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Application for We the Lost
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Character Name: Kain Highwind
Canon: Final Fantasy IV
Game Transplant: Tower of Animus (![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Original App: Here
Game Summary: The Tower of Animus is a horror-based jamjar game, operating on a monthly event schedule. Characters are taken from their worlds and placed in an inescapable tower, and given a note to inform them that their world has been destroyed and that they've been saved by being brought here. The tower is no sanctuary, however. Its many floors are dangerous, monsters roam the halls at night, and the tower's administrators are distant, inhuman, and generally malignant. Death is common but impermanent, and food is often in short supply.
The tower's nature and the nature of its inhabitants was recently revealed to be something quite different, after the residents successfully sabotaged the tower's power systems. The residents are not rescued bodies, but simply their souls pushed into appropriately-shaped wireframes and covered with a techno-psychic 'glamour' that makes them appear as they ought to. Their worlds are, really and truly, destroyed. Much of the tower is composed of the same sort of glamoured substances. And because of the damage caused, the tower is now on a one-year countdown until complete shutdown and the death of everyone inside. The residents are restless, rebellion is in the air, and the limits of the administrator's power and the tower's architecture are constantly being tested. But will they be able to halt the destruction of the tower, restore their worlds, and free themselves? Or is a far bleaker ending in store?
A detailed plot summary of the game up until July 2013 is available here.
How long was your character in Game: 7 months + 2 wandering dead world (January 2013 to February 2013, then April 2013 to October 2013)
History of Character in their Game: Kain awoke in the tower with a start, disturbed by suddenly being somewhere so unexpected. He disbelieved that his world was truly destroyed, he lamented that his Holy Lance was shattered and crammed into a small trunk, and he tried to pay no mind to the collar fastened about his neck. He was a loner, after all, and had been through countless trials already. He was certain that he could survive in this new place, and immediately set about exploring the tower. It had gone well enough, the monsters and hazards giving him little trouble, until he wandered onto a floor that neutralized powers. He attempted a jump across some obstacles, did not get the lift that he expected to, and nearly fell to his death. A young woman by the name of April Sinclair saved him, retreated to safety with him, and made an effort to better explain the place. She was the first friend he made there, the first new friend he had made at all since setting out from Baron.
He busied himself with patrolling the hallways at night, ready to usher the lost and hapless to safety. During the day he spent much time in the workshop areas, crafting himself new wooden spears to replace the ones he broke in combat. He remained on edge, ready for some of the terror that the other residents had warned him of... but instead, he found himself witnessing the truth of 'your worlds have been destroyed' first-hand. The tower lost its grasp on Kain's soul, and it returned to the dead and lifeless remains of the Blue Planet. He wandered it like a ghost for two months, confirming for himself during that time that nothing was left living. The kingdoms that he knew of were nothing but ash and ruin. The seas were lifeless. The air was stagnant. Time meant nothing, when there was no night and no day, just unending desolation. Towards the end of his exile there, he simply collapsed and refused to move, praying for it all to end.
There was an end, of sorts. He awoke in the tower, and found himself relieved by it. As he stumbled to the dormitory bathrooms in an effort to calm himself, he divulged to several people that he encountered that the worlds were, indisputably, dead and gone. One of those people was, he realized halfway through his woeful confession, a female version of Cecil Harvey. She was devastated to learn that the world they had both worked so hard to save was destroyed, he was quick to try and raise her spirits... and honestly, both were very confused. The Kain that this Cecil knew was also female, and her first guess had been that Kain was her Kain's father. Kain had never fully worked out his guilt towards his Cecil, and had no idea how he could possibly apologize for what needed apologizing for. But even if they were from different worlds and not the exact people that they expected, they were still friends and still understood each other. In a place like the tower, such a thing was incredibly valuable.
