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Your name: Althea
Your journal: hearmydream
Contact: AIM: hearmydream, Plurk: SakuraSummons
Other characters played at Passing: n/a
Character name: Cosmos
Character fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy & Dissidia Duodecim
Version: v1
Canon point: Just prior to being incinerated by Chaos
Importing development from old game? no
Background: My place is here. And here I shall remain.
Changes from canon, if AU: n/a
Personality: To understand Cosmos, one must understand what she is and what she was created for. Only then does the true depth of who she is manifests itself. She is a "perfect" manikin. Unlike the ones that plague World B, she is a fully realized as a clone of Cid of the Lufaine's wife (whose name is never provided). Upon her creation, she was implanted with the memories of Cid's wife and tasked with quelling the child-weapon Chaos so that he would obey the orders of the military which developed both of them. Circumstances led her to be sealed away in World B along with Cid and Chaos, and deified. Her task of calming the destructive forces of Chaos remains and keeping the world whole uses the majority of her divine powers and energy.
Hers is described as a "soothing presence" and it's no surprise given her role as the maintainer of harmony and calming the beast Chaos. Even those admit to questioning "what kind of person would drag people into a war?" find themselves drawn to her and opening up. She is the embodiment of peace and harmony, which is a sharp contrast to the role she plays in calling soldiers to fight on her behalf in a never ending cycle of war.
More than once, summoned warriors have called her cold or unfeeling, and while this is not true of her, she is remarkably calm and seemingly detached at all times. Part of this is the result of the considerable amount of energy she radiates to keep the world whole, part of it is from her only being a copy of a woman. Many of her memories are not her own, but those implanted within her by scientists, and she only carries that woman's memories and not her feelings. However, this does lead Cosmos to say that she treasures each and every memory, good and bad, which is created within the cycles- presumably because they are her own memories and not those of another.
To say she is unfeeling would be unfair. It grieves her immensely to watch her chosen warriors fight and fall and rise again only to face eventual slaughter. Over and over she witnessed their struggles, their hopes, their dreams, and then their demises. Yet she cares so deeply for them that she eventually sacrifices herself to free them from the cycle, expressing regret that she should have found this resolve sooner. She is not unaware of her role within the cycle, and while she takes steps to ensure a true end at the cost of her own existence, she admits that to be a Goddess of Harmony is to be an Angel of Death. The fate of her warriors is tied to her own and this burden weighs on her heavily. So much so that one asks if she'll finally crack a smile once the conflict is over. It's obvious to even the most clueless that she finds no levity or joy in her role within the cycle of war.
More than one person has expressed that she was cruel, knowing the truth about the cycles, yet not telling them. Rather, she allowed them to go on dreaming and hoping for home. This is not entirely incorrect. While not deliberately malicious, there is a touch of cruelty allowing people to foster hope and faith. Yet, these qualities are the very ones that eventually provide the warriors the necessary tools to free themselves from the eternal conflict, by giving them shards of her own power that would eventually be tempered by passion and devotion and coalesce into a crystal. Even so, Cosmos most often keeps her own counsel and does not reveal what she knows to be true. It is in its own way, her protecting her chosen, and at the same time ensuring that they do not quit the battle before it is ended. Despite her being tight-lipped with the ultimate truth, she oft plays the role of encouraging support, coming along the warriors with encouragement and direction should they stray from their path. She does not hesitate to tell one when they are in the wrong, especially when it puts others in the path of danger, but it is never viciously put or expressed in anger.
In summary, she is harmony, neutrality, balance in its purest form.
Abilities:
- First and foremost, Cosmos radiates serenity, quelling the destructive nature of Chaos. It is its own power, as it keeps the world whole and from crumbling to nothing.
- That power can be used to eradicate manikins or other foes, although to do so, she must divert her powers from keeping the world whole, thereby jeopardizing the fabric of reality.
- She can sense the spirits of her chosen warriors at all times, although it is a back of the mind sensation for her, unless one of them is snuffed or gravely harmed.
- She can hear the remote prayers of others, even those who are not her chosen.
- She has the power to summon warriors from their own worlds into World B to fight for her cause. Presumably, she is aware of them and their suitability to her cause even from a different world.
- Some of her powers of sustaining the world can be diverted into a healing/rest for the weary.
- She can bestow a portion of her power into any of her chosen warriors, although it greatly weakens her to do so.
- She is capable of teleporting to anyone, anywhere, though most often she summons warriors to herself, rather than going to them.
Writing sample:
One would never guess that this was the calm before the storm.
