have a Japanese style to them; almost like samurai pants with large pleats. His boots are an off colored gold and look to be made of metal. On his right arm, he wears a thick, black wristband and on his left, he wears a black, fingerless glove and a black gauntlet on his forearm. The armor on his left-shoulder is a large, ornate crest and the armor continues down from his shoulder all the way to his wrist—in a variety of gold, bronze, grey and red coloring.
Any differences:
For the most part, he looks about the same. His hair is probably the only big difference. No, he doesn't go through a bottle of gel a week and spike it; it's still on the messy side and it's on the longer side. (Shamelessly going to use chris hemsworth as an example of his hair because well). His clothing is different too; far more casual. He still takes to shirts that hug his upper body and he is all about the pants on the baggier side of things, but it's simple tees and jeans or cargo pants.
Preincarnated History:
Terra
Birth by Sleep
Growing up on the Land of Departure, Terra spent most of his time under the guidance of Master Eraqus. Having been chosen to train toward the goal of eventually becoming a Keyblade Master, Terra – along with another apprentice named Aqua – grew up intently focused on that one dream. That is what life mostly consisted of – training, training and more training. And that didn’t change much, but it did – slightly – when Master Xehanort visited one day with a blond boy in tow. Ventus.
After a small rocky start to their relationship – asking someone whose lost their memory an onslaught of questions wasn’t the best idea Terra – the three apprentices – Aqua, Ventus and Terra – soon became fast friends. Life proceeded as usual from then on until the Master Qualification Exam rolled around.
Aqua ended up passing the exam, while Terra ended up failing. Failing because he couldn’t control the darkness within his heart – for one brief moment in the exam, he’d given into its power. However, unbeknownst to everyone else, Master Xehanort – who stopped in to witness the exam – had been responsible for the presence of the darkness in the exam.
Disappointed and ultimately embarrassed with his actions, Terra left his friends behind to be alone outside of the castle. There he crossed paths with Master Xehanort. Terra turned to him for guidance, asking the older man what he should do about the darkness within him. Master Xehanort suggested that Terra learn to control it—that he could if he gained enough power to do so. Leaping at that, Terra latched onto that idea as his first and only solution – deciding that he would indeed become more powerful in order to control the darkness within him and as a result, be able to finally become a Keyblade Master.
Not long after the exam, Terra is then given a mission from Master Eraqus, to track down Master Xehanort and some threats called Unversed – dark creatures that feed off negative feelings – that were running through other worlds. Before Terra leaves, Master Eraqus promised him that if he did well with this mission, he would reconsider him for the title of Keyblade Master. Encouraged and ultimately determined to do well, Terra turned to leave after that – only pausing briefly to talk to Ven one last time before going. Ven seemed ready to tell Terra something, but Terra brushed it off with a small hair ruffle and then quickly left on his Keyblade Rider. Ven followed after that without Terra’s knowledge and then Aqua followed suit – although her mission was to watch over Terra and make sure he wasn’t tempted by the darkness again.
Upon reaching the Enchanted Dominion, Terra soon finds himself in the company of Maleficent. Following her into the castle, the two go to Princess Aurora’s room, where she is seen to be sleeping. Naïve to who Maleficent truly is, Terra lets his guard down and she then takes advantage of him – taking control of him through the darkness and causing him to steal Princess Aurora’s heart. He regained his senses not long after, but it was too late to fix what he’d done – adding to what would soon be a growing pile of guilt in the pit of his stomach.
From world to world, Terra battled unversed and tried his best to help those who needed it. However, he unintentionally caught the attention of many, if not all, the dark residents of each world – each one drawn to him by the darkness in his heart. In route to one world, Terra is called on by Master Xehanort and not being able to ignore such a call, Terra shifted direction to the Keyblade Graveyard. Master Xehanort then proceeded to tell Terra all about his masked apprentice – Vanitas. He told Terra that Vanitas was a part of Ventus – he’d extracted the darkness out of Ven’s heart which was Vanitas. Ven was pure light, while Vanitas – his other half essentially – was pure darkness. He said he was ashamed of his methods and that he wanted to fix things. He told Terra to kill Vantias, to which Terra agreed.
Terra’s quests through the worlds eventually brought him to the Radiant Garden, where he saw Master Xehanort walking off in an unknown direction. Assuming that the older man had some new information for him, Terra followed after him but he was slowed by a battle with a massive Unversed. However, through the battle, he was reunited with Aqua and Ventus. Through their following exchange, Terra learned that Ven has encountered Vanitas. After hearing that, Terra immediately told Ven to stay away from Van – to go home. Terra had important duties to see finished and he needed Ven to go home.
Seeing a slight difference in Terra, Aqua hinted that the duties Terra was so devoted to were not the same duties Master Eraqus gave them. Terra quickly turned on her and told her that his goal was still to destroy the darkness, which Aqua countered by stating the fact that Terra seemed to embrace it. Ven was quick to jump to Terra’s defence but the situation was too far-gone to salvage. Terra was angered that Master Eraqus had asked Aqua to spy on him – that their master didn’t trust him – so he just as soon left, telling Ven to stay back when the younger boy made a move to follow him.
Through this, Terra came to the quick and misguided idea that he could only trust Master Xehanort.
Walking down into the underground catacombs below Ansem’s castle, Terra found that Master Xehanort had been – supposedly – captured by Braig. A battle followed shortly after this discovery with Terra trying to save Master Xehanort and Braig trying to obtain the Keyblade. Braig was almost victorious until Master Xehanort shouted to Terra that in order for him to win, he’d have to use the Keyblade itself. At first Terra didn’t feel inclined to listen – using the Keyblade itself could pose a potential threat to Master Cehanort himself – but when the older man said that defeat would bring shame to Master Eraqus, Aqua and Ventus…Terra reconsidered his options.
Terra soon gained the upper hand by using his anger as a weapon – thus losing control of his darkness – and won after scarring Braig’s cheek, as well as ridding the man of his eye. Reeling with pain, Braig fled the scene and Terra then released Master Xehanort. Terra barely paid the fast approaching man any mind, too far consumed over the fact that he’d been controlled by the darkness yet again. Master Xehanort tried to sway Terra’s ideas though, saying Terra controlled the darkness, rather than having it control him. Nonetheless, Terra couldn’t bring himself to agree with the Master – stating that at the end of this, he had no home to return to anymore.
