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It could be argued I don't need one of these, however, I believe I do as his personality is basically the same as Guy's from the regular canon so. There will obviously be notable differences, but, ya know. Comments, critism, or even just if you wanna sit down and chat! <3
[OOC -- Activity]
Jan. 7th, 2020 12:18 am Just to make it easier for me to keep track of threads Guy's been in. :3
1:Fight with Johnny (unfortunately unfinished orz)
2:Sorta Experimental Post XD
3. Thread with sexy Asch! (...unfinished! don't kill me!)
Note: for the unfinished threads, if you ever want to badger me into completing them with you, feel free! *haha feels guilty about not finishing them orz*
1:Fight with Johnny (unfortunately unfinished orz)
2:Sorta Experimental Post XD
3. Thread with sexy Asch! (...unfinished! don't kill me!)
Note: for the unfinished threads, if you ever want to badger me into completing them with you, feel free! *haha feels guilty about not finishing them orz*
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Apr. 2nd, 2009 10:44 pm{Who}: Guy Cecil.
{Age}: 22.
{Gender}: Male.
{Level}: 70.
{Age}: 22.
{Gender}: Male.
{Level}: 70.
<{---History: An AU Advent--}>
Guy was brought into this world, the world of Auldrant, by that 'forbidden' technology--creating an artificial human from nothing but from the use of machines from magic; the culprit responsible for this heinous crime is Vandelsca.
This 'Guy'--model designation: Votile Type-Zero--was created to become a heartless killing machine; one who had no remorse in slaughtering the target or even targets that were assigned to him on certain 'missions'. Missions that are of course, illegal, by society's standards but because of the country of Daath's corruption within their 'government' this is overlooked as the persons in power are free to do whatever they wish. And so, Guy continues to murder names that Van see a threat to his future conquest in bringing the entire world under control.
As Van's special 'agent' he hangs around the Six God-Generals on occassion so he knows them well but doesn't have any close ties with any of them or anyone else for that matter...or at least for that amount of time. He then came upon a new assignment for him: become close and eliminate the House of Fabre; such a mission of that kind hadn't been new for that blond--to feign emotion as a caretaker for the son of a rich, higher standing individual in society. Creating that kind of disorder within the kingdom of Kimlasca to make it vulnerable to Van's 'secret army' invasion--and then claiming Malkuth would no longer be a fantasy.
...
...
There was almost silence as his blue irises looked straight up at the person who stood tall over him like a mountain, although it was clear he was only a few years older than he. The one who gazed with such blue eyes was a male who seemed drenched in fluid from the tube he was in, one to keep him stabilized in the past, and his blond hair cascaded down to the back of his waist.
"I am prepared for my first order."
"Good. Put on some pants."
...
Blood was the color that was upon his hands, his digits--it covered him like a long sheet spreaded on a bed; but his eyes had no emotion to show for these killings of those he targeted. No matter what method had to be utilized, Guy would fufill that mission; as he looked down at the nearly dead person below him, he heard that boy speak and the blond boy listened.
"Why?"
"I have to fufill my mission, that's why."
A vague explanation is all they needed before as they died the poor people detested his existence.
...
Red, beautiful hair that flew in the wind--beautiful green, radiant eyes that looked back at his empty, green irises; a sudden happy smile spread across the red head's lips and Guy mimiced the action. Van stood behind the blond-haired, with his hand on his shoulder with a clam, placid smile as he looked on along with Ignobert. Of course, as Guy moved forward, slipping out of Van's grasp, he percieved the boy in front of him to be oblivious to his and his creator's true intentions. But he couldn't help reach out to touch that long red hair.
"What is your name?"
The red head grinned.
"The name is Luke, Luke fon Fabre!"
Guy only smirked, although his eyes did not smile or grin like Luke's as he held out his gloved hand for Luke to shake.
"Guy, Guy Cecil."
Luke seemed to frown and pout at the way Guy managed to say his name with such a greeting look but with not much as a touch of feeling as he himself had introduced himself. So, Luke said something that bewildered Guy for a while,
"No! You're supposed to say, 'I'm the Amazing Guy Cecil!' You're then supposed to flash a winning grin at the girls!"
Guy sweatdropped a little; he wondered if he should mention the trouble he seemed to have around girls due to a traumatic experience--however, the real reason was because of some sort of what Van called a 'small defect'. Although, for once Guy hardly would call running for the hills whenever a woman or girl came too close a 'small defect'.
"Well, the first part I might be able to do...but I don't know about the latter."
Luke puffed up his cheeks at him, causing Guy to sweatdrop again.
"Why?"
Suddenly, those words brought back the many faces who had asked them such a question when blood was upon his fingers and sliding down his blade; luckily, his thought process moved at a higher frequency than whatever had halted him from answering the boy correctly.
