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timewitnessP L A Y E R;
NAME: Hannah
AGE: 24
PLAYER JOURNAL: lionheart
TIMEZONE: PST
CONTACT: plurk @ scathefire
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Serah Farron
CANON: Final Fantasy XIII
POINT IN CANON: The verrry beginning of XIII-3: Lightning Returns
AGE: Looks 21… technically 521?? Her soul is 521?? Does it count if she’s been dead most of that time idek.
APPEARANCE:
wow cute amirite
CANON HISTORY: here
CANON PERSONALITY:
I never gave up hope.
Serah is, in essence, the heart of Final Fantasy XIII’s story, or, at the very least, the driving force behind it. In the first game, she is the one who finds the first Pulse Fal’cie. She is the first l’Cie introduced in the game, the first l’Cie to be branded by the Pulse Fal’cie, the one who was originally meant to destroy Cocoon. She isn’t necessarily the first l’Cie to refuse her Focus, but it’s worth noting how vehemently she was against it.
Serah’s turning to crystal is what pushes Lightning and Snow onward after they become l’Cie themselves. One of them wants to accept she’s gone, the other is obsessed with bringing her back.
A neat contrast to Lightning, her soldier sister, Serah is an endlessly optimistic, hopeful, and curious girl. While in the beginning of the series she seemed excessively gentle, Serah grows into herself when she recognizes how she is the one everyone rallies to protect. In between XIII and XIII-2, she learns how to protect herself with both sword and bow, as well as the magic she can summon as an after-effect of Etro’s influence on the world. It’s no surprise that Serah’s maturity is what allows her to see her own flaws and improve upon them.
Unfortunately, being mature doesn’t save her from having her moments of self-destructive selflessness. Because Serah is so consumed by the love she has for her friends and family, she starts to push them away when she realizes she’s endangering them. Nearly the day Serah realized she had become a Pulse l’Cie — an enemy of Cocoon — she attempted to break up with Snow so he wouldn’t get dragged down with her. She knew Cocoon’s citizens would find out what she was and seek to get rid of her during the Purge. She knew it wouldn’t be fair to bring anyone with her.
Just keep me in your thoughts. Remember me, and we’ll see each other again.
Serah is strong-willed to the point that other people begin to suspect she might be a little touched in a bad way. So convinced she is that she saw Lightning again before her sister disappeared, she refuses to believe that she somehow hallucinated Lightning being there. However, as hopeful and bright as Serah usually is, her memory warring with everyone else’s — with Snow and Hope both insisting her sister must be crystallized with Fang and Vanille, or possibly dead — she succumbs to a dark depression, deep enough that even Snow fears she might be bordering suicide. It's not so much that she "gets over it" as she hides it, and then she fights tooth and bloody nail to claw herself out of it. After Snow is gone for literal years looking for Lightning, Serah starts wondering if he's ever coming home, if she was really right to stay behind. When Noel drops in on her, the promise of her sister needing her on his tongue, it's all she needs to kick herself into gear. While trusting, she's not entirely stupid. She doesn't drop everything and believe Noel -- she questions him, she prods. She pieces things together and accepts that, yes, her sister does need her. Serah accepts that she is the only one who can really help Lightning, even if she's not entirely sure herself.
FFXIII-2 is really her biggest growing point. From her XIII roots, she grows from being a rather fearful, dependent character to recognizing that she can’t remain the same. While she had her sister to protect her as a child, she doesn’t anymore. Though she had Snow once, he eventually left to go find Lightning — what Serah wanted to do herself. And then with NORA taking care of her in Snow’s absence, she once again fell into being taken care of. Even though she’s taught herself to fight, that she’s (thought about) going to university, that she’s even started her own school of sorts, teaching children in her village, it’s not until New Bodhum is really attacked by monsters that Serah picks up the mantle as her own hero.
With all the time-hopping she does in XIII-2, it becomes obvious at how extroverted Serah is. She makes friends easily, though she sometimes trusts too easily and trusts the wrong person. She is self-sacrificing to a painful fault, hiding the pain she gets from her visions as best as she can, and hiding the ones the signal her own coming demise. Serah knew her death was coming, and instead of trying to change it she embraced it — knowing that it would help her friends, believing that she would see her sister again. She would cut herself and bleed to reassure someone she loves. She’s done it before, and she’ll do it again.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: N/A
ABILITIES: Like any other character in FF, she’s very varied in her abilities. Physically, all of them can parkour hardcore, jumping all over the damn battleground, flipping, leaping thirteen feet in the air, etc. Serah is very slight, so it’s no surprise she’s quick on her feet and agile as fuck.
Stats-wise, she focuses on magic, though she makes a pretty good Commando, which is basically an in-your-face physical fighter. Elemental magic is something everyone mysteriously gets in XIII-2 which was something previously only l’Cie could access (though it's up for grabs whether the source of hers is from previously being a l'Cie or part of the magic of living on Gran Pulse). Staple magics that she can use include fire, blizzard, and water. Game-wise, I would say she has a strong affinity for white magic, aka healing magic. She’s also skilled with both sword and longbow, though technically the weapon she uses is a… bowsword. That is actually a Moogle. Just accept it.
