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player.
NAME: Kelly
JOURNAL:tinybro
E-MAIL: kmr9665@rit.edu
CONTACT INFO: AIM: OtoutoComplex; tumblr: tinybro
CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A
character.
CHARACTER NAME: Saralegui
SERIES: Kyo Kara Maoh!
CANON POINT: After the end of Season 3
APPEARANCE: Bam. He's fairly average for his age, as far as height goes, somewhere around 5'6" or 5'7" if I'm judging correctly (and judging against Yuuri's known measurements is all I can go on, since no such information has been released for Sara). His build is very slender, bordering on skinny (possibly unhealthily so, as Yuuri's stated to be around 90 lbs. and he's pretty athletic and would definitely have more weight in muscle than Sara, but this is more likely to just be a "bizarre anime anatomy" thing). Yuuri mentions how attractive he is on multiple occasions (quite a bit, coming from a supposedly heterosexual teenage boy), with pale skin, silkily long light blond hair, and gold eyes that glow blue when he's using his mind-control powers. He wears the same pair of purple-tinted glasses almost all the time, half out of habit and half to help conceal the color of his eyes, as his coloring is extremely rare among humans in his world -- reasonable, as it turns out to be characteristic of the Shinzoku race, which he turns out to be part of. On his mother's side, at least.
Saralegui's clothing tends to be fairly neutral and simple despite his rank, saving the brighter colors and more ornate embroidery and such for formal occasions. His hairstyle gets played with depending on the situation as well, tending towards updos for formality and leaving it all down for more casual days. In coming to The World, he'll be in his usual downtime clothes as pictured, high boots with a bit of a heel, pants and a long-sleeved shirt under his overshirt and skirt thing all in the same creamy white fabric, and his fur-collared cloak. It's reasonable to assume his country is on the colder side, given all the layers in this and his other outfits, as well as it's assumed proximity to Large Shimaron, which is consistently shown as a snowy country.
He won't be bringing anything with him, not exactly being in the habit of carrying anything in a bag with him. That is what boats and carriages and servants are for.
DESIRED CLASS & REASONING: Macabre Dancer; In canon, he doesn't do much physical fighting beyond swinging a holy sword around in a fit of rage, but his brand of magic isn't anything that would really suit the Harvest Cleric or Shadow Warlock classes. His bit with the sword of Seisakoku seems to be all about life energy and healing and creation and all that, but since all that still happens to a lesser extent when Shori used it, all that seems to be something innate to the sword. Saralegui's natural abilities, and the way he uses them, are hardly very Harvest Cleric-like, and he's never so direct as to just be using any sort of offensive magic like a Shadow Warlock. He manipulates people, either through mind control or just good old-fashioned plotting, he charms and befriends Yuuri just to use him, and he lies and tricks people to accomplish his goals. It seems like the Macabre Dancer class is fairly appropriate, with its buffing and debuffing magic and inflicting status ailments, as well as the graceful nature of the fan attacks.
PERSONALITY: By all outward appearances, Saralegui is just the young and charismatic king of the country of Small Shimaron. He's intelligent and fair in his rule despite his age, and well-liked by his people. He's kind and charming and strives for peace, the sort of king that really cares about his people, rather than just enjoying the luxury that such power brings.
In reality, however, Saralegui is manipulative and scheming. He plays nice with others to keep up a good reputation, because it's that sort of thing that helps him most in the cutthroat politics of his world. Saralegui doesn't shy away from using others to accomplish his goals, and he's both intelligent enough and powerful enough to get away with it. "Powerful" in this case referring less to his rank and more to the hypnotic magic he can work with his eyes. He doesn't even need that much of the time, however, more interested in the challenge of going without, or doing things the more complicated way because it's more "fun". It isn't a lie that he cares for his country, but even that has a selfish root, a need to be a greater king than his father was, to be acknowledged and loved and respected and feared by everyone because his father would barely even look at him.