"Well, girls are kinda scary..."
Luke laughed at him; it was one of the few times he had seen anyone laugh at what he had said--but he felt a slight prickling at his chest and his eyebrows furrowed a little at Luke.
"What's so funny?"
"You!"
Guy doesn't certainly remember being called 'funny' before, so all he gave--for a while--was a confused look at what Luke had said and the way he expressed himself for the next few moments. However, he hadn't noticed it himself when a smile had suddenly made its way across his lips.
...
It was only a few months later when Guy approached Van with a question.
"What are emotions?"
Van wasn't surprised; he was expecting Guy to ask this question sooner or later.
"Emotions are things that belong to humans that weaken and strengthen them--this applies to every other single living being, including you. But, emotions will indefinitely weaken you if you think about the person you killed or how the person was before killing them--so think of the people you're destined to kill as nothing but a bundle of corpses. You, honestly, don't even need such a thing as having any emotion."
That facial expression of no emotion upon Guy's face betrayed what he was really 'feeling'.
...
Five years later, Guy stood at least head and a half taller than Luke and because of this Luke one day decided to complain about it--even though Guy wanted nothing else than to be left alone. Then again, it was technically one of his 'jobs' to take care of Luke until the fateful day arrived and so he eyed his sheathed blade with some more degree of interest that he had than to listen to Luke talking. But then he felt a hand on his shoulder that nearly made him jump and as Luke was about to complain about him not listening when suddenly Guy gave him a look like he was going to kill someone.
"...Guy?"
Luke's hand slowly drew away from Guy's right shoulder as he wore a worried look. Then noticing this, Guy changed his expression back to normal.
"S-sorry about that Luke, I was thinking about something. So what were you--"
"No! You're -not- fine! Tell me what's wrong, now!"
Guy sighed and sweatdropped.
"I was just thinking."
Luke made a face.
"Remind me next time to not bother you while you are thinking--but really, if you're upset about something don't make any short stops about it; after all, I don't think you being taller than I is that much of a pain compared to this!"
And for the first time, Guy laughed.
...
Three years later, he recieved that one detail on his mission had been changed: he could eliminate Luke at any time he wanted now; but he had difficulty doing so lately--after all, he felt like it would be a crime.
...
Felt.
Guy began to wonder if he wasn't feigning the emotions of joy he felt--or maybe he was; no, he didn't see a corpse when he looked at Luke...he saw a person. A friend. Someone he would protec--
Then he felt the realization sink in--this mission was already as much as a failure as soon as it had begun; it was supposed to be his last one. When he first came here, he was only 'ten' years old--he had been made to age like a normal human until he was twenty-four years old--so he was only four years older than Luke. He was supposed to become 'close' to the family and within months or perhaps years, if needed since it was royalty and thus a delicate matter, murder them--preferably by poisoning their food. Or perhaps a bloody way if there were no other options.
It was so Van could take over.
Luke...
No. He was created for only one reason only: to serve as an effective killer for Van when no one could do so--with that in mind, the now 'eighteen' year old blond knew that there was only one way to get this over with quickly. He would slaughter the whole royal house of Fabre in their sleep, starting with Luke.
...
The darkness that filled the house made it perfect for Guy to walk around without any of the guards noticing him--he had always been quick and nimble anyway. Guy's right hand then reached towards the doornob of Luke's room...which was unguarded now that the two soldiers near them were currently unconscious. They had no idea who knocked him out in such darkness. Opening the door, he quietly crept in, closing the door behind himself and then he approached Luke's bed, where he quitely slept.
The moonlight's beam of light seemed to reflect on the sword as it was being drawn from its sheath, giving it a kind of glint that was seen only usually in the day. Guy narrowed his eyes as he rose the sword above Luke's head and brought it down.
"Guy."
The blade stops only an inch away from Luke's neck.
...
"What does 'comrade' mean?"
Guy smiled at Luke as he said thus,
"Someone who will always be with you and stick with you no matter what the situation. That is what a comrade means. Why? Are you having trouble reading a book or something?"
Luke then grinned up at Guy and replied,
"You're my comrade, Guy."
...
"What am I doing?"
Guy whispered these words as he sheathed the sword and as he looked down at Luke peacefully sleeping he felt...ashamed. A small, sad smile spread across his lips as his hand slowly pat Luke on the head.
...
"What?"
Guy stood up immediately from his bed he happened to be sitting on as some breathless soldier came running in, informing him that some intruders had broken in and were trying to capture Luke; Guy was out of the room in a moment and ran into the hall before one would leave the manor. But that's all where he needed to head to as some ambigously knights--whom he recognized belonged to Van--were holding Luke in place. Even so, Guy's hand was on the sheath; suddenly, as soon as he was about to draw his blade to kill one of the knights, hands had grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back. Such an action surprised and made him slightly ashamed at being so careless.
