Kefka! [Done!!]

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Magic:

Level 1:

• Fire- Summons fire to burn the enemy. [Cost: 10 MP, Damage: 20]
  
• Comet- Summons a comet to pummel a foe. Capable of heavy destruction and collateral damage. [cost: 10 MP, Damage: 20]
  

Summons:

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HISTORY:

Kefka is a mystery, as far as his blood family goes. Records place him with a foster family in Vector at the tender age of six years old. His “father” was a soldier of the empire; “mother” was a homemaker who cared lovingly for the young Kefka as if he was her own. She did her best, but Vector was, frankly, a terrible place. The large city was dirty and corrupt, certainly no place for a child. He eventually grew accustomed to shows of corruption and the general ugliness that permeated Vector and much of its populace. Even in these conditions, Kefka was a genuinely cheerful boy for much of his young life. Both his father and mother were good people, who loved their child dearly. Father, in fact, was one of the few men in the Imperial ranks who never stooped to the cutthroat tactics of his comrades. This was his undoing.

In broad daylight, a group of imperial soldiers who envied his power in the Empire broke into the home and killed him and his wife. Kefka narrowly escaped, fleeing to nearby Albrook where he was considered a vagrant, one of the occasional thirteen or fourteen year old stragglers without much to hold onto in the world. In the years between his foster parents' deaths and his enrollment in the academy, his outlook on life shifted drastically, and his demeanor grew cloudy. The once happy child became an aloof and cynical teen, sneaking into Albrook's library and reading often. He had little else to do, with no family left. Albrook's citizens did little to help. Page after page he took in, and became fascinated with the history of Cetra and the war of the Magi.

At 16, his courage returned, and he journeyed back to Vector in a twofold mission: shrug off the awful title of "vagrant", and finally take revenge on the men who had taken his family from him. He was barely recognizable after three years, and he was able to enroll in the Imperial academy without trouble. He buried his resentment for Vector and its residents in his studies, and by the time he graduated, he had the highest marks in his year. He was hailed by of his teachers a a brilliant tactician, and they predicted that he would go far in the army. Certainly, he rose in rank at a blinding clip, reaching General rank in mere months. Once his position of power was secured, he began hatching a secret and elaborate plan for revenge.

It was not meant to be, at least not in the form he originally planned. When artificial Magicite was discovered, rumors that Cid del Norte Marquez planned to develop a way to infuse soldiers with it began spreading like wildfire. Magic power unlike anything known since the war of the Magi would be possible! Kefka's ambitious heart couldn't resist the opportunity. He volunteered himself to be the first test subject for Cid's new procedure. Essentially, Cid had succeeded. Kefka was able to wield magic (even if he did need some practice) and quickly became Gestahl's favorite general. However, something was very, very wrong. Kefka grew constantly restless, almost manic. He complained of sleep troubles and racing thoughts. His mind was going. He could feel it.

With every day it grew worse. It was as if the lights had gone out, he said. The world was cloaked in a darkness he couldn't fathom.

He never abandoned his duty as general, but the men under his command grew wary of him. Kefka was a powder keg, liable to violently lash out at anything and everything. His second-in-command, Leo Christophe, tried to keep Kefka's men loyal to him; a feat he managed by degrees for a while. Kefka continued to spiral downward, however, becoming increasingly irascible and hateful toward everyone, as well as adopting entirely new mannerisms: where he once was aloof and cold, he was now flamboyant and loud, emotionally unstable, and violent. He began to wear garish clothes and gained a newfound taste for the luxuries afforded him by his rank.

Kefka soon lost any regard for human life he had once had, and his cynicism grew into a hostile, nihilistic antipathy. His past laser-guided desire for revenge lay forgotten.

After Kefka was found to be responsible for the deaths of an entire battalion of soldiers, Emperor Gestahl realized that he was far too dangerous to keep in such a position. He admired Kefka’s ruthless nature, however, and “promoted” him to the new position of Court Mage and Ambassador, promoting Leo to High General in Kefka’s place. Kefka was enraged at the move, but with a new Magitek army ready to take him out, he was in little position to argue.

Recently, Kefka began employing Slave Crowns to bend the will of others and use their powers for his own gain. His test subject, Terra Branford, was sent to Narshe to recover an esper that was discovered there. When the Esper awoke and destroyed the crown, freeing her, Kefka vowed to destroy her and all she ever loved in a fit of seething rage.

Roleplay Sample:

”I’m afraid it’s time to die, my dear! Oh wait, I’m not afraid at all—but you should be!” He watched his own lips curl into what could only be called a terrifying rictus of a smile. The luxurious full-length redwood mirror he stood before was one of the luxuries afforded him by his rank in the Imperial army. The man he was looking at was one of the few he could stand spending time with anymore; He could make plans he wanted in his personal quarters without much fear of interruption. He was the only one he’d trust with the job.

With a wild laugh he pulled the tie from his hair, shaking his bright blond locks out over his shoulders and taking a stuffy, official pose. Arms crossed and chest puffed out, he spoke back to himself in a high, effeminate voice, a nearly dead-on impersonation of his least favorite general. ”I have no reason to fear you, Kefka…You monster. Who do you think you are, taking the lives of the innocent?” Just the thought of her sentimental, goody-goody attitude drove him up the wall! He gritted his teeth in a flash of fury as he haphazardly looped the tie back in his hair, gripping the sides of the mirror as if he could reach the woman herself. ”Who do I think I am?! I know who I am! Who do you think you are?! You’re the one who insists on touting your good-girl ‘philosophy’…you’re just lying to yourself, you know, and you’ll die a liar!” He wasn’t going to grace her with one more line! Death! Execution! ”Fire!”

A spark of flame came to life in his hand and without a second’s delay he set it to the mirror, watching with a cry of glee as the wood crackled in its blazing death throes and the shattering glass fell from the frame. As the embers died down, he tamped them out. ”And that’s Lord Kefka to you, Cherie.” He glanced wistfully over the names scrawled in black ink over the paneling until he reached hers. ”Oh, if only I could strike you out…of this lifetime!”

Suddenly, a knock broke his thought. ”Who…how dare you?!” He flung open the heavy door with a glower. A coward of an Imperial soldier stood teetering on the threshold. “G-G-Gestahl would l-like to speak with you, Kefka…” Kefka grinned smugly. ”Sure…but first, why don’t you come in my quarters? You look awful; you’re simply shaking in your boots!” He dragged the young boy inside, kicking the door closed. “B-but…”

”No, I insist!”

Kefka flung the boy into the ash pile, laughing as he grimaced. He must have come across the glass. ” You’re afraid, aren’t you? How wonderful! Now, how to punish you for interrupting me…?” The trembling soldier paled delightfully. ”I know! I’ll let you carry on your pathetic existence for a little while. As soon as I come back, it will be the end of you!” Yes, yes! Let him stew in his despair for a while! His face would be priceless when he finally died! With a devilish cackle he turned and tossed open the door, locking it behind him and twiddling the key. The emperor wanted to speak with him? Fine!

But first, he needed a new mirror.

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