Seeing this as a new opportunity, Master Xehanort offered Terra a position as his disciple. This offer caused Terra to doubt Master Eraqus and the role he now had in Terra’s life. Master Xehanort explained that darkness was something born within light and that Master Eraqus didn’t pass Terra in the Master Qualification Exam because he was afraid of the darkness – that he didn’t truly understand it. Still not entirely convinced, but with a growing doubt, Terra then listened as Master Xehanort begged Terra to join him and his plan to bring balance to the worlds – that his ultimate goal was to defeat Vanitas, who was the ultimate source of darkness. Trying one last thing to get Terra agree, Master Xehanort then referred to Terra as Master Terra – pulling on the younger man’s life-long dream to reach Master status. Terra fell within the next breath – then seeing Master Xehanort as his new Master.
As Terra prepared to leave Radiant Garden, he was stopped once again by Ventus. Beaming up at the older boy, Ventus stated that he wanted to come along on Terra’s journey. Not swayed by his friend’s enthusiasm, Terra refused the offer, turning away – only to throw a small look over his shoulder, stating that Ventus may be the one to save him one day. Terra left soon after that.
Along his travels, Terra eventually found himself encountering a warm light, which called him to another world. Waking up on a beach, Terra found a Paopu Fruit – his friends had talked about this before with the distribution of their good luck charms at the beginning of his quest. Instead of feeling glad over the small discovery, Terra’s mood soured; the man wondering if he’d ever see his friends again. He didn’t have long to submit to such thoughts though because two young boys were suddenly on the scene, running by him. Watching the two boys – a young Sora and Riku – Terra found potential in the silver-haired boy, soon calling him over for a conversation. The brunette cut to the chase by asking Riku why he wanted to go to other worlds. Satisfied with the young boy’s answer, he then moved to the final test – holding his keyblade out for Riku to take. Riku was able to hold the keyblade and as a result, Terra named Riku his successor.
Terra didn’t stay much longer though, having been called to the Keyblade Graveyard by Master Xehanort instead. There Terra learned that Ventus had learned the truth about his past and had gone back to Master Eraqus to fill in some last, missing pieces. Master Xehanort said Ventus had a high chance of being eliminated by Master Eraqus for this. Terra didn’t need to be told twice and he was soon racing back to the Land of Departure to protect Ventus. Not seeing Master Eraqus as his master any longer, Terra saved Ventus by throwing the boy into a portal to another world before he began battling the older man, using the darkness to over-power Master Eraqus. Master Xehanort showed up once the battle was over and promptly killed Master Eraqus, leaving Terra to mourn over the man who he’d once seen as his father figure. He had to leave soon though because the home was then destroyed as it fell into darkness courtesy of Master Xehanort.
Realizing what he’d done and the kind of person Master Xehanort truly was, Terra traveled back to the Keyblade Graveyard in order to confront the older man. And that's where everything came to a head. Terra lost control of his body and found himself locked within his own heart with Xehanort, both of them fighting for control.
Reincarnated History:
What is there to say about his life, other than, for the most part, it's been good? Normal. There haven't been any major curve balls thrown his way or traumatic experiences; no, Tristan is amongst the majority when it comes to his upbringing. A single child, born to two loving parents who adored him and provided as best they could within what their middle class standing supplied. He wasn't privileged and he wasn't a genius, so when it came to school, he fell somewhere in the middle with his average grades and his simple-minded perceptions that made him a little too kind-hearted and oblivious to grabble for popularity. He's always stuck close to having a small, tightly knit group of friends and so, for most of his life, he endured the routine of most teenagers. Get up, go to school, see friends, go to sleep and repeat.
But then he graduated high school.
He'd always wanted to be a police officer. Maybe he'd spent too much time watching all those cop shows on television when he'd been a kid and been a little too enthused about putting on the sirens and racing down the road to answer a call. Or maybe he'd had too many fantastical ideals of protecting those who couldn't protect themselves, putting the bad guys away and restoring order to society. Either way, once graduation was behind him, he'd tried for a dream he'd spent most of his young life gearing up for.
The Police Academy was trying but not enough to discourage him. Tristan is, in a way, a health nut. Eating-wise, no, he eats what his stomach craves – and a lot of it – but since fifteen, sixteen, somewhere in there, he'd taken to the local gym and he's never quite stopped since. So the athletic portion of the Academy was easy enough. Bench press ninety-nine percent of his body weight? Done. Forty situps per minute? Easy. 29 push-ups per minute? That's all? The ethics and laws that came in the form of hours upon hours of pouring over books and sitting through 105 hours of classes covering topics such as search and seizure, crime against children and Penal Code, was a tad more difficult for an average student, but he'd managed.
So he'd done it. He'd passed. He'd become a certified police officer. Except, there's a difference between a rookie fresh out of the Academy and that of a real police officer. There was a field training program to complete with a senior officer to finish the transition and cement his career. And well, that was where it all went wrong.
There'd been an incident. A few rides into his field training, they'd answered a call and somewhere along the line of them talking down a domestic dispute, the quarreling husband had said something a touch too unkind and made a move too close to his wife. Tristan had intervened to block the path but then there'd been a shove and already frayed emotions snapped to have Tristan shoving back. All it took was the man spitting in retaliation for Tristan to put the guy down with one, two punches; too swift, too quick, the tussle was over almost as quickly as it had started, with Tristan pinning the guy down to work some handcuffs around his wrists, but it had been enough to change the wife's perception and have her yelling at him instead. Her shrill screams had been nothing compared to the reprimands from the senior officer though.
Excessive force. A liability waiting to happen.
Least to say, the Department had dismissed him before he had the chance to, potentially, pull out his gun next time. There were always more rookies waiting for a chance, so why waste their time on someone who had already made one mistake, one slip in judgment?
He'd been angry of course, and he'd shut out a lot of people as a result, namely his friends who had joined the Academy with him and gone on without him, because to Tristan, there is no feeling worse than failure. Starting again had been harder, but starting a year behind most others, he'd gone off to college and that was how he ended up where he is now. Connections are easier made when one already has a foot through the door, so it had started out with helping out around the office through one of those overachieving clubs involved with school function that he still isn't entirely sure how he'd been suckered into, and along the way, he'd found what he'd already known; he liked helping people. Helping a peer construct his class schedule or playing therapy to a girl failing one of her classes because she's going through a bad break-up and please, what should I do?, isn't quite what he'd envisioned for himself, but being better at paperwork than wielding a gun is something he can live with as long as he's of use to someone else.