This Sanctuary, this bastion of peace and serenity, was poised to become the stage for a final battle. Yet somehow, for the moment, it appeared no different than it had always been. This was seat of Cosmos’ power, where she reigned enthroned as a Goddess of Harmony. Unlike the world without, there was no sign of decay or death. For even for life to be sustained there is an element of death as blades of grass fade and give way to fresh growth. Natural, yet unsuitable so very close to the deity who maintained the world itself.
The clear waters of the Sanctuary floor shimmered undisturbed, while streams of light arced through the air, nearly touching the drifting clouds, through which sunlight broke through. Standing at the ready was her Warrior, the last line of defense, her protector so like her in his creation. Cosmos lifted her eyes to look at him and took note of the resolve etched on his face. He would stand and stand alone and for yet another cycle, he would fall. This was his plan. His and Kain’s: to save a force for the next cycle and thus win the warriors of harmony the chance to end the conflict. They would give themselves for her cause and she… she would be forced to sit and watch, to endure more losses.
It occurred to her then that she should have done more to put an end to this ongoing conflict, that she should have enacted her own plans sooner, taken a more active role in stopping this nightmare. This battle, these losses, they were not what she wished for any of them. The grief and disappointment in herself was nearly crippling. And yet, she had tried to take a new path, seek out a new resolution. Had the manikins not been unleashed on this world, perhaps the seeds of hope-fragments of her own power- she had planted within her warriors would have come to fruition. But this round had been yielded already.
The end had come and Cosmos recognized it. There was the familiar shock as one by one her chosen fell before their opponents, on the far side of the world. One by one they were being snuffed out, to be forever removed, just as her Warrior would be soon. Soon… unless she chose another way, a less passive way.
“They have come.”
At the sound of his voice, Cosmos looked up. Indeed, there was a force enough to exterminate the world one hundred times over, spread out across the Sanctuary in an unmoving, unemotional line. These manikins had no purpose nor will, save to kill or be killed.
She was not like these. Nor was he. But could will alone be enough to stop the slaughter that was to come?
Voice sample:
Every memory born of this world is, without exception, a priceless treasure to me.
Yes. I sense it. I feel my energy burning brightly within them, as well as its purpose.
I wish I could have such a dream.
Your journal: hearmydream
Contact: AIM: hearmydream, Plurk: SakuraSummons
Other characters played at Passing: n/a
Character name: Cosmos
Character fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy & Dissidia Duodecim
Version: v1
Canon point: Just prior to being incinerated by Chaos
Importing development from old game? no
Background: My place is here. And here I shall remain.
Changes from canon, if AU: n/a
Personality: To understand Cosmos, one must understand what she is and what she was created for. Only then does the true depth of who she is manifests itself. She is a "perfect" manikin. Unlike the ones that plague World B, she is a fully realized as a clone of Cid of the Lufaine's wife (whose name is never provided). Upon her creation, she was implanted with the memories of Cid's wife and tasked with quelling the child-weapon Chaos so that he would obey the orders of the military which developed both of them. Circumstances led her to be sealed away in World B along with Cid and Chaos, and deified. Her task of calming the destructive forces of Chaos remains and keeping the world whole uses the majority of her divine powers and energy.
Hers is described as a "soothing presence" and it's no surprise given her role as the maintainer of harmony and calming the beast Chaos. Even those admit to questioning "what kind of person would drag people into a war?" find themselves drawn to her and opening up. She is the embodiment of peace and harmony, which is a sharp contrast to the role she plays in calling soldiers to fight on her behalf in a never ending cycle of war.
More than once, summoned warriors have called her cold or unfeeling, and while this is not true of her, she is remarkably calm and seemingly detached at all times. Part of this is the result of the considerable amount of energy she radiates to keep the world whole, part of it is from her only being a copy of a woman. Many of her memories are not her own, but those implanted within her by scientists, and she only carries that woman's memories and not her feelings. However, this does lead Cosmos to say that she treasures each and every memory, good and bad, which is created within the cycles- presumably because they are her own memories and not those of another.
To say she is unfeeling would be unfair. It grieves her immensely to watch her chosen warriors fight and fall and rise again only to face eventual slaughter. Over and over she witnessed their struggles, their hopes, their dreams, and then their demises. Yet she cares so deeply for them that she eventually sacrifices herself to free them from the cycle, expressing regret that she should have found this resolve sooner. She is not unaware of her role within the cycle, and while she takes steps to ensure a true end at the cost of her own existence, she admits that to be a Goddess of Harmony is to be an Angel of Death. The fate of her warriors is tied to her own and this burden weighs on her heavily. So much so that one asks if she'll finally crack a smile once the conflict is over. It's obvious to even the most clueless that she finds no levity or joy in her role within the cycle of war.
