I try to comment weekly on cfud_concrit, but in the event that there is something you want to tell me about my playing of Sync, you can use this post. If I fuck up something wrt magic science in TOA, I ask that you preemptively forgive me because I am still working that out and will probably forget it because what the hell. =_=

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Dropped: July 14, 2011
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I play Raphael, Naoto Shirogane, Robin Sena, Claire Stanfield aka Vino, Sync the Tempest, and GLaDOS. Goooooooooooooooooo.

Iiiiit's that time again!

( State of the Union for Raphael, Naoto Shirogane, Robin Sena, Claire Stanfield/Vino, and Sync the Tempest )

Probably going to have to call semi-to-full hiatus for the next 2-3 weeks. Finals are looming and my workload is going to be packed. Sorry to everyone I have current threads or plans with.

This applies to Raphael, Naoto Shirogane, Robin Sena, Claire Stanfield/Vino and Sync the Tempest.

Go here and choose five quotes that fit your character.

"Fiercely the battle raged and, sad to tell,
Our corporal heroically fell!
Fame from her height looked down upon the brawl
And said: 'He hadn't very far to fall.'"
-- Ambrose Bierce

"On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."
-- Chuck Palahniuk

"If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us."
-- Hermann Hesse

"Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable."
-- John F. Kennedy

"Who made the world I cannot tell;
'Tis made, and here am I in hell.
My hand, though now my knuckles bleed,
I never soiled with such a deed."
-- A. E. Housman

Name: Sync the Tempest.
Age: Physically around 14, is actually closer to 2.
Birthday: IDK MY BFF ABYSS CALENDAR
Height: 5'5".
Weight: 127 lbs. HE TINY.
Medical Info: Is a replica! So he's made up of Seventh Fonons, which are like... music particles?! SCIENCE, HOW DOES IT WORK. When he dies, his body reverts to those particles and rejoins the Planet Storm, so it probably doesn't work exactly the way a normal human's would. Since he spent a portion of the game just floating around inside the Planet Storm, his body's probably doing some funky stuff on a molecular level. Aside from that, he has a few battle scars here and there. Oh, and he's dead.
Eyes: Green, usually hidden.
Hair: Green and fluffy.
Physical traits: REPLICAAAAAAAAAAA. He's an exact replica of this guy (so if your character ever knew the Ions in Camp, feel free to recognize him!). They're biologically identical in nearly every way except for how Sync changes his hairstyle and wears a mask over his face most of the time. Speaking of which, although there's no special reason for him to wear the mask in Camp, he'll probably be doing it anyway just for the sake of comfort.

Side note: there is this funky mark on his chest. I'm not entirely sure what it's there for. It won't really come up unless there are special circumstances, though. (like Akashic Torment, apparently?)
What's Okay To Mention Around Him/Her: Theoretically anything, but I cannot promise he won't react violently.
Abilities: Sync is a Wind elemental-themed martial artist who is super dexterous and likes to do flips n' shit mid-battle. His physical attack power is kind of ridiculously high and he's stupidly fast, but his physical and fonic (magic) defense is low. He doesn't typically use weapons, usually sticking with fists, feet, and some artes of various elements. It's difficult to stun him in battle, and he can also use some pretty powerful Daathic fonic artes without the need for a Field of Fonons, which I'm going to use the Tales wiki to help me describe:

1) Flare Tornado (fire) - a vortex of flame that affects a moderate range of the battle field, capable of launching enemies into the air and knocking them down
2) Gravity Well (earth) - a medium-sized black dome with lightning traveling the surface and small stalagmites on the dome's perimeter. All creatures within the dome are obscured from view, and any enemies trapped within are crushed with intense gravitational pressure
3) Frigid Coffin (water) - icicles form around the target, trapping it within the formation. Afterward, a large ice shard appears in the sky and launches itself at an angle into the enemy, shattering the ice and injuring the creature before permitting its release
4) Absolute (ice) - a jagged block of ice forms on the spot that the target is occupying, freezing them then smashing the ice block in an explosion, dealing further damage

Those are just some of the more common ones; there are a lot more. He also has two absurdly powerful Mystic Artes that won't be seen nearly as often:

1) Akashic Torment - Sync slams his hand onto the ground, causing a fonic glyph to appear. Energy from around the glyph slowly goes towards the center and forms a tower of energy to damage anyone within range
2) Harrowing Gale - Sync surrounds himself with a field of green fonons and then begins to punch and kick his enemy with rapid movements. Sync kicks his opponent up into the air, performing several more kicks while the enemy falls to the ground. He then finishes with a single punch that blasts his enemies back with great force

Basically, he is tiny and will wipe the floor with your face. :|b

Notes for the Psychics/Magically or Spiritually sensitive: Sync is quite literally a copy of another person, and made up of magic Abyss atoms. He is also a 2-year-old. Other than that, he is full of rage and kind of absurdly suicidal.
Can I shapeshift/bodyswap/spit at/step on/etc?: If your character can handle being made of music, sure! Talk to me first, though.
Hugging/kissing/other non-violent physical contact: Sync is not a touchy-feely guy. There will be violence. OTHERWISE, YES. :Db
Maim/Murder/Death: If you think you can, feel free!
Cooking: I doubt it, but I could be wrong.