So now, some years past his photocopying and grabbing coffee days, he's an official school counselor at Locke University.
First Echo:
Tristan received his first echo during his teenage years. It was simple, really—a wooden sword used in a school play—and he remembers the odd, vague sensation he felt as he lifted it, the mental image of a strange looking weapon that he can't quite recall anymore. Perhaps it's why he grew fascinated with them: longsword, broadsword, any type of blades. He found he had a natural talent at wielding them and he gathered a small collection of three swords, neatly resting in his bedroom. He doesn't use them often, but he likes practicing at times—always on his own—feeling both confident and at ease with the hilt of a weapon in his hand.
Preincarnation Personality:
Having spent a good amount of his life devoted to becoming a Keyblade Master, Terra has a strong sense of duty ingrained into his life; the man being stern and insistent when it comes to rules and obligations. He does not see in black and white, but he rarely ever encounters a situation that leaves him questioning his work or actions. Or at least, he didn’t until the Master Qualification Exam. However, Terra has a strong sense of loyalty to those he cares about as well and when those two constants clash, he finds himself inwardly battling with himself, trying to pinpoint what course of action would be the right thing, not necessarily the ordered thing to do. However, even when a decision is reached, he often burdens himself with every little thing that happens; shouldering the blame if anything ever goes wrong. He’ll self-berate himself for things gone wrong, musing that he could have handled the situation differently, even if it wouldn’t have changed the outcome in the end anyway.
Terra prides himself on being strong, both physically and mentally—even though his emotions often weighed heavily on his mind, he still holds enough strength to convince others that he has things together. Usually. Terra is hardly an open book but he isn’t a master at keeping his emotions from bleeding into his outward appearance either. For the most part, Terra lets himself play the part of a soldier—as a keyblade warrior—believing wholeheartedly that he should act as one, even if in doing so he keeps his friends in the dark. He puts up a strong front; hiding his emotions behind a calm, impassive facade; even when things are dire, he’s unrelenting with his emotions, keeping everything in check.
He hates being a burden on anyone’s mind and if one of his actions betrays him, he’ll most likely deny any concern someone may show him, instead doing his best to calm the others into believing he is fine. However, while he tries his best to keep his façade of optimism up, inside he’s just as frightened and insecure as his friends. But he isn't expected to be weak—he's supposed to be the strong one, the one that keeps everyone together and going. He pushes his own insecurities and doubts to the back of his mind, locking them away to be analyzed later, when the luxury of weakness is allowed. He does not like relying on others and would rather not dump his array of problems on their shoulders. Although, he does have a natural strength—physically—he still falters mentally. He might deny it, but he becomes very vulnerable at times and quickly develops harsh opinions of himself. He lets them get the best of him, even though he knows he shouldn’t dwell heavily on his own failings; his mood swaying readily with the progression of his thoughts.
He tries to be there for his friends as much as he can though. He has a slightly standoffish exterior and spends a great deal of time by himself—but despite this, Terra is genuinely a very kind soul, who possesses a disposition that compels him to look after those close to him. Although the list doesn’t hold very many names on it, Terra is very devotedly invested in his friends and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety and happiness, even if it means putting their needs before his own. However, his concern can often come across as bossy, at least with the way he chooses to display it but he means well.
He isn’t the type of person to jump to conclusions and rarely acts impulsively or rashly when presented with a situation. If others make a quick decision, he usually calls them on it—he believes in thinking things through. Despite this, he is not overly patient either though. Training has taught his to be tactical, concise, and to think things through thoroughly, but in no means at a leisurely rate. He expects things to be done quickly and intelligently.
He’s incredibly stubborn; once his mind is made up on something, he rarely, if ever, changes it. He holds tight to his ideals and will argue with others about his beliefs until he goes blue in the face… or well, until he calls it quits and storms off.
Fiercely determined and undeniably stubborn, Terra pushes himself to great lengths to prove that he is worth something. Vaguely paranoid of other’s opinions on him – what they will think about his failings, his mistakes, his brush with the darkness – he does occasionally fall pray to quick bouts of anger, and will lash out at those around him—be it through simple brooding and a sharp tongue. He’ll rarely back down from a fight—even if it is one he will likely lose—and puts everything he is into it.
Having spent so much of his time and energy focused on his dream to become a Keyblade Master, Terra has become somewhat detached from having a…well, let’s say a smooth social attitude. He can and does talk to people – that much is sure from his travels to all the different worlds – but he isn’t a very good conversationalist. He’s tactical with his intelligence but he’s not spontaneous. He can—and usually does—get caught off guard relatively easy and it’s hard for him to think quickly on his feet. He doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with people and hasn’t developed a social attitude, making it hard for him to separate how he talks when discussing facts from how he regards people. In short, it means he usually comes across as cold to people that don’t know him well. Honestly, Terra doesn’t have a problem with talking to people; he’s more on the reserved and quiet side, sure, but he does talk to people just fine. The thing Terra has a problem with, if maintaining a conversation. He isn’t big on small talk; in a way, he’s very narrow-minded in that he talks to people long enough to get the necessary information he’s seeking before he moves on. He’s not unkind, but he’s not much of a people person.
But hey, despite all this, he does have a sense of humor—though it isn’t obvious to many people. He has a quick wit and when he is relaxed enough, comfortable enough with the situation, he isn’t afraid to make a few, snide, though playful, jabs here an’ there. The delivery in which he makes his comments do still hold an air of awkwardness to them, but he tries; letting himself find enjoyment every now and again, when he isn’t busy worrying over the things that need to be done. However, he tends to find humor in things others don’t and some of his so-called jokes aren’t funny to anyone but himself.
Any differences:
I guess the biggest difference would be his reincarnated “darkness.” In canon, Terra has a temper stemmed from insecurity and fear, the emotional inconsistency being what led him to tap into darker feelings in order to be stronger. For Tristan, his fits of anger are more intense and frequent; he's wound tight from failure and missed opportunity, and with his life not being exactly as he once saw it to be, he has a tendency to grow annoyed when things don't go his way. Who ever likes things not going their way though? It's just, he has a much shorter fuse than his preincarnated self and as a result, he's more rash and quick to action than Terra. See, he's more, 'shoot first, ask questions later', which is in stark contrast to Terra who spent most of his time asking question after question after question.