Despite everything he's done, Saralegui isn't exactly a villain. He does bad things, sometimes cruel things, but his intentions are often good. He has a very "ends justify the means" attitude, which is why he could so easily trick his only friend, the pacifistic Yuuri, into destroying entire armies for him on two separate occasions -- it might hurt Yuuri, yes, but it gets rid of the threat of Large Shimaron's forces without having to send a single soldier into battle, and if it manages to kill off Large Shimaron's king in the process, then that just means he can claim the throne himself and definitely end all the fighting between humans and demons. He has some intense trust issues as well, so he lies and manipulates rather than put his faith into others. He's gotten better about that with the events of the end of the series -- the revelation that his mother might just care about him after all, that Belias is his family and loyal to him no matter what, that Yuuri will trust him and believe in him no matter what he does -- but it's a slow process. He really is trying to be a better person these days, more genuine at least, but old habits die hard, and Saralegui is far too prideful to so easily admit that he's been wrong about these things all along. Out loud, at least.
samples.
FIRST-PERSON SAMPLE: [waking up in a unfamiliar place and in strange clothes, with no idea how either came to be, was generally a Very Bad Thing for anyone, but as a king, saralegui couldn't be blamed for being overly cautious about everything.
still, it hardly seemed like a kidnapping or assassination attempt -- at the very least, it couldn't be a very good one, because there was virtually nothing keeping him in place. people kept passing through, but none seemed too interested in him, let alone like they were supposed to be on guard, and when he finally made his way toward the only door in the room, no moves were made to stop him.
outside, nothing looked any more familiar, but he decided against focusing on that too much at the moment. he could learn more from the people in less time than analyzing his surroundings would reveal anything.
...at least, that was the idea at first, but the first person -- thing? -- he attempted to speak with, standing behind the counter of a stall in what looked like this town's center square, just repeated the same thing again and again until he gave up. now wasn't the time to be worrying about insane, strange-looking creatures. but then the same thing occurred with all the shopkeepers he tried to speak to, and when he turned his attention to those walking by instead, the results were only more confusing, full of unfamiliar words and strange phrases, and all he managed to pick up from it all was the city name, one he'd certainly never seen in any atlas.
for the moment, he'd settled for sitting down at the side of the main bridge connecting the city to the building he'd found himself in earlier. he fussed with the hem of the weird outfit he was still wearing for lack of anything to change into, fiddled with the device he'd found in his pack for a few moments before setting it aside again for the time being, and eventually just sat people-watching while he tried to make sense of it all. he couldn't decide if it was better than being locked up somewhere by someone who wished his country ill, but it was frustrating, to say the least.
but then that was getting rather dull, and he wasn't sure how long he'd been here but it must have been a few hours at least, so he glanced up again, attempting to wave down the next person walking by.]
Excuse me...?
[polite as always, but his enthusiasm somewhat dulled by his earlier failures with the NPCs.]
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE: Sample from the application to the now dead gottlieb-rpg:
Despite his title, Saralegui was not really one to adorn himself with jewels or overly ornate clothing. Such things were meant to make ugly women more attractive by dressing them up in distractingly pretty finery, and he knew that he was by no means "ugly". As such, the blonde preferred his more understated outfits - neutrally colored tunics and robes, high boots, more colorful or embroidered shirts for formal gatherings - the things that showed off his natural beauty without competing against it to be looked at.
Even still, Sara was not at all enjoying the strange piece of clothing he'd woken up in. A horribly dull grey color, and not very flattering at all...hardly a fitting piece for a king to be wearing.
He rolled his golden eyes before looking over the letter in his hands once more. He wasn't stupid. Far from it, really. As much as he would like to believe that this was a very elaborate joke (though really, who would dare to pull a prank on him? No one who worked in the castle, of that much he was certain), just by taking in the scene around him he could tell that such a situation was unlikely. For someone to have gotten him out of his own clothes, into these new ones, and onto a cot in wherever-this-was, they would have needed to at the very least drug him. There was no way he would have simply slept through such treatment. And as he last remembered falling asleep in his bed back at his own castle, that would meant that his kidnappers would have had to get through all of the palace's security, and then Belias on top of that. Too improbable.
So for the time being, he had to accept that he'd been somehow transported to what appeared to be an underground prison in order to serve out a life sentence, as strange as that sounded. Denial would only be a waste of time, time he could be spending looking for a way out. No doubt Belias was already searching for him like mad, but Sara was never one to just sit idly back and wait to be rescued. At the very least, he could try to find a way to get a message to his bodyguard.
As he stood up to explore his cell, first trying the door, the king decided that escape might not be that hard after all. Really, who left a prisoner's cell unlocked? With a slight smile, he pushed open the door to continue his exploration. With the way his luck was going, he could simply find the main entrance and stroll out without a problem. Yes, everything would be fine.
