Post by Lightning Farron on Aug 10, 2010 21:25:37 GMT -5
When I thought that I fought this war alone, you were there by my side on the frontline.
When I thought that I fought without a cause, you gave me a reason to try.
BASICS
[/font][/center]NAME[/font]
Lightning (Claire Farron by birth)
RACE
Human/Hume
TITLE
Pet Soldier
AGE[/font]
21 years.
GENDER[/font]
Female.
HOME WORLD[/font]
Cocoon.[/blockquote]
PERSONAL
[/font][/center]PERSONAL APPEARANCE[/font]
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It would be a surprisingly truthful analysis to compare Lightning's attire to her personality – making the comparison that both are conservative yet feminine, that is. In some ways, however, her clothing belies her true personality. The military-minded ensemble consists basely of a cropped dark dust zip-up turtleneck that exposes her midriff as well as her arms, and a belted olive green mid-thigh skirt with a pair of black shorts underneath (but also stretch above the waistline to be held loosely together with string) for modesty purposes. Both the uniform black holster for her Blazefire Saber – a model of gunblade issued to elite soldiers that she wields – and a burnt red carrying pack are attached to the skirt, the latter hugging the outside of her left thigh by way of several straps. The weapon case hangs down to the backs of her thighs ad is shaped much like a regular sword sheath, though more rectangular in its body. The gunblade is collapsed down to its gun form when holstered, and its handle lies behind her right hand, engraved with the inscription ’white flash, call upon my name’, a homage to her moniker.
A white, high-collared vest that reaches down to her waist buckles thrice with silver clasps in between her chest and navel. It sports a great deal of tan adornments, including a tan inner layer that is visible when the collar is (as it most often is) left unbuckled to hang open and straps on either side that lead all the way down to tan pockets with a buckle and fastener of their own. Adjustable buckles lie just under the extra padding the vest provides for her shoulders, modifying how the article sits on her person. A darker brown belt sitting under her breasts that widens past the buckle on either side holds the jacket closed at the middle, along with a large button that sits at the bottom corners – the tail of the belt hangs freely. Hanging from the back of her left shoulder is a wine-red cape, left unfastened to the right side though its fastener is a brown strip that extends between her shoulder blades and has brass clasps on the back of both shoulders. The cape ends at the back of her knees.
Upon her left shoulder rests a pauldron made of a dark green synthetic metal, with a small, angular lamé hanging from its outside lower edge. It is attached to her vest jacket with three straps on front, back, and top fastening from the pauldron to the shoulder. They are dark brown in color. The piece of armor itself holds two clear capsules in the form of stripes, holding a neon yellow fluid that is luminescent at night as well as during the day. The shoulder plate distinct herself as a Sergeant of the Guardian Corps arm of the Cocoon military, though she does not technically hold this position any longer. Traveling farther down, from halfway down her upper arm to her wrist a faux sleeve made out of a slightly reflective black cloth guards her shielding arm as much as it can. On both of her hands reside matching navy blue half-fingered gloves, buckled at the wrist and possessing of rudimentary brass knuckles in the event she needs to use her hands offensively.
On her right arm, where the lamé of her pauldron would be, two bracelets hug her upper arms. One of which is a repeated diamond pattern – her dear sister Serah sports an identical one at the same place. The other is a simple band that buckles like a collar. Both are dark brown.
Her choice footwear are high boots that start just below the knee, the tongues of which extend above the main body and are a blush pink in color. The boots are black and sport several layering decorations, are heeled and have three pale gray buckles spread evenly along their bodies.
Under her vest but atop her turtleneck rests a small, angular, metal necklace inlaid with several small gems. Exactly where it sits, but on the skin under the cropped shirt, a scorched white brand crawls up her chest, stretching slightly out onto her breasts. Very much unseen in the shadow of her vest jacket, the top of her navel is pierced with a silver ball. Her ears are also pierced, though she wouldn’t admit it if one asked and hardly ever wears earrings in them.
At 5’6 and of a build that is tall and thin (would you ask her directly her weight?), Lightning does not have a large amount of bulky muscle to show for her strength. Her hair is a shade with much personality and irony, being a Farron trademark pink – her sister shares the same hair color – and though it hangs freely and does not seem to be styled with much effort, the low-hanging strands on the left side of her face are naturally notably curly. Somewhere between medium and long, Lightning’s hair rests well past her shoulders. Her eyes are of a steely blue-grey that appear greenish in certain lights.