Then, there was Van with a twisted smile on his face as he drew his blade, headed over to Luke and beheaded him.
...
"Only a dream!"
Guy sat up from his bed, but as he began to wonder how exactly he had dreamed--he hadn't had a real dream until now--there was a golden figure standing in the far corner of the room who dispersed into nothingness. He blinked and looked outside of the window--the manor had been for a short while on the edge ever since those two fail bodyguards near Luke's bedroom had been knocked out. Although there was confusion because no one had been really hurt.
...
Two years later, Guy was hiding behind Luke, who looked amused--although, Natalia hadn't been...after all, she had walked up to greet Guy only to have him practically scramble away at the sight of her. After a thorough explanation--although not really as Guy said it was because of a 'traumatic past'--she finally was content. Natalia was smiling and so was Luke as they spoke.
"Luke, you cut your hair."
"Well, it was getting in the way anyways."
...
Asch appeared before Guy as he stood on the balcony.
"You have a lot of nerve, Guy..."
The hotheaded red head stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw the smile and heard the laugh from Guy--he looked slightly annoyed at that but was deep down confused.
"You've changed."
"Why are you still with Van? I know these idiots threw you out of here because they thought you were going to die from an illness, and don't you think about interrupting me--"
Guy said, noticing Asch's face getting red with feelings of indignation.
"--but I don't think you should live a life with him. You will only become a hollowed shell in the process--I'm not saying you should come back here but maybe go somewhere else, your own way, instead of following Van's. If you do return to him, tell him I have abandoned the mission."
Despite him knowing this was coming, Asch was shocked--emotionally, at least.
"Van is the one who took me in when no one else would accept me because of my illness! They didn't think that someone with a supposedly 'uncurable' disease should be fit to stay here and decided I should die out in the wild. There's a lot of things you don't know--the skin you're wearing was once a corpse; but you...know what this means, don't you? The chance of you living as you are now--with that device he could kill you!"
Guy then gave Asch a hard look.
"Are you telling me to kill your twin brother? Is that what you want? I know nothing about you or what I may have really been or who really had inhabited this skin which has been mended together with the help of machines and magic to create an artificial life such as I. However, I know that I would rather die than go back to the way of living I had and I know for one thing that Van is using you, Asch."
Asch was silent before he smirked.
"I will see that for myself, Guy--but I will tell Van."
...
Two years later...
...
"Asch!"
Guy was kneeling down near Asch, who lay on the ground in the pool of his own blood--damnit, he only had a lemon gel on him and he was about to run to get some help when he heard his voice,
"He's coming...be careful.."
...
Luke's eyes widened at this news.
"My brother? I had...a brother?"
Guy nodded slowly but when Luke pressed any further on his condition, the blond-haired individual only frowned at this but decided to lead him to where Asch was.
...
He's in a coma--the parents seemed overjoyed to see him again. Which makes me suspect that whatever had Van told Asch was a lie--but he came back injured like that; what happened?
"...I hope he will open his eyes--I don't know him but when I get my hands on the bastards who did this I'll wring their necks so hard that they'll be in heaven by the time I'm done with them!"
Luke fumed and Guy sweatdropped a little.
...
Luke came running to Guy with a grin and the other turned around but couldn't help smile at the other's facial expression; however, when Luke informed him of the reason why he was so happy, Guy felt his stomach churn. Asch had been right but for the first time in a while, Guy faked his happiness at hearing this news; the blond made sure he was the one walking in front when they headed to the dining table. There, he saw Van take a look at him--the king and queen would arrive soon, but the blond and the red head were there first.
"Guy, it is time."
Guy narrowed his eyes.
"That's what you think."
Van stood up.
"So, Asch was right."
Luke looked confused.
"Master Van?"
Guy drew his sword from its sheath and began to advance on Van, much to Luke's horror, and the man himself only smiled as he drew his blade as well.
"This man is the one responsible for Asch's condition, Luke! Don't be fooled by any generous appearance he gave off--and leave!"
Luke was surprised by this but unbeknowst to Guy, his hand went straight to the sheath of his blade--his feet moved forward and of course, Van noticed this.
"Guy, how could you say such a thing? You were supposed to do as ordered...but here you are, disobeying my orders. It is your fault Asch is like that, you know."
"Shut up...!"
Guy flew over the table, bringing his sword down on Van with such speed it nearly surprised him, and as blades clashed the older man seemed to smile and Guy jumped over his head when Van prepared another strike. Guy noticed, as he sheathed and unsheathed his blade in a rush attack towards Van's shortly opened backside ("I can see your back!"), the lengthy absence of the kind and queen.