NAME: Kelly
JOURNAL:
tinybroE-MAIL: kmr9665@rit.edu
CONTACT INFO: AIM: OtoutoComplex; tumblr: tinybro
CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A
character.
CHARACTER NAME: Saralegui
SERIES: Kyo Kara Maoh!
CANON POINT: After the end of Season 3
APPEARANCE: Bam. He's fairly average for his age, as far as height goes, somewhere around 5'6" or 5'7" if I'm judging correctly (and judging against Yuuri's known measurements is all I can go on, since no such information has been released for Sara). His build is very slender, bordering on skinny (possibly unhealthily so, as Yuuri's stated to be around 90 lbs. and he's pretty athletic and would definitely have more weight in muscle than Sara, but this is more likely to just be a "bizarre anime anatomy" thing). Yuuri mentions how attractive he is on multiple occasions (quite a bit, coming from a supposedly heterosexual teenage boy), with pale skin, silkily long light blond hair, and gold eyes that glow blue when he's using his mind-control powers. He wears the same pair of purple-tinted glasses almost all the time, half out of habit and half to help conceal the color of his eyes, as his coloring is extremely rare among humans in his world -- reasonable, as it turns out to be characteristic of the Shinzoku race, which he turns out to be part of. On his mother's side, at least.
Saralegui's clothing tends to be fairly neutral and simple despite his rank, saving the brighter colors and more ornate embroidery and such for formal occasions. His hairstyle gets played with depending on the situation as well, tending towards updos for formality and leaving it all down for more casual days. In coming to The World, he'll be in his usual downtime clothes as pictured, high boots with a bit of a heel, pants and a long-sleeved shirt under his overshirt and skirt thing all in the same creamy white fabric, and his fur-collared cloak. It's reasonable to assume his country is on the colder side, given all the layers in this and his other outfits, as well as it's assumed proximity to Large Shimaron, which is consistently shown as a snowy country.
He won't be bringing anything with him, not exactly being in the habit of carrying anything in a bag with him. That is what boats and carriages and servants are for.
DESIRED CLASS & REASONING: Macabre Dancer; In canon, he doesn't do much physical fighting beyond swinging a holy sword around in a fit of rage, but his brand of magic isn't anything that would really suit the Harvest Cleric or Shadow Warlock classes. His bit with the sword of Seisakoku seems to be all about life energy and healing and creation and all that, but since all that still happens to a lesser extent when Shori used it, all that seems to be something innate to the sword. Saralegui's natural abilities, and the way he uses them, are hardly very Harvest Cleric-like, and he's never so direct as to just be using any sort of offensive magic like a Shadow Warlock. He manipulates people, either through mind control or just good old-fashioned plotting, he charms and befriends Yuuri just to use him, and he lies and tricks people to accomplish his goals. It seems like the Macabre Dancer class is fairly appropriate, with its buffing and debuffing magic and inflicting status ailments, as well as the graceful nature of the fan attacks.
PERSONALITY: By all outward appearances, Saralegui is just the young and charismatic king of the country of Small Shimaron. He's intelligent and fair in his rule despite his age, and well-liked by his people. He's kind and charming and strives for peace, the sort of king that really cares about his people, rather than just enjoying the luxury that such power brings.
In reality, however, Saralegui is manipulative and scheming. He plays nice with others to keep up a good reputation, because it's that sort of thing that helps him most in the cutthroat politics of his world. Saralegui doesn't shy away from using others to accomplish his goals, and he's both intelligent enough and powerful enough to get away with it. "Powerful" in this case referring less to his rank and more to the hypnotic magic he can work with his eyes. He doesn't even need that much of the time, however, more interested in the challenge of going without, or doing things the more complicated way because it's more "fun". It isn't a lie that he cares for his country, but even that has a selfish root, a need to be a greater king than his father was, to be acknowledged and loved and respected and feared by everyone because his father would barely even look at him.