He's still quite curious and oblivious at times however, so he won't be getting away from those questions entirely though, unfortunately.
One of Terra's biggest pit-falls was his inability to distrust. Or well, his readiness to trust. For having been a keyblade wielder, he was exceptionally bad at sensing the darkness in others. Tristan on the other hand, is more particular in his opinions. Growing up wanting to be a cop, he's taken to being more aware of his surroundings; of the way people carry themselves, the words they choose, the tone, the fiddle of their hands... he was trained to pick out suspicious people in a crowd, so it's far more difficult to trick Tristan than it ever had been to mislead Terra.
Terra was always warm and welcoming with people, but as stated in the personality section, there was always a sort of limit to his conversations. Tristan isn't quite as focused as Terra and so he doesn't mind wasting time and shooting the breeze with someone. In short, he much more social. Not overly talkative, no, but he's well-versed in small talk and while, no, he doesn't always take to heart what he's talking about and he doesn't always care, his job as a counselor has taught him how to be invested in someone else's life, even if it's only from the moment they walk in the door to the moment they walk out.
Abilities:
Preincarnated;
Out of the BBS trio, Terra is by far the most powerful in brute strength. His movements are slower than his friends, but they are hard and heavy-hitting attacks that deal large amounts of damage to opponents. On top of using his Earth Shaker Keyblade for swing attacks, he also has a wide variety of magical spells. Some of his spells and attacks are as follows:
» Critical Impact → Terra utilizes slow but heavy hits to their maximum.
» Thunder Bolt → Unleashes powerful lightning upon attacks.
» Firestorm → The Keyblade erupts in flames while attacking.
» Diamond Dust → Ice-based attack; specializes in crowd-control and dealing with multiple enemies at once.
» Ice Blast → Ice-based attack that uses an ice-cream theme.
» Rock Breaker → Summons three large earth crystals from the ground to damage enemies.
» Blade Charge → The Keyblade resembles a purple sword in this attack – it allows Terra to charge up the attacks for additional damage.
» Dark Impulse → Terra summons the power of the darkness to attack enemies – slow, heavy attacks but also some long-range projectile attacks.
» Black Volley → Terra fires bullets of darkness at multiple enemies at once.
» Sonic Shadow → Terra is surrounded by darkness and begins to dash through the enemies. It ends with stabbing at the opponent from above.
» Ultima Cannon → Terra transforms his Keyblade into a massive cannon and fires at enemies. However, only two shots can be fired.
Reincarnated;
Other than being exceptionally strong, he doesn't have any so called abilities.
Roleplay Sample – Third Person:
Playing around with the potential Repliku applicant here
Roleplay Sample - Network:
- Some Dear_Mun interaction samples
- Below is a network post I snagged from an old rp ⤷ {video}
[ Bump. Roll. Plop. Carelessly thrown onto what seems to be a bed, the feed flickers to life after a few jostled hits and shows the tumbling image of a Palace assigned bedroom. The communicator slowly comes to an abrupt stop when it collides with the pile of pillows at the head of the bed and remains propped there to show a generous sweep of the area. There’s a man there in the middle of the room – head tipped downward, seemingly unconcerned with the functionality of the device for now – and instead holds his hand out in front of himself to…
Do nothing. ]
Why… [ It hadn’t worked outside when he’d gone to leave and neither had…
Shoves his hand against the armor on his shoulder and…still nothing happens. ] What?
[ Holds his hand outstretched again, his more cynical side already reminding himself that it won’t help any but he tries anyway – snapping his eyes shut, frowning, concentrating, his fingers flexing slightly, and…
Still nothing. His shoulders visible slump at his inability, this newfound turmoil eating at his confidence and…and… ]
What does this mean? [ Pause – mumbling. ] …What do I do now? [ He drops his hand to his side, heaving a heavy breath and then just as quickly shakes his head, turning to trudge over to the bed, flopping his weight down on it. After going through a similar routine outside and finding his missing…power, he’d retreated back to his--the room he’d woken up in, but he couldn’t stay here forever – not with how he left things. ] Ven…Aqua…
[ Closer now, Terra is actually more obscured with the camera angle, but even though his face can’t be seen, with the twist of his torso, it’s obvious he’s finally giving that device a glance. ]
[ Pause. ] A…light…? [ A red one to be specific. Right there - at the top, near that little circle…huh? Picking it up, he shifts it around in his palm and—there we go, a face full of Terra again. He’d talked to a few maids around the place, but he’d hardly gotten any information out of them, but enough to know this is some sort of communication device…? He hadn’t bothered much with it before, dead-set on getting out and using his Keyblade Glider to leave this world but…well, that hadn’t gone over well.
Staring into the communication device’s interface, Terra faintly wonders what he should do now. His technological skills stop short of anything beyond the basics, so it’s safe to say he hasn’t seen technology quite like this before. But it’s…on right? So he should probably say something, right? ]
…Hello?
[ Schooling his features and shoving things to the back of his mind, he looks surprisingly…apathetic, considering the kind of situation he currently finds himself in. Not entirely unconcerned but playing indifferent—besides, he isn’t real new to the showing up in a new world thing. Though, of course, he’s usually conscious for those jumps. ]
If anyone can hear this…
[ A pause—hrm. And he shakes his head, reconsidering. No no. He can figure this out…he’s still able enough – strong enough – to do that, right? ]
Forget it.
[ Presses a few buttons and on the third one, finally manages to cut the feed. ]
Any Questions?
Nope!
Name: Zeph
Are you over 15? Yes
Contact:
IC Information:
Name: Terra | Tristan Terran
Canon: Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep
Age: Terra's age is never specified in canon, but I've always assumed his age was around 18 or 19. Tristan will be 25.
Preincarnation Appearance:
Here!
Terra’s a big guy—he towers above most of his friends, so he’s probably somewhere between 185-190 cm. His face is well defined—rounded, but slightly pointy when it curves down to his chin. His nose is straight and slightly pointed, fitting his face in its size and shape. His skin is a nice, light even color and it's smooth; no signs of blemishes anywhere on his body, though, his hands are rough with calluses from years of handling a weapon. His features are much more boyish and soft to the eye; sometimes making him look much younger than he actually is.