"Where are they. Where is the king and queen?!"
Guy shouted as he tried to exert more force against the blade blocking his path to sucessfully striking Van--and that is when he saw Van give a smirk that made his green irises narrow. In a dangerously hushed whisper he said,
"You didn't..."
Then he noticed Luke in the air, behind Van, bringing his sword down--and he hoped Van hadn't noticed his temporary distracting; but Van did noticed, although he wasn't able to avoid the slash in time Van did something worse. Blowing back Guy with some kind of fonic arte, he then faced Luke--who paled and was frozen to the spot, noticing the blood on his blade from his sucessful strike. Not good!
"Void Tempest! Luke get out of here! Now!"
Thankfully, Guy had been able to shortly distract Van with the attack, and he then stood in the way of Van killing Luke sucessfully again. Then, lightning struck him, and Guy screamed in pain. Damn, when did he start casting that spell!?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Van approached Guy, who was twitching on the floor as traces of electricity ran through his body, and lifted his blade above him with a look of indifference.
"Your one weakness, due to that enchanted metal within your body; if you are hit with a lightening spell, you will be paralyzed. Too bad you weren't able to dodge that quick enough."
Luke hadn't run away but instead was intent on attacking Van, even though he didn't like it.
"GUY!!! ...I won't let you do anything to him...Ra...Rad--"
Van began a strange hymm that seemed to lull Luke to sleep--it didn't have much of an effect on Guy but this singing didn't stop Van from bringing down his sword down upon the blond.
....
.......
Activating Self-Preservation Mode.
.......
...
Guy's eyes were shimmering red as his hand had grasped the blade with one of his hands, causing Van to widen his eyes--and he slowly got up, pushing Van back; Guy's physical strength had doubled.
"Vandesdelca Musto Fende, I won't allow you to do as you wish and kill anymore innocent people! Turn yourself in and surrender or we will dispose of you."
"We...?"
Van inquired for half a second and noticed Luke's sudden smirk as soldiers of Kimlasca then rushed in.
"Yes...we."
Van seemed to give up then, dropping his large blade to the ground as a sign of surrendering, but as the soldiers carried him off in chains, Guy couldn't help notice a disturbing smile upon the older man's lips. He was bothered slightly by it, although he came to forgot about it in the passing days.
...
"I've always wanted to see Hod anyway. Asch seems to have got this under control, along with Natalia."
Said Luke, smiling at Guy who was already done making sure he looked pretty good with goggles on and a change of his usual clothes, minus that collar around his neck. Guy smiled right back at Luke.
"As you wish, Your Highness."
Luke playfully slapped Guy on the shoulder, laughing.
"Stop that!"
"Afterwards, we go to Sheridon--right? Right."
Seeing the strange look of excitedness at this, Luke sweatdropped, shaking his head before he went to his room to prepare. Guy looked in the mirror, seeing someone else instead of the emotionless being he had been; so, as he left to prepare further to leave he smiled. But he didn't know of the evil that lurked inside of him.
Desire deceiful blood,
Rejoice,
Together with red,
They dine in heaven.
This 'Guy'--model designation: Votile Type-Zero--was created to become a heartless killing machine; one who had no remorse in slaughtering the target or even targets that were assigned to him on certain 'missions'. Missions that are of course, illegal, by society's standards but because of the country of Daath's corruption within their 'government' this is overlooked as the persons in power are free to do whatever they wish. And so, Guy continues to murder names that Van see a threat to his future conquest in bringing the entire world under control.
As Van's special 'agent' he hangs around the Six God-Generals on occassion so he knows them well but doesn't have any close ties with any of them or anyone else for that matter...or at least for that amount of time. He then came upon a new assignment for him: become close and eliminate the House of Fabre; such a mission of that kind hadn't been new for that blond--to feign emotion as a caretaker for the son of a rich, higher standing individual in society. Creating that kind of disorder within the kingdom of Kimlasca to make it vulnerable to Van's 'secret army' invasion--and then claiming Malkuth would no longer be a fantasy.
...
...
There was almost silence as his blue irises looked straight up at the person who stood tall over him like a mountain, although it was clear he was only a few years older than he. The one who gazed with such blue eyes was a male who seemed drenched in fluid from the tube he was in, one to keep him stabilized in the past, and his blond hair cascaded down to the back of his waist.
"I am prepared for my first order."
"Good. Put on some pants."
...
Blood was the color that was upon his hands, his digits--it covered him like a long sheet spreaded on a bed; but his eyes had no emotion to show for these killings of those he targeted. No matter what method had to be utilized, Guy would fufill that mission; as he looked down at the nearly dead person below him, he heard that boy speak and the blond boy listened.