INVENTORY; NOOOOTHIIIING except her clothes that she died in. I guess.
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? I DON'T THINK SOOOOOO.
S A M P L E S;
FIRST PERSON:
It’s happening again. I wake up somewhere new, somewhere where my memories are still scattered all over. I can’t piece everything together, but this time… it’s different. I’m different. I’m not scared. I’m alone, but I’m not alone. The same way I didn’t leave Lightning alone when she was sleeping.
I’m not sure I know what I mean. I just have a feeling… It’s not a vision like last time. (I hope I don’t get them anymore. Is that wrong?) A hunch, maybe? I feel like everything might be a little simpler here. Less chaotic.
Or I’m hoping it will be.
THIRD PERSON:
She had been hoping to see the city, just once, if only because it reminded her of other days. Brighter ones. Ones with fireworks in the sky, exploding into colorful arcs around them. So close she could feel the heat on her face; so close she might’ve squealed with a jolt of fright, afraid those beautiful eruptions might catch one of them on fire. Academia was certainly bright, but it had too much light. It overpowered itself. It was hard to see Cocoon, or the stars beyond it; though thinking back, the former had probably been on purpose.
Serah leaned back onto the railing wrapped around the glowing Cactuar statue. It spun silently, the green light throwing a sickly tint on the faces passing by. She crossed her arms, sighing gently, waiting. She knew she had come here for a reason. It hadn't been visions that led her here, and more than a small part of her was glad for that. It would be too much to think she was free, and she didn't deserve the rest -- but she took it anyway. If only to watch. She wouldn't join the revelry, the parties, the masked dancing, but she could watch. It'd been so long since she'd just... seen people. Since the people she'd been trying to save had been more than just an idea. Here they had faces; she could hear them laugh, watch them buy fried hairballs and cringe as they took their first bite. She'd try one herself if her mouth wasn't so dry, her heart thumping with anxiousness. Watching was great, but waiting. Waiting was the impossible part.
Especially when she didn’t know who she was waiting for. Or what. Until then, she could watch. It wouldn't... it wouldn't hurt anyone. Sometimes even hearing the music rising sweetly on the night air made a smile come to her face, small and tired.
She'd missed this. She'd missed staying in one moment, one time, and seeing happiness.
NAME: Hannah
AGE: 24
PLAYER JOURNAL: lionheart
TIMEZONE: PST
CONTACT: plurk @ scathefire
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Serah Farron
CANON: Final Fantasy XIII
POINT IN CANON: The verrry beginning of XIII-3: Lightning Returns
AGE: Looks 21… technically 521?? Her soul is 521?? Does it count if she’s been dead most of that time idek.
APPEARANCE:
wow cute amiriteCANON HISTORY: here
CANON PERSONALITY:
I never gave up hope.
Serah is, in essence, the heart of Final Fantasy XIII’s story, or, at the very least, the driving force behind it. In the first game, she is the one who finds the first Pulse Fal’cie. She is the first l’Cie introduced in the game, the first l’Cie to be branded by the Pulse Fal’cie, the one who was originally meant to destroy Cocoon. She isn’t necessarily the first l’Cie to refuse her Focus, but it’s worth noting how vehemently she was against it.
Serah’s turning to crystal is what pushes Lightning and Snow onward after they become l’Cie themselves. One of them wants to accept she’s gone, the other is obsessed with bringing her back.
A neat contrast to Lightning, her soldier sister, Serah is an endlessly optimistic, hopeful, and curious girl. While in the beginning of the series she seemed excessively gentle, Serah grows into herself when she recognizes how she is the one everyone rallies to protect. In between XIII and XIII-2, she learns how to protect herself with both sword and bow, as well as the magic she can summon as an after-effect of Etro’s influence on the world. It’s no surprise that Serah’s maturity is what allows her to see her own flaws and improve upon them.
Unfortunately, being mature doesn’t save her from having her moments of self-destructive selflessness. Because Serah is so consumed by the love she has for her friends and family, she starts to push them away when she realizes she’s endangering them. Nearly the day Serah realized she had become a Pulse l’Cie — an enemy of Cocoon — she attempted to break up with Snow so he wouldn’t get dragged down with her. She knew Cocoon’s citizens would find out what she was and seek to get rid of her during the Purge. She knew it wouldn’t be fair to bring anyone with her.
Just keep me in your thoughts. Remember me, and we’ll see each other again.