PERSONALITY[/font]
”It’s not a question of can or can’t. Some things in life... you just do.” Lightning lives by this mantra, believing that one can do anything if they set their mind to it. Because of this, she is often very chilly and unapproachable by people that would be called “lazy” as she considers being such a very dire insult. Underneath her carapace of an exterior, hardened by several years in the military, Lightning is a woman solely driven by her love and need to protect her sister. Though she is empathetic, she has a hard time not sorting people into three categories of “Serah”, “Not Serah”, and “People Trying to Hurt Serah”. This later changes somewhat when she is thrust into a situation where she must care about those around her or fail them and herself, and the categories are changed to “Family”, “Not Family” and “People Trying to Hurt My Family”.
She is very maternal, having become (through a very long chain of events) the sole guardian of a fourteen-year-old boy in the recent past. Though she harbors her own opinions about people, at her very core she just wants everyone around her to be happy and safe.
Through her military career, she has herself taken on a kind of sexist mindset through her struggle against heavy sexism rampant in the Guardian Corps. Lightning is better at opening up to females and younger people, preferring to keep a form of “business-only” relationship with males her age and older.
Besides Serah, Lightning has an obvious soft spot for both Fang and Hope, allowing the both of them to shorten her moniker to “Light”.
Lightning is also very blunt about most topics. She is one to give straight, unadulterated, unbiased advice and tell someone off if they really need it. On the flip side, she is not too great at anger management, having pushed, shoved, or punched two-thirds of her family. The woman relishes difficult fights and will take any opportunity she can get at sparring with a challenging opponent, namely Oerba Yun Fang.
ITEMS[/font]
Crystal Rose: Entirely useless to possess now, as her brand
Anti-Grav Device: Through manipulation of antimatter, Cocoon technology has been able to synthesize magic – one product of the research is a personal gravity control device that is standard issue to many members of the military.
Pocketknife: A “practical” birthday present from her sister, it has changed hands in its history several times and once was used with the intent to hurt the gifter’s fiancée. In more recent times it serves mainly as a symbol of Serah when Lightning is away from her.
Special: Lightning now “owns” a domestic chocobo chick of a peculiar pink shade. Having found it perched outside one of her windows early one morning, it has since refused to leave her company, preferring instead to camp out in her carrying pack. The chick has yet to be named. (Official IC Pre-Registration Prize)
HISTORY[/font]
wearing their real face
Lightning Farron was born Claire Monica Farron to a normal, happy, loving couple in the city of Bodhum within the floating continent of Cocoon. She was an overall average child, showing more aptitude for the physical than more academic subjects, evidenced by her being able to skip before learning to string a coherent sentence together. At the age of three, Claire was introduced to her newborn sister, Serah. Deciding there at her mother’s bedside as a toddler petting Serah’s light blonde (later to turn strawberry) tuft of hair to protect her baby sister from everything, she would adhere to that promise until the last breath left her body. It was a serious promise for a three-year-old to make, but she understood its implications well enough.
(As far as Lightning remembers, she was an only child.)
The rest of Claire’s childhood was mainly uneventful. She was outstanding in physical education, as her parents had correctly guessed, had a workable grasp on math and reasonably high language marks but didn’t have much of a knack for science. She was sociable, but not overly so, and valued her sister above everything. Whereas, when Serah entered grade school, she became the antithesis of her sister; a studious social butterfly with admirers and enemies alike.
Despite this, Claire’s grade-school and middle school years passed with little incident. It was only when her parents both came down with a sickness known as tortilonin that her life began to be anything but uniformly dull.
The disease was highly incurable, but not horribly contagious; it caused lesions on the face and skin and shut down both the liver and the heart. Less than three days after being diagnosed, before any form of organ transplant could be allowed, both of Claire’s parents died four hours apart. They left behind two orphaned daughters and no family to take them.
The tears that wet Mrs. Farron’s grave were the last Claire would shed for six years. It would also be six years that she would live under the moniker Lightning, to protect and be strong for Serah.
thought that I fought this war alone
Quitting high school to instead join the military, Lightning enlisted with the Bodhum Security Regiment of the Sanctum Guardian Corps as a private. She showed her promise early on and was quickly promoted to Private, First Class, much to the decidedly sexist regiment’s disapproval. By the time she reached Corporal, Serah was sixteen, but Lightning wasn’t done raising her yet.