"Why?"
"I have to fufill my mission, that's why."
A vague explanation is all they needed before as they died the poor people detested his existence.
...
Red, beautiful hair that flew in the wind--beautiful green, radiant eyes that looked back at his empty, green irises; a sudden happy smile spread across the red head's lips and Guy mimiced the action. Van stood behind the blond-haired, with his hand on his shoulder with a clam, placid smile as he looked on along with Ignobert. Of course, as Guy moved forward, slipping out of Van's grasp, he percieved the boy in front of him to be oblivious to his and his creator's true intentions. But he couldn't help reach out to touch that long red hair.
"What is your name?"
The red head grinned.
"The name is Luke, Luke fon Fabre!"
Guy only smirked, although his eyes did not smile or grin like Luke's as he held out his gloved hand for Luke to shake.
"Guy, Guy Cecil."
Luke seemed to frown and pout at the way Guy managed to say his name with such a greeting look but with not much as a touch of feeling as he himself had introduced himself. So, Luke said something that bewildered Guy for a while,
"No! You're supposed to say, 'I'm the Amazing Guy Cecil!' You're then supposed to flash a winning grin at the girls!"
Guy sweatdropped a little; he wondered if he should mention the trouble he seemed to have around girls due to a traumatic experience--however, the real reason was because of some sort of what Van called a 'small defect'. Although, for once Guy hardly would call running for the hills whenever a woman or girl came too close a 'small defect'.
"Well, the first part I might be able to do...but I don't know about the latter."
Luke puffed up his cheeks at him, causing Guy to sweatdrop again.
"Why?"
Suddenly, those words brought back the many faces who had asked them such a question when blood was upon his fingers and sliding down his blade; luckily, his thought process moved at a higher frequency than whatever had halted him from answering the boy correctly.
"Well, girls are kinda scary..."
Luke laughed at him; it was one of the few times he had seen anyone laugh at what he had said--but he felt a slight prickling at his chest and his eyebrows furrowed a little at Luke.
"What's so funny?"
"You!"
Guy doesn't certainly remember being called 'funny' before, so all he gave--for a while--was a confused look at what Luke had said and the way he expressed himself for the next few moments. However, he hadn't noticed it himself when a smile had suddenly made its way across his lips.
...
It was only a few months later when Guy approached Van with a question.
"What are emotions?"
Van wasn't surprised; he was expecting Guy to ask this question sooner or later.
"Emotions are things that belong to humans that weaken and strengthen them--this applies to every other single living being, including you. But, emotions will indefinitely weaken you if you think about the person you killed or how the person was before killing them--so think of the people you're destined to kill as nothing but a bundle of corpses. You, honestly, don't even need such a thing as having any emotion."
That facial expression of no emotion upon Guy's face betrayed what he was really 'feeling'.
...
Five years later, Guy stood at least head and a half taller than Luke and because of this Luke one day decided to complain about it--even though Guy wanted nothing else than to be left alone. Then again, it was technically one of his 'jobs' to take care of Luke until the fateful day arrived and so he eyed his sheathed blade with some more degree of interest that he had than to listen to Luke talking. But then he felt a hand on his shoulder that nearly made him jump and as Luke was about to complain about him not listening when suddenly Guy gave him a look like he was going to kill someone.
"...Guy?"
Luke's hand slowly drew away from Guy's right shoulder as he wore a worried look. Then noticing this, Guy changed his expression back to normal.
"S-sorry about that Luke, I was thinking about something. So what were you--"
"No! You're -not- fine! Tell me what's wrong, now!"
Guy sighed and sweatdropped.
"I was just thinking."
Luke made a face.
"Remind me next time to not bother you while you are thinking--but really, if you're upset about something don't make any short stops about it; after all, I don't think you being taller than I is that much of a pain compared to this!"
And for the first time, Guy laughed.
...
Three years later, he recieved that one detail on his mission had been changed: he could eliminate Luke at any time he wanted now; but he had difficulty doing so lately--after all, he felt like it would be a crime.
...
Felt.
Guy began to wonder if he wasn't feigning the emotions of joy he felt--or maybe he was; no, he didn't see a corpse when he looked at Luke...he saw a person. A friend. Someone he would protec--
Then he felt the realization sink in--this mission was already as much as a failure as soon as it had begun; it was supposed to be his last one. When he first came here, he was only 'ten' years old--he had been made to age like a normal human until he was twenty-four years old--so he was only four years older than Luke. He was supposed to become 'close' to the family and within months or perhaps years, if needed since it was royalty and thus a delicate matter, murder them--preferably by poisoning their food. Or perhaps a bloody way if there were no other options.