Kain slipped back into his routine of patrolling the tower floors and toiling in the workshop, but began to pass more time in the library. There were computer terminals there that allowed access to an internal network, and it proved useful to monitor what the other tower inhabitants discussed on it. In addition, two new friends of his tended to spend time there. Tohko Amano, a self-titled "book girl" could regularly be found among the stacks, and she always seemed to have a kind or encouraging word for the Dragoon. And no patience for his tendency to eat and read books at the same time. Mihli Aliapoh, a friend of Tohko's and a Mithra soldier, tended to lurk there as well. The two realized that their worlds had odd similarities, and struck up a friendship over than commonality. Kain found himself also, somewhat unwillingly, befriending Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, a fellow lance-user. Diarmuid had become fast friends with Cecil, and the close nature of their relationship pressed all of the wrong buttons in Kain's jealousy-prone psyche. By all rights, he and Diarmuid ought to have gotten along just fine. But he could not fully prevent himself from viewing the man as a rival, standing between him and Cecil.
Friends could not save Kain from the torments of the tower, sadly. Kain was targeted for a particularly cruel bout of experimentation by Jason, the most scientifically-inclined administrator. He was operated on, surgically fused with parts of what seemed to be a black dragon, and also painfully brainwashed and conditioned to be a willing servant of the tower. The conditioning was so profound and clever that he even had moments of lucidity where he believed himself to have his free will, and it was during one of these moments that he sought out Cecil and Diarmuid. His false-true self wanted comfort from the horror that had been done to him, and his administrator-controlled self wanted to pry information from the pair. And when information was insufficiently forthcoming, the violent portion of his brainwashing kicked in, causing him to attack Cecil. He broke her arm, was incapacitated by Diarmuid, and he returned to his senses long enough to beg for the knight to kill him. Diarmuid reluctantly obliged.
Jason's alterations were eventually reversed, and Kain made his report along with the other similarly-altered tower residents. In the aftermath, he was completely aware of what he had done, and felt deeply ashamed. He had once sworn to himself that he would not allow himself to be mind controlled or manipulated and made to harm those he cared about again, and there had been nothing that he could do to prevent it from happening. He withdrew from Cecil and kept his distance from his friends. It took the intervention (and some verbal bitch-slapping) from Mihli to set him on the right track and convince him that such isolation was not the solution to his problems. He apologized to Cecil, who was immediately forgiving, and who had never held any hard feelings over what he had been made to do.
Life in the tower continued, and Kain resumed the business of helping others survive its hazards. He began working with Thorin Oakenshield to repair his broken Holy Lance, although the work was slow. He worked with many others to help map and document the tower, both in reporting findings and hand-copying maps. The efforts of Cecil and Diarmuid were doing wonders to pull him out of his shell, and they even managed to haul him to a birthday party for Diarmuid. It went perfectly well, so much so that when "Pandora", a mysterious resistance figure in the tower held a ball, he went along with it more than gamely enough. And well he did, for that ball was when one of the truths of the tower was unveiled. The "Glamour Systems" dropped, revealing that all of the inhabitants were not people wearing collars, but souls trapped in artificial wireframe bodies. Powers were suspended, monsters were unleashed, and Kain had little time to ponder the deeper implications of this for there were others to escort to safety. In the aftermath, he felt no small amount of bitter misery over the matter. If his world was destroyed, and so was his body, would he ever be able to return home? Could any of this be properly undone?
Throughout his time in the tower, he found himself growing closer to this other world's Cecil in ways that made him somewhat uncomfortable. She was beautiful and doting and kind in ways that tugged at his soul, but it remained in the back of his mind that Cecil should be a man, that his Cecil was a man, that this Cecil belonged to a Rosa elsewhere... and thus, whatever he felt, it was vastly inappropriate to act on the feelings that she stirred in him. It was a decision that he bitterly regretted when Cecil vanished from the tower. There was far too much left unsaid, and that would likely never have the chance to be said aloud. But what angered him, in the midst of all this sadness, was that Diarmuid had taken no notice of it. Diarmuid, beautiful and perfect and very obviously in love with Cecil, had been so wrapped up in patrols and mapping, that Cecil's disappearance had eluded him. Kain broke the news to the man bitterly, which sparked off a fight that was as long coming as it was brief. The two men confessed their feelings for her, confessed that they had been holding off on those feelings for the other man's sake... and both were left feeling like heartbroken fools.