Three months prior to Lightning’s twenty-first birthday, Lieutenant Amodar presented the soldier with the yellow-neon pauldron that belonged to the Sergeant rank. By taking this promotion, she was making history – both as the first female sergeant and first female to wield a gunblade, a privilege granted to rank Sergeant and higher.
(Lightning doesn’t remember anything after enlisting until after she was promoted to Sergeant rank. She assumes it was uneventful, despite being a major rank change.)
A week before the date of her birth, an “accident” occurred at nearby Euride Gorge. Information was little to come by, besides the fact that PSICOM – the foil other branch to the Guardian Corps, tasked with dealing with threats from and about Pulse, the hated and detested lowerworld – was somehow involved. As a direct consequence, the Public Safety and Information Command swarmed Bodhum, venturing inside a Pulse Vestige that was deemed harmless on the night of the annual fireworks festival and the eve of Lightning’s birthday. Three days before Euride, on the day that would later be called Day Two, Serah had introduced her to the leader of NORA, and also her boyfriend, Snow Villiers – a man whom she regarded as childish and boastful, and not fit to date Serah whatsoever.
(She recalls meeting Snow, and the accident at Euride. These are the only two events that she recalls from Day One to Day Twelve.)
“No good can come of it. Nothing but grief.”
How right you were, Lieutenant.
standing on a broken field
Lightning’s twenty-first birthday was a horrible day. Serah – the light of her life, her most important person – drops two bombshells, one after the other, and expects the Farron soldier to take her seriously.
“You became a l’Cie, so now you’re gonna marry this idiot?” Proceeding to dismiss Serah’s claim as a story to get Lightning to let them marry, she also – in a state of shock and refusal to comprehend – informs her baby sister that if she really is a Pulse l’Cie, it’s Lightning’s job to ‘deal with’ her. Serah runs out, leaving Lightning’s birthday present on the table, and immediately after a short shouting match occurs between Snow and the soldier. He accuses her of shutting Serah out and she tells him to get out of her house.
Hoping to discover what Serah’s focus is, Snow takes her to the Vestige by way of a PSICOM personal aircraft amidst heavy fire. The plan goes wrong, and the girl is taken prisoner inside without Snow. As this is happening, Lightning is watching a news report on the Bodhum Vestige and its apparent sudden danger to Cocoon after opening ten days ago. The entire beach town is quarantined, for risk of Pulse-born scum contaminating Cocoon, and shipped off on a train.
Ordinarily, Lightning would be exempt from a government-ordered Purge such as this one, due to her military career. She quits the military to be let on the train heading the same direction as the army is taking the Vestige with Serah inside. With Serah’s birthday gift – a pocket knife, how practical – with her and the help of another deportee named Sazh, Lightning takes control of the train and retrieves her weaponry.
Along the dangerous route to get to the Vestige, the unlikely duo discovers the truth behind the Sanctum-ordered “exile” - not that, but an extermination of the entire city of Bodhum including tourists. Eventually getting into the fal’Cie Anima’s lair, Lightning recovers Serah’s unconscious body just before Snow arrives on the scene.
The soldier is forced to watch as her eighteen year old sister crystallizes in front of her, reduced to reaching for her hand as it turns to gem. Whatever her Focus was, she had completed it.
In a fit of rage at the loss of Serah, and other personal reasons anyone might have had, Snow, Lightning, Sazh, and two other tagalongs Hope and Vanille attack the fal’Cie master of the Pulse Vestige, Anima.
As a few of them had correctly predicted would happen, the ragtag group were branded as l’Cie by the dying fal’Cie.
i thought that i fought without a cause
She didn’t know what to do. The soldier had nothing to fight for after losing both her sister and any chance she might have had at a long life that wasn’t cursed. In a similar state of denial, when the party comes across Serah’s crystallized body after barely surviving the Vestige literally falling from the military’s grip, Lightning resigns herself to the reality that Serah is gone, thinking “This is goodbye.” to her crystallized form.
Snow tells her off as she walks away from Serah’s body, and, torn, the group is forced to leave him there so the army doesn’t capture them. They are now Pulse l’Cie and enemies of the state.