It was so Van could take over.
Luke...
No. He was created for only one reason only: to serve as an effective killer for Van when no one could do so--with that in mind, the now 'eighteen' year old blond knew that there was only one way to get this over with quickly. He would slaughter the whole royal house of Fabre in their sleep, starting with Luke.
...
The darkness that filled the house made it perfect for Guy to walk around without any of the guards noticing him--he had always been quick and nimble anyway. Guy's right hand then reached towards the doornob of Luke's room...which was unguarded now that the two soldiers near them were currently unconscious. They had no idea who knocked him out in such darkness. Opening the door, he quietly crept in, closing the door behind himself and then he approached Luke's bed, where he quitely slept.
The moonlight's beam of light seemed to reflect on the sword as it was being drawn from its sheath, giving it a kind of glint that was seen only usually in the day. Guy narrowed his eyes as he rose the sword above Luke's head and brought it down.
"Guy."
The blade stops only an inch away from Luke's neck.
...
"What does 'comrade' mean?"
Guy smiled at Luke as he said thus,
"Someone who will always be with you and stick with you no matter what the situation. That is what a comrade means. Why? Are you having trouble reading a book or something?"
Luke then grinned up at Guy and replied,
"You're my comrade, Guy."
...
"What am I doing?"
Guy whispered these words as he sheathed the sword and as he looked down at Luke peacefully sleeping he felt...ashamed. A small, sad smile spread across his lips as his hand slowly pat Luke on the head.
...
"What?"
Guy stood up immediately from his bed he happened to be sitting on as some breathless soldier came running in, informing him that some intruders had broken in and were trying to capture Luke; Guy was out of the room in a moment and ran into the hall before one would leave the manor. But that's all where he needed to head to as some ambigously knights--whom he recognized belonged to Van--were holding Luke in place. Even so, Guy's hand was on the sheath; suddenly, as soon as he was about to draw his blade to kill one of the knights, hands had grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back. Such an action surprised and made him slightly ashamed at being so careless.
Then, there was Van with a twisted smile on his face as he drew his blade, headed over to Luke and beheaded him.
...
"Only a dream!"
Guy sat up from his bed, but as he began to wonder how exactly he had dreamed--he hadn't had a real dream until now--there was a golden figure standing in the far corner of the room who dispersed into nothingness. He blinked and looked outside of the window--the manor had been for a short while on the edge ever since those two fail bodyguards near Luke's bedroom had been knocked out. Although there was confusion because no one had been really hurt.
...
Two years later, Guy was hiding behind Luke, who looked amused--although, Natalia hadn't been...after all, she had walked up to greet Guy only to have him practically scramble away at the sight of her. After a thorough explanation--although not really as Guy said it was because of a 'traumatic past'--she finally was content. Natalia was smiling and so was Luke as they spoke.
"Luke, you cut your hair."
"Well, it was getting in the way anyways."
...
Asch appeared before Guy as he stood on the balcony.
"You have a lot of nerve, Guy..."
The hotheaded red head stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw the smile and heard the laugh from Guy--he looked slightly annoyed at that but was deep down confused.
"You've changed."
"Why are you still with Van? I know these idiots threw you out of here because they thought you were going to die from an illness, and don't you think about interrupting me--"
Guy said, noticing Asch's face getting red with feelings of indignation.
"--but I don't think you should live a life with him. You will only become a hollowed shell in the process--I'm not saying you should come back here but maybe go somewhere else, your own way, instead of following Van's. If you do return to him, tell him I have abandoned the mission."
Despite him knowing this was coming, Asch was shocked--emotionally, at least.
"Van is the one who took me in when no one else would accept me because of my illness! They didn't think that someone with a supposedly 'uncurable' disease should be fit to stay here and decided I should die out in the wild. There's a lot of things you don't know--the skin you're wearing was once a corpse; but you...know what this means, don't you? The chance of you living as you are now--with that device he could kill you!"
Guy then gave Asch a hard look.
"Are you telling me to kill your twin brother? Is that what you want? I know nothing about you or what I may have really been or who really had inhabited this skin which has been mended together with the help of machines and magic to create an artificial life such as I. However, I know that I would rather die than go back to the way of living I had and I know for one thing that Van is using you, Asch."
Asch was silent before he smirked.
"I will see that for myself, Guy--but I will tell Van."
...
Two years later...
...
"Asch!"
Guy was kneeling down near Asch, who lay on the ground in the pool of his own blood--damnit, he only had a lemon gel on him and he was about to run to get some help when he heard his voice,
"He's coming...be careful.."
...
Luke's eyes widened at this news.
"My brother? I had...a brother?"