He has brunette hair—spiky, gravity-defying brunette hair to be exact. His hair is kept longer on the top and around his face; while around the back, Terra manages his spikes shorter, so they pile on top of each other in a slightly more manageable way. Though the overall style of his hair is still slightly messy and it reaches to the base of his neck. His eyes are blue.
When it comes to clothing, he wears a dark gray [bordering on black], high-collared shirt that hugs his upper frame, outlining the contours of his muscles. He also has two intersecting, red straps—somewhat like suspenders—that cross his chest and disappear beneath a thick sash. The sash has belt loops, which hold a black belt that ties at his front and held together with a gold pendant. His dusty tan colored pants have a Japanese style to them; almost like samurai pants with large pleats. His boots are an off colored gold and look to be made of metal. On his right arm, he wears a thick, black wristband and on his left, he wears a black, fingerless glove and a black gauntlet on his forearm. The armor on his left-shoulder is a large, ornate crest and the armor continues down from his shoulder all the way to his wrist—in a variety of gold, bronze, grey and red coloring.
Any differences:
For the most part, he looks about the same. His hair is probably the only big difference. No, he doesn't go through a bottle of gel a week and spike it; it's still on the messy side and it's on the longer side. (Shamelessly going to use chris hemsworth as an example of his hair because well). His clothing is different too; far more casual. He still takes to shirts that hug his upper body and he is all about the pants on the baggier side of things, but it's simple tees and jeans or cargo pants.
Preincarnated History:
Terra
Birth by Sleep
Growing up on the Land of Departure, Terra spent most of his time under the guidance of Master Eraqus. Having been chosen to train toward the goal of eventually becoming a Keyblade Master, Terra – along with another apprentice named Aqua – grew up intently focused on that one dream. That is what life mostly consisted of – training, training and more training. And that didn’t change much, but it did – slightly – when Master Xehanort visited one day with a blond boy in tow. Ventus.
After a small rocky start to their relationship – asking someone whose lost their memory an onslaught of questions wasn’t the best idea Terra – the three apprentices – Aqua, Ventus and Terra – soon became fast friends. Life proceeded as usual from then on until the Master Qualification Exam rolled around.
Aqua ended up passing the exam, while Terra ended up failing. Failing because he couldn’t control the darkness within his heart – for one brief moment in the exam, he’d given into its power. However, unbeknownst to everyone else, Master Xehanort – who stopped in to witness the exam – had been responsible for the presence of the darkness in the exam.
Disappointed and ultimately embarrassed with his actions, Terra left his friends behind to be alone outside of the castle. There he crossed paths with Master Xehanort. Terra turned to him for guidance, asking the older man what he should do about the darkness within him. Master Xehanort suggested that Terra learn to control it—that he could if he gained enough power to do so. Leaping at that, Terra latched onto that idea as his first and only solution – deciding that he would indeed become more powerful in order to control the darkness within him and as a result, be able to finally become a Keyblade Master.
Not long after the exam, Terra is then given a mission from Master Eraqus, to track down Master Xehanort and some threats called Unversed – dark creatures that feed off negative feelings – that were running through other worlds. Before Terra leaves, Master Eraqus promised him that if he did well with this mission, he would reconsider him for the title of Keyblade Master. Encouraged and ultimately determined to do well, Terra turned to leave after that – only pausing briefly to talk to Ven one last time before going. Ven seemed ready to tell Terra something, but Terra brushed it off with a small hair ruffle and then quickly left on his Keyblade Rider. Ven followed after that without Terra’s knowledge and then Aqua followed suit – although her mission was to watch over Terra and make sure he wasn’t tempted by the darkness again.
Upon reaching the Enchanted Dominion, Terra soon finds himself in the company of Maleficent. Following her into the castle, the two go to Princess Aurora’s room, where she is seen to be sleeping. Naïve to who Maleficent truly is, Terra lets his guard down and she then takes advantage of him – taking control of him through the darkness and causing him to steal Princess Aurora’s heart. He regained his senses not long after, but it was too late to fix what he’d done – adding to what would soon be a growing pile of guilt in the pit of his stomach.
From world to world, Terra battled unversed and tried his best to help those who needed it. However, he unintentionally caught the attention of many, if not all, the dark residents of each world – each one drawn to him by the darkness in his heart. In route to one world, Terra is called on by Master Xehanort and not being able to ignore such a call, Terra shifted direction to the Keyblade Graveyard. Master Xehanort then proceeded to tell Terra all about his masked apprentice – Vanitas. He told Terra that Vanitas was a part of Ventus – he’d extracted the darkness out of Ven’s heart which was Vanitas. Ven was pure light, while Vanitas – his other half essentially – was pure darkness. He said he was ashamed of his methods and that he wanted to fix things. He told Terra to kill Vantias, to which Terra agreed.
Terra’s quests through the worlds eventually brought him to the Radiant Garden, where he saw Master Xehanort walking off in an unknown direction. Assuming that the older man had some new information for him, Terra followed after him but he was slowed by a battle with a massive Unversed. However, through the battle, he was reunited with Aqua and Ventus. Through their following exchange, Terra learned that Ven has encountered Vanitas. After hearing that, Terra immediately told Ven to stay away from Van – to go home. Terra had important duties to see finished and he needed Ven to go home.
Seeing a slight difference in Terra, Aqua hinted that the duties Terra was so devoted to were not the same duties Master Eraqus gave them. Terra quickly turned on her and told her that his goal was still to destroy the darkness, which Aqua countered by stating the fact that Terra seemed to embrace it. Ven was quick to jump to Terra’s defence but the situation was too far-gone to salvage. Terra was angered that Master Eraqus had asked Aqua to spy on him – that their master didn’t trust him – so he just as soon left, telling Ven to stay back when the younger boy made a move to follow him.
Through this, Terra came to the quick and misguided idea that he could only trust Master Xehanort.
Walking down into the underground catacombs below Ansem’s castle, Terra found that Master Xehanort had been – supposedly – captured by Braig. A battle followed shortly after this discovery with Terra trying to save Master Xehanort and Braig trying to obtain the Keyblade. Braig was almost victorious until Master Xehanort shouted to Terra that in order for him to win, he’d have to use the Keyblade itself. At first Terra didn’t feel inclined to listen – using the Keyblade itself could pose a potential threat to Master Cehanort himself – but when the older man said that defeat would bring shame to Master Eraqus, Aqua and Ventus…Terra reconsidered his options.