After escaping the military’s net on the area, Lightning leaves the other three members of the group behind as she continues onward to attack the capital – itching for a fight and unwilling to actually think about what to do, she latches onto the supposed target of her unknown Focus as something to drive her. The youngest member of the group decides to join her in her vendetta to destroy the Sanctum, and she refuses to babysit him several times until he later on both shows his worth and grows on her.
Gaining an Eidolon, a personal guardian that few l’Cie are given the grace of fighting and taming, for her troubles, they continue on towards Hope’s hometown – after he convinces her that there’s nothing for him to stop for in Palumpolum on their way to Eden.
Hope is able to show Lightning shortcuts to get into the heavily military-occupied port city of Palumpolum due to the fact he has lived there all of his life. While sneaking in with him through a food plant run by the fal’Cie Carbuncle, Lightning confides to him the meaning of her moniker. “Lightning. It flashes bright, then fades away. It can’t protect; it only destroys.” It’s a depressing moniker for an older sister seeking only to protect the younger to take, but Lightning says it fits her.
Immediately after sneaking into the city, they are surrounded by an entire Guardian Corps division led by a PSICOM Lt. Colonel – the l’Cie situation has turned into a joint operation for the two opposite arms of the Sanctum military. Snow arrives on the scene again, like the hero he styles himself as, with another l’Cie in tow – a friend of Vanille’s and the sixth and last member of their l’Cie group.
After taking the division out, Lightning splits up the group by handing Hope over to Snow, a decision which is meant to make Hope solve a vendetta he has against the man that he had confessed to Lightning earlier. The foreign woman tags along after the hotheaded soldier to make sure she doesn’t get into trouble.
Being of somewhat like personalities, the two bond somewhat over their half a day together, Fang – as she is named – eventually opening up to Lightning about where she is from; she and Vanille are both l’Cie born on the planet of Gran Pulse, Pulse as it is known to those from Cocoon. Pulsians share the same feelings for Cocoon that Cocoon does for them – mutual hatred and disgust that had driven them to war five centuries earlier. It was Fang herself, attempting to complete her Focus of destroying Cocoon, that left the large hole in the shell of the floating continent as Ragnarok. Not being able to complete her Focus, she fell into crystal stasis – which she had awoken from, a fact that had given Lightning immense hope – to finish her Focus when she woke up. As such, her brand is pale and scorched, showing no signs of changing anytime soon – she runs the least risk of turning into a Cie’th.
Lightning takes it all in stride, not forgetting the fact she is technically allied with Gran Pulse now as bid by her brand. She shows indecision about whether to keep fighting, and Fang tells her to fight for the chance to see Serah when she wakes up again. The Pulsian woman herself fights to keep her adopted sister from turning to Cie’th. They are of like mindsets.
Agreeing to rendezvous at Hope’s house via com-unit, even though Lightning had made him promise to not take a detour there, Lightning and Fang set off towards the hills, Lightning in a state of mild panic because her gambit to fix Hope’s issue with Snow may lead to the self-proclaimed hero dying by Hope’s hand and Serah’s pocket knife. The soldier had entrusted it to him as a weapon to protect himself, but it may become the instrument of his revenge.
Meeting up with the other half of their group just outside Hope’s house, and saving the tired boy and knocked-out man from death at the hands of a Sanctum machine, they stay the night to rest and recover. Hope’s father is not altogether pleased with the situation, but is forced to endure it – and puts Lightning’s plan of taking down the Sanctum into perspective.
PSICOM descends on the Estheim residence overnight, and an injured Snow is left behind inside to keep an eye on Hope’s father while the other three take on the army. They are able to dispatch one airship, but another rises in its place – to be shot down by a third.
The Cavalry has arrived.
Fang had been working with the Cavalry since Euride, which she had been involved in, and its leader, Cid Raines, was a l’Cie sympathizer. After boarding the Lindblum, Raines’s airship, the group learns that Sazh and Vanille, the “renegade” l’Cie that had decided to run the opposite direction, had been captured and were being transported to their executions aboard the Palamecia, a ship that is also at the time holding the leader of the Sanctum.
Two birds with one stone, one might say.