Guy nodded slowly but when Luke pressed any further on his condition, the blond-haired individual only frowned at this but decided to lead him to where Asch was.
...
He's in a coma--the parents seemed overjoyed to see him again. Which makes me suspect that whatever had Van told Asch was a lie--but he came back injured like that; what happened?
"...I hope he will open his eyes--I don't know him but when I get my hands on the bastards who did this I'll wring their necks so hard that they'll be in heaven by the time I'm done with them!"
Luke fumed and Guy sweatdropped a little.
...
Luke came running to Guy with a grin and the other turned around but couldn't help smile at the other's facial expression; however, when Luke informed him of the reason why he was so happy, Guy felt his stomach churn. Asch had been right but for the first time in a while, Guy faked his happiness at hearing this news; the blond made sure he was the one walking in front when they headed to the dining table. There, he saw Van take a look at him--the king and queen would arrive soon, but the blond and the red head were there first.
"Guy, it is time."
Guy narrowed his eyes.
"That's what you think."
Van stood up.
"So, Asch was right."
Luke looked confused.
"Master Van?"
Guy drew his sword from its sheath and began to advance on Van, much to Luke's horror, and the man himself only smiled as he drew his blade as well.
"This man is the one responsible for Asch's condition, Luke! Don't be fooled by any generous appearance he gave off--and leave!"
Luke was surprised by this but unbeknowst to Guy, his hand went straight to the sheath of his blade--his feet moved forward and of course, Van noticed this.
"Guy, how could you say such a thing? You were supposed to do as ordered...but here you are, disobeying my orders. It is your fault Asch is like that, you know."
"Shut up...!"
Guy flew over the table, bringing his sword down on Van with such speed it nearly surprised him, and as blades clashed the older man seemed to smile and Guy jumped over his head when Van prepared another strike. Guy noticed, as he sheathed and unsheathed his blade in a rush attack towards Van's shortly opened backside ("I can see your back!"), the lengthy absence of the kind and queen.
"Where are they. Where is the king and queen?!"
Guy shouted as he tried to exert more force against the blade blocking his path to sucessfully striking Van--and that is when he saw Van give a smirk that made his green irises narrow. In a dangerously hushed whisper he said,
"You didn't..."
Then he noticed Luke in the air, behind Van, bringing his sword down--and he hoped Van hadn't noticed his temporary distracting; but Van did noticed, although he wasn't able to avoid the slash in time Van did something worse. Blowing back Guy with some kind of fonic arte, he then faced Luke--who paled and was frozen to the spot, noticing the blood on his blade from his sucessful strike. Not good!
"Void Tempest! Luke get out of here! Now!"
Thankfully, Guy had been able to shortly distract Van with the attack, and he then stood in the way of Van killing Luke sucessfully again. Then, lightning struck him, and Guy screamed in pain. Damn, when did he start casting that spell!?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Van approached Guy, who was twitching on the floor as traces of electricity ran through his body, and lifted his blade above him with a look of indifference.
"Your one weakness, due to that enchanted metal within your body; if you are hit with a lightening spell, you will be paralyzed. Too bad you weren't able to dodge that quick enough."
Luke hadn't run away but instead was intent on attacking Van, even though he didn't like it.
"GUY!!! ...I won't let you do anything to him...Ra...Rad--"
Van began a strange hymm that seemed to lull Luke to sleep--it didn't have much of an effect on Guy but this singing didn't stop Van from bringing down his sword down upon the blond.
....
.......
Activating Self-Preservation Mode.
.......
...
Guy's eyes were shimmering red as his hand had grasped the blade with one of his hands, causing Van to widen his eyes--and he slowly got up, pushing Van back; Guy's physical strength had doubled.
"Vandesdelca Musto Fende, I won't allow you to do as you wish and kill anymore innocent people! Turn yourself in and surrender or we will dispose of you."
"We...?"
Van inquired for half a second and noticed Luke's sudden smirk as soldiers of Kimlasca then rushed in.
"Yes...we."
Van seemed to give up then, dropping his large blade to the ground as a sign of surrendering, but as the soldiers carried him off in chains, Guy couldn't help notice a disturbing smile upon the older man's lips. He was bothered slightly by it, although he came to forgot about it in the passing days.
...
"I've always wanted to see Hod anyway. Asch seems to have got this under control, along with Natalia."
Said Luke, smiling at Guy who was already done making sure he looked pretty good with goggles on and a change of his usual clothes, minus that collar around his neck. Guy smiled right back at Luke.
"As you wish, Your Highness."
Luke playfully slapped Guy on the shoulder, laughing.
"Stop that!"
"Afterwards, we go to Sheridon--right? Right."