Terra soon gained the upper hand by using his anger as a weapon – thus losing control of his darkness – and won after scarring Braig’s cheek, as well as ridding the man of his eye. Reeling with pain, Braig fled the scene and Terra then released Master Xehanort. Terra barely paid the fast approaching man any mind, too far consumed over the fact that he’d been controlled by the darkness yet again. Master Xehanort tried to sway Terra’s ideas though, saying Terra controlled the darkness, rather than having it control him. Nonetheless, Terra couldn’t bring himself to agree with the Master – stating that at the end of this, he had no home to return to anymore.
Seeing this as a new opportunity, Master Xehanort offered Terra a position as his disciple. This offer caused Terra to doubt Master Eraqus and the role he now had in Terra’s life. Master Xehanort explained that darkness was something born within light and that Master Eraqus didn’t pass Terra in the Master Qualification Exam because he was afraid of the darkness – that he didn’t truly understand it. Still not entirely convinced, but with a growing doubt, Terra then listened as Master Xehanort begged Terra to join him and his plan to bring balance to the worlds – that his ultimate goal was to defeat Vanitas, who was the ultimate source of darkness. Trying one last thing to get Terra agree, Master Xehanort then referred to Terra as Master Terra – pulling on the younger man’s life-long dream to reach Master status. Terra fell within the next breath – then seeing Master Xehanort as his new Master.
As Terra prepared to leave Radiant Garden, he was stopped once again by Ventus. Beaming up at the older boy, Ventus stated that he wanted to come along on Terra’s journey. Not swayed by his friend’s enthusiasm, Terra refused the offer, turning away – only to throw a small look over his shoulder, stating that Ventus may be the one to save him one day. Terra left soon after that.
Along his travels, Terra eventually found himself encountering a warm light, which called him to another world. Waking up on a beach, Terra found a Paopu Fruit – his friends had talked about this before with the distribution of their good luck charms at the beginning of his quest. Instead of feeling glad over the small discovery, Terra’s mood soured; the man wondering if he’d ever see his friends again. He didn’t have long to submit to such thoughts though because two young boys were suddenly on the scene, running by him. Watching the two boys – a young Sora and Riku – Terra found potential in the silver-haired boy, soon calling him over for a conversation. The brunette cut to the chase by asking Riku why he wanted to go to other worlds. Satisfied with the young boy’s answer, he then moved to the final test – holding his keyblade out for Riku to take. Riku was able to hold the keyblade and as a result, Terra named Riku his successor.
Terra didn’t stay much longer though, having been called to the Keyblade Graveyard by Master Xehanort instead. There Terra learned that Ventus had learned the truth about his past and had gone back to Master Eraqus to fill in some last, missing pieces. Master Xehanort said Ventus had a high chance of being eliminated by Master Eraqus for this. Terra didn’t need to be told twice and he was soon racing back to the Land of Departure to protect Ventus. Not seeing Master Eraqus as his master any longer, Terra saved Ventus by throwing the boy into a portal to another world before he began battling the older man, using the darkness to over-power Master Eraqus. Master Xehanort showed up once the battle was over and promptly killed Master Eraqus, leaving Terra to mourn over the man who he’d once seen as his father figure. He had to leave soon though because the home was then destroyed as it fell into darkness courtesy of Master Xehanort.
Realizing what he’d done and the kind of person Master Xehanort truly was, Terra traveled back to the Keyblade Graveyard in order to confront the older man. And that's where everything came to a head. Terra lost control of his body and found himself locked within his own heart with Xehanort, both of them fighting for control.
Reincarnated History:
What is there to say about his life, other than, for the most part, it's been good? Normal. There haven't been any major curve balls thrown his way or traumatic experiences; no, Tristan is amongst the majority when it comes to his upbringing. A single child, born to two loving parents who adored him and provided as best they could within what their middle class standing supplied. He wasn't privileged and he wasn't a genius, so when it came to school, he fell somewhere in the middle with his average grades and his simple-minded perceptions that made him a little too kind-hearted and oblivious to grabble for popularity. He's always stuck close to having a small, tightly knit group of friends and so, for most of his life, he endured the routine of most teenagers. Get up, go to school, see friends, go to sleep and repeat.
But then he graduated high school.
He'd always wanted to be a police officer. Maybe he'd spent too much time watching all those cop shows on television when he'd been a kid and been a little too enthused about putting on the sirens and racing down the road to answer a call. Or maybe he'd had too many fantastical ideals of protecting those who couldn't protect themselves, putting the bad guys away and restoring order to society. Either way, once graduation was behind him, he'd tried for a dream he'd spent most of his young life gearing up for.
The Police Academy was trying but not enough to discourage him. Tristan is, in a way, a health nut. Eating-wise, no, he eats what his stomach craves – and a lot of it – but since fifteen, sixteen, somewhere in there, he'd taken to the local gym and he's never quite stopped since. So the athletic portion of the Academy was easy enough. Bench press ninety-nine percent of his body weight? Done. Forty situps per minute? Easy. 29 push-ups per minute? That's all? The ethics and laws that came in the form of hours upon hours of pouring over books and sitting through 105 hours of classes covering topics such as search and seizure, crime against children and Penal Code, was a tad more difficult for an average student, but he'd managed.
So he'd done it. He'd passed. He'd become a certified police officer. Except, there's a difference between a rookie fresh out of the Academy and that of a real police officer. There was a field training program to complete with a senior officer to finish the transition and cement his career. And well, that was where it all went wrong.
There'd been an incident. A few rides into his field training, they'd answered a call and somewhere along the line of them talking down a domestic dispute, the quarreling husband had said something a touch too unkind and made a move too close to his wife. Tristan had intervened to block the path but then there'd been a shove and already frayed emotions snapped to have Tristan shoving back. All it took was the man spitting in retaliation for Tristan to put the guy down with one, two punches; too swift, too quick, the tussle was over almost as quickly as it had started, with Tristan pinning the guy down to work some handcuffs around his wrists, but it had been enough to change the wife's perception and have her yelling at him instead. Her shrill screams had been nothing compared to the reprimands from the senior officer though.
Excessive force. A liability waiting to happen.