Boarding the ship to rescue the two of them, they are caught in a trap immediately after setting foot on the Palamecia. They fight their way through almost the entire PSICOM division onboard, whilst Sazh and Vanille escape from their prison onboard to meet them at the weather deck. Hijacking another Sanctum weapon, they crash into the bridge, where Galenth Dysley, Primarch of the Sanctum, is waiting for them.
and then we're caught up in the arms race
Galenth Dysley is in reality a Cocoon fal’Cie named Barthandelus, aiming for the destruction of the continent he is to lead for the purpose of bringing back the Maker of all things. To offer up enough human lives as sacrifice is to make a beacon to the missing Maker, he reasons, and tells the l’Cie group of their Focus – one of them will become Ragnarok, as Fang did five centuries previous, and kill the fal’Cie Orphan that is the power source for all of Cocoon’s functions. The continent will crash to the surface of Pulse and all humans inside will perish.
Refusing to face this reality, the group is aided off of the sinking Palamecia – Sazh and Vanille had destroyed her engines – by none other than Barthandelus himself. He provides them with a guided airship that leads them eventually to another Vestige of Pulse, one that is entitled the Fifth Ark, straight below Eden.
Arks are a Pulsian myth, armories created by the fal’Cie for two purposes, one of which Barthandelus hopes to utilize – training l’Cie to master their powers. Being a Cocoon fal’Cie, he is unable to destroy the continent himself, having to instead use Pulse l’Cie to do the dirty work for him.
Barely making it out of the Ark alive, finding out Cid Raines’s status as a Cocoon l’Cie cursed by Barthandelus, fighting him as he fought to win his independence from his Focus that demanded he help them – much as they were doing, watching him turn to crystal, the dream he had cherished as a human being fulfilled as another way for a l’Cie to crystallize, giving the party a glimmer of hope that perhaps they didn’t have so few options, and gaining Fang’s Eidolon on the way to boot, the group sees no other option but to go to Pulse to see what answers they might find there. Using an aged Pulsian warship from the Ark, Sazh flies them to Pulse.
After some indecision on what to do, and a brief scare involving Hope’s brand changing phases, Hope and Vanille decide at the same time that the group needs to head to Oerba, Fang and Vanille’s hometown. They might find answers there, where everything began.
Enduring a very different lifestyle than that of Cocoon, the party has to fight for their lives on a regular basis. The fauna of Pulse are vicious and unrelenting, a possible side effect from the Pulse fal’Cie’s different mindset and programming about how to deal with the human citizens on Pulse – of which there are none to be found; all evidence of civilization is in ruins and looks to have been that way for several centuries, any survivors long become Cie’th. Fal’Cie of Pulse take less favorable action towards humans than Cocoon fal’Cie do – while the Cocoon fal’Cie essentially treat humans as pets, feeding them and pampering them, Pulse fal’Cie are mostly indifferent to the past human civilization on the planet.
They find Oerba in a state of disrepair, in ruins resembling the rest of the cities around Pulse, though Oerba is covered in a thin layer of crystal dust. It is painful for Fang and Vanille to see their hometown like this, devoid of life despite that of flourishing plants and mindless Cie’th. Relics of their past are scattered around the town, including Vanille’s old robot pet Bhakti. A large bridge about the height of an elevated highway runs alongside the town and partway over a growing lake at the foot of the village, breaking off jaggedly above the water – coming to the end of this rusted-out bridge, the party chances upon Serah, awakened from crystal slumber.
She recites a legend of Ragnarok to them and calls her sister by her real name – Claire. By this time Lightning is starting to notice that there is something wrong and it’s not until after Snow embraces her that he realizes it himself.
Serah reveals herself to be a disguise of Dysley-Barthandelus, a ploy he used to make the party doubt themselves even more than they had been during this entire mission. The fal’Cie leaves them an airship which they can use to return to Cocoon, after imparting the knowledge to them that the Cavalry seeks to destroy Orphan themselves, hurt by their leader’s seeming betrayal – Raines had been awakened from stasis by Dysley and appointed Primarch in his stead, retaining little to no free will and playing only as a puppet for the fal’Cie.
The party has no option but to return to Cocoon to hopefully stop the Cavalry from destroying Orphan before they can think of a way to save Cocoon.
They return to find Eden under siege by Pulsian monsters kept in their own form of stasis in the Fifth Ark below the capital, being released by way of portals – Adamantoises the size of skyscrapers roamed the streets freely, in a world where the populace was mostly sheltered and helpless.