Seeing the strange look of excitedness at this, Luke sweatdropped, shaking his head before he went to his room to prepare. Guy looked in the mirror, seeing someone else instead of the emotionless being he had been; so, as he left to prepare further to leave he smiled. But he didn't know of the evil that lurked inside of him.
Desire deceiful blood,
Rejoice,
Together with red,
They dine in heaven.
{Appearance}: Blond hair, green eyes, tall, lanky frame, peach-color skin, goggles are worn on top of his head, and he wears a long-sleeved shirt, with regular-sized pants, and brown boots.
{Personality}: Guy is exceptionally kind to those who deserve it--he is not ridiculously naive or narrow-minded either, he would be able to spot an untrust worthy person if they were to try to take advantage of his compassion. He is naturally protective of those he cherishes and wouldn't hesitate to throw himself in the way of danger if he needed to save a friend's life. He is awfully afraid of woman and couldn't get near them without nearly dying or running for the hills at first sight, although he has been trying to fix that...somewhat.
Guy has an incredible interest in fontech, although...luckily, no one has been able to see how 'enthusiatic' he is about it...yet.
Guy doesn't like to show off or anything but he is definitely confident in his abilities as well as himself as an individual; if there's also another fatal fault about him it is that he cannot say 'no' if a close friend or even if a regular person asks him to do a task. Most likely it is because of his kindness and wanting to be able to help those in need but really, it can show he has not much of a backbone.
He also is the kind of guy who you normally see walking around with a big smile on his face and is essentially happy-go-lucky in this retrospect. Also, since he's cheery it would be difficult to get his mood to plunder because he tends to be optimistic, really.
Basically, he's like the normal Tota Guy in personality (mostly).
{}Auldrant{}: This 'Auldrant' is different from the game's Tales of the Abyss's 'Auldrant' in a few ways; one of them is that it is more technologically advanced (more use of fon tech) and so has 19th centuary-like technology in that aspect. Another one of them is that the Score kind of exists, but you wouldn't see people as crazy about it as in the original series; also, Hod hasn't fallen...at least not 'yet'. Lastly, Yulia did exist but not even the people in Daath knew about her (except Van) and of course, Van is trying to conquer the world.
As for Tear...her current origins are unknown (not even Van can find her).
[Abilities/Skills]: Guy is often very quick and at the same time makes powerful strikes, which add up to him being quite the tough opponent if you were ever to be at the brunt of his attacks. He employs the Hod-style swordsmanship which invovles using the sheath as a shield and his sword is drawn usually only upon attacks (but like a japanese katana is used, it is sheathed immediately after an attack).
[TALES ABILITIES GO HERE]
{Personality}: Guy is exceptionally kind to those who deserve it--he is not ridiculously naive or narrow-minded either, he would be able to spot an untrust worthy person if they were to try to take advantage of his compassion. He is naturally protective of those he cherishes and wouldn't hesitate to throw himself in the way of danger if he needed to save a friend's life. He is awfully afraid of woman and couldn't get near them without nearly dying or running for the hills at first sight, although he has been trying to fix that...somewhat.
Guy has an incredible interest in fontech, although...luckily, no one has been able to see how 'enthusiatic' he is about it...yet.
Guy doesn't like to show off or anything but he is definitely confident in his abilities as well as himself as an individual; if there's also another fatal fault about him it is that he cannot say 'no' if a close friend or even if a regular person asks him to do a task. Most likely it is because of his kindness and wanting to be able to help those in need but really, it can show he has not much of a backbone.
He also is the kind of guy who you normally see walking around with a big smile on his face and is essentially happy-go-lucky in this retrospect. Also, since he's cheery it would be difficult to get his mood to plunder because he tends to be optimistic, really.
Basically, he's like the normal Tota Guy in personality (mostly).
{}Auldrant{}: This 'Auldrant' is different from the game's Tales of the Abyss's 'Auldrant' in a few ways; one of them is that it is more technologically advanced (more use of fon tech) and so has 19th centuary-like technology in that aspect. Another one of them is that the Score kind of exists, but you wouldn't see people as crazy about it as in the original series; also, Hod hasn't fallen...at least not 'yet'. Lastly, Yulia did exist but not even the people in Daath knew about her (except Van) and of course, Van is trying to conquer the world.
As for Tear...her current origins are unknown (not even Van can find her).
[Abilities/Skills]: Guy is often very quick and at the same time makes powerful strikes, which add up to him being quite the tough opponent if you were ever to be at the brunt of his attacks. He employs the Hod-style swordsmanship which invovles using the sheath as a shield and his sword is drawn usually only upon attacks (but like a japanese katana is used, it is sheathed immediately after an attack).
[TALES ABILITIES GO HERE]