Least to say, the Department had dismissed him before he had the chance to, potentially, pull out his gun next time. There were always more rookies waiting for a chance, so why waste their time on someone who had already made one mistake, one slip in judgment?
He'd been angry of course, and he'd shut out a lot of people as a result, namely his friends who had joined the Academy with him and gone on without him, because to Tristan, there is no feeling worse than failure. Starting again had been harder, but starting a year behind most others, he'd gone off to college and that was how he ended up where he is now. Connections are easier made when one already has a foot through the door, so it had started out with helping out around the office through one of those overachieving clubs involved with school function that he still isn't entirely sure how he'd been suckered into, and along the way, he'd found what he'd already known; he liked helping people. Helping a peer construct his class schedule or playing therapy to a girl failing one of her classes because she's going through a bad break-up and please, what should I do?, isn't quite what he'd envisioned for himself, but being better at paperwork than wielding a gun is something he can live with as long as he's of use to someone else.
So now, some years past his photocopying and grabbing coffee days, he's an official school counselor at Locke University.
First Echo:
Tristan received his first echo during his teenage years. It was simple, really—a wooden sword used in a school play—and he remembers the odd, vague sensation he felt as he lifted it, the mental image of a strange looking weapon that he can't quite recall anymore. Perhaps it's why he grew fascinated with them: longsword, broadsword, any type of blades. He found he had a natural talent at wielding them and he gathered a small collection of three swords, neatly resting in his bedroom. He doesn't use them often, but he likes practicing at times—always on his own—feeling both confident and at ease with the hilt of a weapon in his hand.
Preincarnation Personality:
Having spent a good amount of his life devoted to becoming a Keyblade Master, Terra has a strong sense of duty ingrained into his life; the man being stern and insistent when it comes to rules and obligations. He does not see in black and white, but he rarely ever encounters a situation that leaves him questioning his work or actions. Or at least, he didn’t until the Master Qualification Exam. However, Terra has a strong sense of loyalty to those he cares about as well and when those two constants clash, he finds himself inwardly battling with himself, trying to pinpoint what course of action would be the right thing, not necessarily the ordered thing to do. However, even when a decision is reached, he often burdens himself with every little thing that happens; shouldering the blame if anything ever goes wrong. He’ll self-berate himself for things gone wrong, musing that he could have handled the situation differently, even if it wouldn’t have changed the outcome in the end anyway.
Terra prides himself on being strong, both physically and mentally—even though his emotions often weighed heavily on his mind, he still holds enough strength to convince others that he has things together. Usually. Terra is hardly an open book but he isn’t a master at keeping his emotions from bleeding into his outward appearance either. For the most part, Terra lets himself play the part of a soldier—as a keyblade warrior—believing wholeheartedly that he should act as one, even if in doing so he keeps his friends in the dark. He puts up a strong front; hiding his emotions behind a calm, impassive facade; even when things are dire, he’s unrelenting with his emotions, keeping everything in check.
He hates being a burden on anyone’s mind and if one of his actions betrays him, he’ll most likely deny any concern someone may show him, instead doing his best to calm the others into believing he is fine. However, while he tries his best to keep his façade of optimism up, inside he’s just as frightened and insecure as his friends. But he isn't expected to be weak—he's supposed to be the strong one, the one that keeps everyone together and going. He pushes his own insecurities and doubts to the back of his mind, locking them away to be analyzed later, when the luxury of weakness is allowed. He does not like relying on others and would rather not dump his array of problems on their shoulders. Although, he does have a natural strength—physically—he still falters mentally. He might deny it, but he becomes very vulnerable at times and quickly develops harsh opinions of himself. He lets them get the best of him, even though he knows he shouldn’t dwell heavily on his own failings; his mood swaying readily with the progression of his thoughts.
He tries to be there for his friends as much as he can though. He has a slightly standoffish exterior and spends a great deal of time by himself—but despite this, Terra is genuinely a very kind soul, who possesses a disposition that compels him to look after those close to him. Although the list doesn’t hold very many names on it, Terra is very devotedly invested in his friends and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety and happiness, even if it means putting their needs before his own. However, his concern can often come across as bossy, at least with the way he chooses to display it but he means well.
He isn’t the type of person to jump to conclusions and rarely acts impulsively or rashly when presented with a situation. If others make a quick decision, he usually calls them on it—he believes in thinking things through. Despite this, he is not overly patient either though. Training has taught his to be tactical, concise, and to think things through thoroughly, but in no means at a leisurely rate. He expects things to be done quickly and intelligently.
He’s incredibly stubborn; once his mind is made up on something, he rarely, if ever, changes it. He holds tight to his ideals and will argue with others about his beliefs until he goes blue in the face… or well, until he calls it quits and storms off.
Fiercely determined and undeniably stubborn, Terra pushes himself to great lengths to prove that he is worth something. Vaguely paranoid of other’s opinions on him – what they will think about his failings, his mistakes, his brush with the darkness – he does occasionally fall pray to quick bouts of anger, and will lash out at those around him—be it through simple brooding and a sharp tongue. He’ll rarely back down from a fight—even if it is one he will likely lose—and puts everything he is into it.
Having spent so much of his time and energy focused on his dream to become a Keyblade Master, Terra has become somewhat detached from having a…well, let’s say a smooth social attitude. He can and does talk to people – that much is sure from his travels to all the different worlds – but he isn’t a very good conversationalist. He’s tactical with his intelligence but he’s not spontaneous. He can—and usually does—get caught off guard relatively easy and it’s hard for him to think quickly on his feet. He doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with people and hasn’t developed a social attitude, making it hard for him to separate how he talks when discussing facts from how he regards people. In short, it means he usually comes across as cold to people that don’t know him well. Honestly, Terra doesn’t have a problem with talking to people; he’s more on the reserved and quiet side, sure, but he does talk to people just fine. The thing Terra has a problem with, if maintaining a conversation. He isn’t big on small talk; in a way, he’s very narrow-minded in that he talks to people long enough to get the necessary information he’s seeking before he moves on. He’s not unkind, but he’s not much of a people person.
But hey, despite all this, he does have a sense of humor—though it isn’t obvious to many people. He has a quick wit and when he is relaxed enough, comfortable enough with the situation, he isn’t afraid to make a few, snide, though playful, jabs here an’ there. The delivery in which he makes his comments do still hold an air of awkwardness to them, but he tries; letting himself find enjoyment every now and again, when he isn’t busy worrying over the things that need to be done. However, he tends to find humor in things others don’t and some of his so-called jokes aren’t funny to anyone but himself.