Serah is strong-willed to the point that other people begin to suspect she might be a little touched in a bad way. So convinced she is that she saw Lightning again before her sister disappeared, she refuses to believe that she somehow hallucinated Lightning being there. However, as hopeful and bright as Serah usually is, her memory warring with everyone else’s — with Snow and Hope both insisting her sister must be crystallized with Fang and Vanille, or possibly dead — she succumbs to a dark depression, deep enough that even Snow fears she might be bordering suicide. It's not so much that she "gets over it" as she hides it, and then she fights tooth and bloody nail to claw herself out of it. After Snow is gone for literal years looking for Lightning, Serah starts wondering if he's ever coming home, if she was really right to stay behind. When Noel drops in on her, the promise of her sister needing her on his tongue, it's all she needs to kick herself into gear. While trusting, she's not entirely stupid. She doesn't drop everything and believe Noel -- she questions him, she prods. She pieces things together and accepts that, yes, her sister does need her. Serah accepts that she is the only one who can really help Lightning, even if she's not entirely sure herself.
FFXIII-2 is really her biggest growing point. From her XIII roots, she grows from being a rather fearful, dependent character to recognizing that she can’t remain the same. While she had her sister to protect her as a child, she doesn’t anymore. Though she had Snow once, he eventually left to go find Lightning — what Serah wanted to do herself. And then with NORA taking care of her in Snow’s absence, she once again fell into being taken care of. Even though she’s taught herself to fight, that she’s (thought about) going to university, that she’s even started her own school of sorts, teaching children in her village, it’s not until New Bodhum is really attacked by monsters that Serah picks up the mantle as her own hero.
With all the time-hopping she does in XIII-2, it becomes obvious at how extroverted Serah is. She makes friends easily, though she sometimes trusts too easily and trusts the wrong person. She is self-sacrificing to a painful fault, hiding the pain she gets from her visions as best as she can, and hiding the ones the signal her own coming demise. Serah knew her death was coming, and instead of trying to change it she embraced it — knowing that it would help her friends, believing that she would see her sister again. She would cut herself and bleed to reassure someone she loves. She’s done it before, and she’ll do it again.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: N/A
ABILITIES: Like any other character in FF, she’s very varied in her abilities. Physically, all of them can parkour hardcore, jumping all over the damn battleground, flipping, leaping thirteen feet in the air, etc. Serah is very slight, so it’s no surprise she’s quick on her feet and agile as fuck.
Stats-wise, she focuses on magic, though she makes a pretty good Commando, which is basically an in-your-face physical fighter. Elemental magic is something everyone mysteriously gets in XIII-2 which was something previously only l’Cie could access (though it's up for grabs whether the source of hers is from previously being a l'Cie or part of the magic of living on Gran Pulse). Staple magics that she can use include fire, blizzard, and water. Game-wise, I would say she has a strong affinity for white magic, aka healing magic. She’s also skilled with both sword and longbow, though technically the weapon she uses is a… bowsword. That is actually a Moogle. Just accept it.
INVENTORY; NOOOOTHIIIING except her clothes that she died in. I guess.
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? I DON'T THINK SOOOOOO.
S A M P L E S;
FIRST PERSON:
It’s happening again. I wake up somewhere new, somewhere where my memories are still scattered all over. I can’t piece everything together, but this time… it’s different. I’m different. I’m not scared. I’m alone, but I’m not alone. The same way I didn’t leave Lightning alone when she was sleeping.
I’m not sure I know what I mean. I just have a feeling… It’s not a vision like last time. (I hope I don’t get them anymore. Is that wrong?) A hunch, maybe? I feel like everything might be a little simpler here. Less chaotic.
Or I’m hoping it will be.
THIRD PERSON:
She had been hoping to see the city, just once, if only because it reminded her of other days. Brighter ones. Ones with fireworks in the sky, exploding into colorful arcs around them. So close she could feel the heat on her face; so close she might’ve squealed with a jolt of fright, afraid those beautiful eruptions might catch one of them on fire. Academia was certainly bright, but it had too much light. It overpowered itself. It was hard to see Cocoon, or the stars beyond it; though thinking back, the former had probably been on purpose.
Serah leaned back onto the railing wrapped around the glowing Cactuar statue. It spun silently, the green light throwing a sickly tint on the faces passing by. She crossed her arms, sighing gently, waiting. She knew she had come here for a reason. It hadn't been visions that led her here, and more than a small part of her was glad for that. It would be too much to think she was free, and she didn't deserve the rest -- but she took it anyway. If only to watch. She wouldn't join the revelry, the parties, the masked dancing, but she could watch. It'd been so long since she'd just... seen people. Since the people she'd been trying to save had been more than just an idea. Here they had faces; she could hear them laugh, watch them buy fried hairballs and cringe as they took their first bite. She'd try one herself if her mouth wasn't so dry, her heart thumping with anxiousness. Watching was great, but waiting. Waiting was the impossible part.
Especially when she didn’t know who she was waiting for. Or what. Until then, she could watch. It wouldn't... it wouldn't hurt anyone. Sometimes even hearing the music rising sweetly on the night air made a smile come to her face, small and tired.
She'd missed this. She'd missed staying in one moment, one time, and seeing happiness.