Despite everything he's done, Saralegui isn't exactly a villain. He does bad things, sometimes cruel things, but his intentions are often good. He has a very "ends justify the means" attitude, which is why he could so easily trick his only friend, the pacifistic Yuuri, into destroying entire armies for him on two separate occasions -- it might hurt Yuuri, yes, but it gets rid of the threat of Large Shimaron's forces without having to send a single soldier into battle, and if it manages to kill off Large Shimaron's king in the process, then that just means he can claim the throne himself and definitely end all the fighting between humans and demons. He has some intense trust issues as well, so he lies and manipulates rather than put his faith into others. He's gotten better about that with the events of the end of the series -- the revelation that his mother might just care about him after all, that Belias is his family and loyal to him no matter what, that Yuuri will trust him and believe in him no matter what he does -- but it's a slow process. He really is trying to be a better person these days, more genuine at least, but old habits die hard, and Saralegui is far too prideful to so easily admit that he's been wrong about these things all along. Out loud, at least.
samples.
FIRST-PERSON SAMPLE: [waking up in a unfamiliar place and in strange clothes, with no idea how either came to be, was generally a Very Bad Thing for anyone, but as a king, saralegui couldn't be blamed for being overly cautious about everything.
still, it hardly seemed like a kidnapping or assassination attempt -- at the very least, it couldn't be a very good one, because there was virtually nothing keeping him in place. people kept passing through, but none seemed too interested in him, let alone like they were supposed to be on guard, and when he finally made his way toward the only door in the room, no moves were made to stop him.
outside, nothing looked any more familiar, but he decided against focusing on that too much at the moment. he could learn more from the people in less time than analyzing his surroundings would reveal anything.
...at least, that was the idea at first, but the first person -- thing? -- he attempted to speak with, standing behind the counter of a stall in what looked like this town's center square, just repeated the same thing again and again until he gave up. now wasn't the time to be worrying about insane, strange-looking creatures. but then the same thing occurred with all the shopkeepers he tried to speak to, and when he turned his attention to those walking by instead, the results were only more confusing, full of unfamiliar words and strange phrases, and all he managed to pick up from it all was the city name, one he'd certainly never seen in any atlas.
for the moment, he'd settled for sitting down at the side of the main bridge connecting the city to the building he'd found himself in earlier. he fussed with the hem of the weird outfit he was still wearing for lack of anything to change into, fiddled with the device he'd found in his pack for a few moments before setting it aside again for the time being, and eventually just sat people-watching while he tried to make sense of it all. he couldn't decide if it was better than being locked up somewhere by someone who wished his country ill, but it was frustrating, to say the least.
but then that was getting rather dull, and he wasn't sure how long he'd been here but it must have been a few hours at least, so he glanced up again, attempting to wave down the next person walking by.]
Excuse me...?
[polite as always, but his enthusiasm somewhat dulled by his earlier failures with the NPCs.]
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE: Sample from the application to the now dead gottlieb-rpg:
Despite his title, Saralegui was not really one to adorn himself with jewels or overly ornate clothing. Such things were meant to make ugly women more attractive by dressing them up in distractingly pretty finery, and he knew that he was by no means "ugly". As such, the blonde preferred his more understated outfits - neutrally colored tunics and robes, high boots, more colorful or embroidered shirts for formal gatherings - the things that showed off his natural beauty without competing against it to be looked at.
Even still, Sara was not at all enjoying the strange piece of clothing he'd woken up in. A horribly dull grey color, and not very flattering at all...hardly a fitting piece for a king to be wearing.
He rolled his golden eyes before looking over the letter in his hands once more. He wasn't stupid. Far from it, really. As much as he would like to believe that this was a very elaborate joke (though really, who would dare to pull a prank on him? No one who worked in the castle, of that much he was certain), just by taking in the scene around him he could tell that such a situation was unlikely. For someone to have gotten him out of his own clothes, into these new ones, and onto a cot in wherever-this-was, they would have needed to at the very least drug him. There was no way he would have simply slept through such treatment. And as he last remembered falling asleep in his bed back at his own castle, that would meant that his kidnappers would have had to get through all of the palace's security, and then Belias on top of that. Too improbable.
So for the time being, he had to accept that he'd been somehow transported to what appeared to be an underground prison in order to serve out a life sentence, as strange as that sounded. Denial would only be a waste of time, time he could be spending looking for a way out. No doubt Belias was already searching for him like mad, but Sara was never one to just sit idly back and wait to be rescued. At the very least, he could try to find a way to get a message to his bodyguard.
As he stood up to explore his cell, first trying the door, the king decided that escape might not be that hard after all. Really, who left a prisoner's cell unlocked? With a slight smile, he pushed open the door to continue his exploration. With the way his luck was going, he could simply find the main entrance and stroll out without a problem. Yes, everything would be fine.