Any differences:
I guess the biggest difference would be his reincarnated “darkness.” In canon, Terra has a temper stemmed from insecurity and fear, the emotional inconsistency being what led him to tap into darker feelings in order to be stronger. For Tristan, his fits of anger are more intense and frequent; he's wound tight from failure and missed opportunity, and with his life not being exactly as he once saw it to be, he has a tendency to grow annoyed when things don't go his way. Who ever likes things not going their way though? It's just, he has a much shorter fuse than his preincarnated self and as a result, he's more rash and quick to action than Terra. See, he's more, 'shoot first, ask questions later', which is in stark contrast to Terra who spent most of his time asking question after question after question.
He's still quite curious and oblivious at times however, so he won't be getting away from those questions entirely though, unfortunately.
One of Terra's biggest pit-falls was his inability to distrust. Or well, his readiness to trust. For having been a keyblade wielder, he was exceptionally bad at sensing the darkness in others. Tristan on the other hand, is more particular in his opinions. Growing up wanting to be a cop, he's taken to being more aware of his surroundings; of the way people carry themselves, the words they choose, the tone, the fiddle of their hands... he was trained to pick out suspicious people in a crowd, so it's far more difficult to trick Tristan than it ever had been to mislead Terra.
Terra was always warm and welcoming with people, but as stated in the personality section, there was always a sort of limit to his conversations. Tristan isn't quite as focused as Terra and so he doesn't mind wasting time and shooting the breeze with someone. In short, he much more social. Not overly talkative, no, but he's well-versed in small talk and while, no, he doesn't always take to heart what he's talking about and he doesn't always care, his job as a counselor has taught him how to be invested in someone else's life, even if it's only from the moment they walk in the door to the moment they walk out.
Abilities:
Preincarnated;
Out of the BBS trio, Terra is by far the most powerful in brute strength. His movements are slower than his friends, but they are hard and heavy-hitting attacks that deal large amounts of damage to opponents. On top of using his Earth Shaker Keyblade for swing attacks, he also has a wide variety of magical spells. Some of his spells and attacks are as follows:
» Critical Impact → Terra utilizes slow but heavy hits to their maximum.
» Thunder Bolt → Unleashes powerful lightning upon attacks.
» Firestorm → The Keyblade erupts in flames while attacking.
» Diamond Dust → Ice-based attack; specializes in crowd-control and dealing with multiple enemies at once.
» Ice Blast → Ice-based attack that uses an ice-cream theme.
» Rock Breaker → Summons three large earth crystals from the ground to damage enemies.
» Blade Charge → The Keyblade resembles a purple sword in this attack – it allows Terra to charge up the attacks for additional damage.
» Dark Impulse → Terra summons the power of the darkness to attack enemies – slow, heavy attacks but also some long-range projectile attacks.
» Black Volley → Terra fires bullets of darkness at multiple enemies at once.
» Sonic Shadow → Terra is surrounded by darkness and begins to dash through the enemies. It ends with stabbing at the opponent from above.
» Ultima Cannon → Terra transforms his Keyblade into a massive cannon and fires at enemies. However, only two shots can be fired.
Reincarnated;
Other than being exceptionally strong, he doesn't have any so called abilities.
Roleplay Sample – Third Person:
Playing around with the potential Repliku applicant here
Roleplay Sample - Network:
- Some Dear_Mun interaction samples
- Below is a network post I snagged from an old rp ⤷ {video}
[ Bump. Roll. Plop. Carelessly thrown onto what seems to be a bed, the feed flickers to life after a few jostled hits and shows the tumbling image of a Palace assigned bedroom. The communicator slowly comes to an abrupt stop when it collides with the pile of pillows at the head of the bed and remains propped there to show a generous sweep of the area. There’s a man there in the middle of the room – head tipped downward, seemingly unconcerned with the functionality of the device for now – and instead holds his hand out in front of himself to…
Do nothing. ]
Why… [ It hadn’t worked outside when he’d gone to leave and neither had…
Shoves his hand against the armor on his shoulder and…still nothing happens. ] What?
[ Holds his hand outstretched again, his more cynical side already reminding himself that it won’t help any but he tries anyway – snapping his eyes shut, frowning, concentrating, his fingers flexing slightly, and…
Still nothing. His shoulders visible slump at his inability, this newfound turmoil eating at his confidence and…and… ]
What does this mean? [ Pause – mumbling. ] …What do I do now? [ He drops his hand to his side, heaving a heavy breath and then just as quickly shakes his head, turning to trudge over to the bed, flopping his weight down on it. After going through a similar routine outside and finding his missing…power, he’d retreated back to his--the room he’d woken up in, but he couldn’t stay here forever – not with how he left things. ] Ven…Aqua…
[ Closer now, Terra is actually more obscured with the camera angle, but even though his face can’t be seen, with the twist of his torso, it’s obvious he’s finally giving that device a glance. ]
[ Pause. ] A…light…? [ A red one to be specific. Right there - at the top, near that little circle…huh? Picking it up, he shifts it around in his palm and—there we go, a face full of Terra again. He’d talked to a few maids around the place, but he’d hardly gotten any information out of them, but enough to know this is some sort of communication device…? He hadn’t bothered much with it before, dead-set on getting out and using his Keyblade Glider to leave this world but…well, that hadn’t gone over well.
Staring into the communication device’s interface, Terra faintly wonders what he should do now. His technological skills stop short of anything beyond the basics, so it’s safe to say he hasn’t seen technology quite like this before. But it’s…on right? So he should probably say something, right? ]
…Hello?
[ Schooling his features and shoving things to the back of his mind, he looks surprisingly…apathetic, considering the kind of situation he currently finds himself in. Not entirely unconcerned but playing indifferent—besides, he isn’t real new to the showing up in a new world thing. Though, of course, he’s usually conscious for those jumps. ]
If anyone can hear this…
[ A pause—hrm. And he shakes his head, reconsidering. No no. He can figure this out…he’s still able enough – strong enough – to do that, right? ]
Forget it.
[ Presses a few buttons and on the third one, finally manages to cut the feed. ]
Any Questions?
Nope!