More than one person has expressed that she was cruel, knowing the truth about the cycles, yet not telling them. Rather, she allowed them to go on dreaming and hoping for home. This is not entirely incorrect. While not deliberately malicious, there is a touch of cruelty allowing people to foster hope and faith. Yet, these qualities are the very ones that eventually provide the warriors the necessary tools to free themselves from the eternal conflict, by giving them shards of her own power that would eventually be tempered by passion and devotion and coalesce into a crystal. Even so, Cosmos most often keeps her own counsel and does not reveal what she knows to be true. It is in its own way, her protecting her chosen, and at the same time ensuring that they do not quit the battle before it is ended. Despite her being tight-lipped with the ultimate truth, she oft plays the role of encouraging support, coming along the warriors with encouragement and direction should they stray from their path. She does not hesitate to tell one when they are in the wrong, especially when it puts others in the path of danger, but it is never viciously put or expressed in anger.
In summary, she is harmony, neutrality, balance in its purest form.
Abilities:
- First and foremost, Cosmos radiates serenity, quelling the destructive nature of Chaos. It is its own power, as it keeps the world whole and from crumbling to nothing.
- That power can be used to eradicate manikins or other foes, although to do so, she must divert her powers from keeping the world whole, thereby jeopardizing the fabric of reality.
- She can sense the spirits of her chosen warriors at all times, although it is a back of the mind sensation for her, unless one of them is snuffed or gravely harmed.
- She can hear the remote prayers of others, even those who are not her chosen.
- She has the power to summon warriors from their own worlds into World B to fight for her cause. Presumably, she is aware of them and their suitability to her cause even from a different world.
- Some of her powers of sustaining the world can be diverted into a healing/rest for the weary.
- She can bestow a portion of her power into any of her chosen warriors, although it greatly weakens her to do so.
- She is capable of teleporting to anyone, anywhere, though most often she summons warriors to herself, rather than going to them.
Writing sample:
One would never guess that this was the calm before the storm.
This Sanctuary, this bastion of peace and serenity, was poised to become the stage for a final battle. Yet somehow, for the moment, it appeared no different than it had always been. This was seat of Cosmos’ power, where she reigned enthroned as a Goddess of Harmony. Unlike the world without, there was no sign of decay or death. For even for life to be sustained there is an element of death as blades of grass fade and give way to fresh growth. Natural, yet unsuitable so very close to the deity who maintained the world itself.
The clear waters of the Sanctuary floor shimmered undisturbed, while streams of light arced through the air, nearly touching the drifting clouds, through which sunlight broke through. Standing at the ready was her Warrior, the last line of defense, her protector so like her in his creation. Cosmos lifted her eyes to look at him and took note of the resolve etched on his face. He would stand and stand alone and for yet another cycle, he would fall. This was his plan. His and Kain’s: to save a force for the next cycle and thus win the warriors of harmony the chance to end the conflict. They would give themselves for her cause and she… she would be forced to sit and watch, to endure more losses.
It occurred to her then that she should have done more to put an end to this ongoing conflict, that she should have enacted her own plans sooner, taken a more active role in stopping this nightmare. This battle, these losses, they were not what she wished for any of them. The grief and disappointment in herself was nearly crippling. And yet, she had tried to take a new path, seek out a new resolution. Had the manikins not been unleashed on this world, perhaps the seeds of hope-fragments of her own power- she had planted within her warriors would have come to fruition. But this round had been yielded already.
The end had come and Cosmos recognized it. There was the familiar shock as one by one her chosen fell before their opponents, on the far side of the world. One by one they were being snuffed out, to be forever removed, just as her Warrior would be soon. Soon… unless she chose another way, a less passive way.
“They have come.”
At the sound of his voice, Cosmos looked up. Indeed, there was a force enough to exterminate the world one hundred times over, spread out across the Sanctuary in an unmoving, unemotional line. These manikins had no purpose nor will, save to kill or be killed.
She was not like these. Nor was he. But could will alone be enough to stop the slaughter that was to come?
Voice sample:
Every memory born of this world is, without exception, a priceless treasure to me.
Yes. I sense it. I feel my energy burning brightly within them, as well as its purpose.
I wish I could have such a dream.
