think i'm getting the hang of this // fayt leingod

"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Fayt Leingod. Just call me Fayt, I guess. And you are?"

"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I was born- actually, hang on a second. Communicator, does this planet classify as underdeveloped, and is it protected by the UP3?"
". . . No information is currently available."
"Oh. Uh. Well, no harm done, hopefully... I was born on the third of January, Stardate 753, which makes me 19 at last count. And I'm from the Terran planetary administrative district of Japan, so basically I'm affiliated with Earth... or let's just say a very far ways away."

"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"... You're serious? Um, we'll see."

"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I'm more of a close-combat fighter than anything, but I know some basic attack and support Symbology. Sophia's much better at it than I am."

"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"You're starting to creep me out a little..."

"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Five foot nine."

"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Definitely not Cliff. Maybe he'll take you up on that offer, but I'm fond of my clothes on my body. Skinny but muscled, not like a bodybuilder though - like a point guard, I'm a basketball player."

"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Does it sound weird if I say a girl dressed me? Nel gave me some armor in the Elicoor style after she helped us out of Airyglyph's dungeon. Couldn't very well walk around in Earth clothes on an underdeveloped planet."

"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"... Fayt Leingod, only son of Robert Leingod, the famous Symbological Genetics expert? Beats me how else you would know me."

"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Maybe because I am them... Seriously, are you okay?"

"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Remind me why I'm doing this again... I like fighting, basketball, and helping people I have the ability to help. I don't like breaking promises, being out of the loop or unnecessarily violent people."

"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Habits? I procrastinate like crazy, does that count? And I guess my secret would be that I need glasses to read fine print."

"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Um, well. I used to be a college student at Stanford in the Terran district called the United States, but that hasn't really gone too well considering I haven't been home since I went on vacation to Hyda IV. One thing led to another and... it hasn't really felt right to go home. That's about all I'll say."

"like dude! we're so compatible..."
""Compatible?" Geez, you sound like Maria..."

"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I don't really...dance. Thanks, but I'll decline."

"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Everybody's heard of my father, Dr. Robert Leingod. My mom's name is Ryoko, she's Japanese, and my dad's American. What are you using this information for, again?"

"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Sure they would... well, my mom loves everybody. Nah, I'm an only child."

"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I found out that my dad did some illegal stuff, and it had some repercussions for me. Basically he turned me into a genetically modified bioweapon by implanting the Destruction Gene into me in particular as part of an experiment in his field. I still don't know why he did it... after all, it's only led to hardship for everybody, not to mention the people the Vendeeni have hurt coming after me. I can never forgive him for that. Regardless of whatever righteous mission he had in mind for me, turning kids into weapons..."

"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Is that some kind of endemic Symbology?"

name. lightning works fine.
age. fourteen.
rp experience. five years, bro.
rules. thundaga. or should i say lightning blast?
rp sample.

How dare he?

Fayt choked down the bile that rose in his throat seeing Tynave and Farleen prone on the ground, at the feet of Albel the Wicked, or so Nel had told them he was called. And the murderous glee in the Glyphian's eyes sparkled as he reiterated the extent of their punishment: "They... dropped like flies."

As if that wasn't enough, his manic laughter resounded between the mountains, echoing like evil ghosts, drowning out the feeble protests of Nel's subordinates.

"You..."

Fittir and Zelpher were equally as indignant, the girl to his right only able to contain herself barely as she ground out "You won't get away with this..."

"No getting off the hook for free today, ladies. I'm not through playing." Albel's expression was as wicked as his name, doing little but to further set off the bluenette's rage at him for being such a despicable, vile-

"Besides, this time you might even give me a little sport."

On a normal day, the jibe to his masculinity would alone probably be enough to set him off. As if he didn't receive enough of that abuse on and off the court, especially in the locker room - but that was another story. Today, this day, on Elicoor II, he was going to punish this cocky son of a bitch for torturing his friends to within inches of their lives, not once, but twice.

"Oh yeah? Try us! We have a way of taking the fun out of things for our enemies." That was Cliff, to his immediate left, looking forward to the prospect of tearing this bastard limb from limb. Good for him. Another instance in which the two of them agreed.

"Hah! I'll be the judge of that! Now, let's see what you've got!"

Enough with the talking. Ignoring his sword where it was strapped to the back of his waist, Fayt took the opportunity to unleash his frustration in a war cry, striking forward at the captain of the Black Brigade with his comrades at his flanks.

The bloodthirst in his green eyes matched Albel's cherry red.