Name: Sync the Tempest.
Age: Physically 14.
Series: Tales of the Abyss.
Canon: Everyone on Auldrant has their lives governed by The Score, an ancient prophesy that is so expansive it can predict anything, from the outcome of wars to what's being served for dinner. Unsurprisingly, people have become rather reliant on The Score - even inventing a religion devoted to it, known as The Order of Lorelei. This would be just fine if The Score didn't predict Auldrant's destruction, something some people take issue with - namely one Van Grants, who has different ideas about the fate of the planet. He constructs an elaborate plan to fill the world with replicas of people and places and destroy all the originals so as to throw off The Score's predictions. As you can imagine, our motley crew of protagonists has a problem with this - but Van's not alone in his quest to destroy-and-rebuild the world. Joining him are the God-Generals, the top ranking members of the The Order of Lorelei, who secretly work from within the system to completely destroy it. Chief of this small but powerful group is Sync the Tempest, a masked martial artist who has a powerful grudge against The Score as well as the planet itself.

Sync may be small, but he packs quite a punch. Cold, bitter, and ruthless, Sync makes it his mission to assist Van, fueled by a desire for revenge against the world. Sync himself is actually a replica created by Van of the religious figurehead of The Order of Lorelei. However, because he was not as strong as his original, he was considered a failed replica - and brutally discarded. Afterwards, he becomes unquestioningly devoted to destroying the world that caused him to exist and feel such pain, and doesn't care who he has to ally with in order to do that. Driven by an unquenched hatred for both Auldrant and himself, Sync is remarkably honest in his loathing, casually remarking how he regards himself as "trash". Having never felt anything resembling compassion in his life, Sync's motivations to destroy The Score are tinged with callousness and sadism; and when confronted with the idea that his life might be worth something, Sync would rather go jump off a bridge than listen to sob stories like that.

Sample Post:

Not that I consider myself worth much, but lumping me in with this garbage is pretty insulting. Even if I am just a discarded piece of trash, at least I'm not rotting or babbling mindlessly like this group of worthless junk. What did you call yourselves, "zomblicas"? No wonder all you want are brains - you couldn't come up with half a braincell if all of you banded together for it. What does it say about you that rubbish like me has more brains than each and every one of you combined? It's pathetic; a reject like me shouldn't be smarter and more skilled than the entire lot of you. Can't you do anything besides moan and beg? You make me sick. I may be inferior to all of humankind but at least I know what I am and I know I'm not some disgusting drone. Not yet, anyway - maybe this is my ultimate fate? Heh. If it comes to that, I'd rather die painfully than sink any lower. And here I thought that was impossible - guess I was wrong. Then again, it's not like I have anything left to lose now. Not family, not friends, not pride - pride is for people who have a real purpose, people they love and who love them. At this point, all I have is a need for a new pair of shoes from walking in all these discarded body parts. Gross.

So, this is where failed replicas go when they've got nowhere else, do they? It's pitiful - even if they were created to replace someone else, isn't it their fate to just die hopelessly? What are they doing still pretending to be human, even when they look like walking corpses? Yeah, I'm talking about you. I don't care if you can hear me; you've only got one ear left, so you might as well use it before it falls off. As I was saying, there's no real point to your existence - you're just living each day waiting to die, to be discarded. The people who loved and cared about you? Their affection wasn't real. It's only because they thought you were someone else, when in truth you're just a copy of someone too weak to live. There's no point for you to be imitating life anymore. So then, why are you all still limping around? You're too stupid to know any better, I bet that's why. And that's what separates me from the rest of you: I know my place, I know what I was born for, and I know what my purpose is... or was. It was to help end the world so that trash like you wouldn't ever have to exist - it's the planet's fault that you're like this, and it's the planet's fault that I still have to put up with existing.

I'm tired of putting up with this world that doesn't want me, so let's just destroy it. You don't want to have to deal with this meaningless existence either, right? And it's not like escape is easy - those little white bear-things keep telling me to stop jumping off buildings, it's getting annoying. We need a plan - a way to turn this whole world upside down so that it collapses on itself, first. So how about we start with them, the creatures responsible for prolonging our suffering? That's right, I'm talking about the so-called "moogles". I don't care if they're cute and fuzzy, they're the ones causing you pain. So go after them! They've got plenty of brains they're not even using, and I know how much you've been clamoring for them.

It doesn't matter how innocent or adorable something is - if it's keeping me from my goal, not even your stupid little pom-poms are going to stop me.











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