Fighting to stay out of the middle of the crossfire – being Pulse l’Cie they were assumed to be on the “Pulse invasion” side, though in reality they were trying to save Cocoon from a premature death, Lightning and the party save a soldier along the way as they head to Edenhall, where the fal’Cie Eden holds its throne.
The Cavalry was never to make it anywhere near far enough to pose a threat to Orphan. Immediately after breaching Edenhall, they had all been turned to Cie’th, and the party has no choice but to be led to Orphan by Eden’s guidance.
Orphan wishes only for its own death, and assimilates Barthandelus into itself after the party beats the aforementioned. They have no choice, again, but to kill Orphan – and Cocoon shuts down, beginning to fall to Pulse.
and i've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
After Lightning and the rest of the party from Cocoon reach the end of their brand cycle and turn to Cie’th, by sheer force of will they overcome their Focus to return to human form again. As Orphan dies, the lack of gravity in Cocoon causes the party to float through Edenhall’s glass roof. Lightning, Sazh, Snow, and Hope begin to crystallize – while Vanille and Fang fulfill their Focus in an odd sort of way. Becoming Ragnarok together, they use the full extent of the creature’s power to construct a pillar holding Cocoon above Pulse’s surface, avoiding the impact that would kill millions. The crystal dust from Oerba is utilized in strengthening the pillar, and the end result is a semi-crystallized Cocoon.
The two Pulsian women turn to crystal within the pillar, Focus completed at long last. Lightning and the others are placed in crystal stasis upon the surface of Gran Pulse, and awaken shortly afterward, to gaze upon the sight of the miracle Fang and Vanille had wrought. The citizens of Cocoon, without fal’Cie to supply them with power, have no choice but to colonize Gran Pulse.
A sight for sore eyes, Lightning spots Serah in the distance, walking towards them. With her is Sazh’s son, who had been branded a Cocoon l’Cie at Euride after Fang and Vanille agitated the fal’Cie Kujata – they had both woken from crystal stasis to reunite with their families.
Lightning gives Snow permission to marry Serah.
we cannot linger on this stunted view
It had taken a long time for the army to get everything in order to start recovering things from Cocoon rather than people. Those who had been willing to venture down onto new land had begun to colonize, and the former l’Cie were welcomed back with nearly open arms.
Lightning was in the first group to return to Bodhum for materials and belongings, and after rummaging in her old house for things to bring back, as she returned to the transport, the ground below her split. Nearly saved by the greenhorn military escort, she slipped through his fingers and plummeted into the new rift.
She awoke with new holes in her memory, in the middle of a vast desert with naught but one city oasis within its reaches. She heads to Rabanastre to gain her bearings and figure out where she is.
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ARBITERS
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FOCUS[/font]
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MARK[/font]
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BATTLE
[/font][/center]WEAPONRY[/font]
Blazefire Saber: A hi-tech model of gunblade that utilizes rudimentary AMP technology to switch between two forms of a sword and a gun. Only the most elite soldiers wield this fairly exclusive weapon, and it is as much a symbol of status as it is a unique weapon. Lightning’s is red, black, and silver in color, and bears the inscription ‘white flash, call upon my name’.
STOCKED ABILITIES[/font]
Physical Techniques:
Passive:
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Active:
Blitz - An attack that does moderate damage to all enemies within five feet of the attacker. - 2 post cooldown
Defensive Techniques:
Passive:
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Active:
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Black Magick:
Thunder - A basic thunder element spell, it deals adequate damage to a single enemy- 1 post cooldown
White Magick:
Cure - A basic healing spell that heals for an adequate amount of damage. - 1 post cooldown
Time Magick:
--
Green Magick:
--
Arcane Magick:
--
BREAKING LIMIT[/font]
Army of One: Lightning Farron is a lone wolf soldier. Thus, she needs to be able to support herself on the battlefield in the event she doesn’t have backup. Army of One is a flurry of physical attacks unleashed in succession that leaves an opponent staggered for a short time. The ability halts any magick spell or active technique used by the opponent it is used on in that turn. It has a five post cooldown.
Soldier’s Heart: A lesser form of Army of One, this ability strengthens Lightning’s next physical technique, allowing it to deal one higher level of damage than it would normally. The ability has a cooldown of four posts.[/blockquote]
FACE CLAIM
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