The living had to continue to live, for whatever value of 'life' that the tower allowed its residents. Kain felt a new fire within him, a new determination to try and topple the tower. When a mass mobilization of the tower's residents was called to invade the lower Administrative floors, Kain was there with bells on. He was assigned to a team of summoners, demons, and other odd sorts, and the lot of them threw themselves down an elevator shaft. Kain survived the fall with little more than bruises, while the others were less lucky but still alive. Their team uncovered no new information, but did provide a distraction for an unleashed and angry Jason, who carved the lot of them to bits. All were restored and resurrected, but the infiltration of the lower floors seemed to set off something profoundly unpleasant down below. There was an explosion, and then strange phantom children began to roam the tower and haunt the residents. "Psycholiesis Phantoms" was the term given to them, and they seemed to feed and thrive on the thoughts and feelings of those they latched onto. Kain found himself the target of half a dozen of them, each one pulling from his memories of those he knew from home, each one blaming him for failing them, weeping that he had killed them all. And in his guilt and misery, he gave into their pull. Not even the intervention of Diarmuid, one of the few remaining friends he had in the tower, could drive them away. The sucked the life from him and left him a dead shell.
Once again resurrected, Kain felt no particular renewed purpose. The resistance work that he engaged in was more a means to forget what had been done to him than anything truly heroic or noble. He offered himself as a bodyguard for the latest project, an attempt to analyze collar fluid with equipment stolen from the lower levels. He did the task dutifully enough, keeping monsters away from the researchers as they worked. He also made the acquaintance of a young woman named Chidori Yoshino, who introduced him to the idea of cheesecake. His awe made enough of an amused impression upon her that she baked him pumpkin pie cookies and left them in his mailbox. It threw him for a considerable loop, and he tried his very hardest to not see the gesture as something more than friendly. There were greater things to worry about, after all, such as a direct visit from the administrators to the dorms. And the sudden explosion and collapsing of the stairs and elevator leading to the dorm section. Kain did what he could to help clean out the mess and catalog the catastrophe, even as he experienced new and dreadful side effects from the lingering psycholeisis radiation that had been leaking from the dorms. As unpleasant as it was, however, he didn't dwell on it. Those trapped in the dorms had suffered far worse, for far longer.
A short while after this, the tower once again lost its grip upon Kain's soul. As before, it returned him to the ruins of his world.
How did they change from their canon personality wise: Kain had come to consider himself as a sinner with a tainted soul, an inherently bad person with wicked impulses that needed conquering. Up on Mount Ordeals, all on his own, it was easy to brood upon these things. The tower forced him into the company of others, however, which made him reconsider the full depths of his sinfulness. There were others to save, others to help, and something to focus on other than his own woes. Even the presence of girl!Cecil and Diarmuid, as much as it was a replay of the dynamic he had with Rosa and guy!Cecil, was something he could live through and attempt to not completely ruin like he had before. He regrets how distantly he treated Diarmuid, and shortly before his disappearance from the tower had come to terms with the man being his closest friend there. While he recognizes his own capacity for jealousy and spite, he knows that he can move past it, and has hope that someday he can finally set that burden down and walk away from it.
Kain is now unsure if he should be questioning his sexuality, his taste in women (or men), or his inability to express his own desires for fear of ruining things horribly. He is now acutely aware of the exact nature of his problem, and will be taking great measures to avoid having such a love triangle happening again. And, if he's ever fortunate enough to find someone else that he loves, he has resolved to confess his feelings immediately and damn all possible consequences. He is now also aware that it is possible that someone may have feelings for him, in both the way Cecil treated him and in his brief interactions with Chidori. It hadn't quite occurred to him before now that he might be the object of someone's interest, as his fixation with Rosa had blinded him to all other possibilities back on his world. He is voyaging in uncharted land, now, unsure of what might await him.
The daily patterns of the tower have had their effect on Kain, as well. His evenings were regularly spent fighting vicious monsters. While he was a soldier in Baron, and had helped his friends save the world while fighting equally terrible creatures, the fight had never seemed so hopeless and so unrelenting. Kain rarely sleeps more than 5 or 6 hours a night, and has the tendency to make sure that everyone else around him is properly settled and safe before allowing himself to rest. Also, food was often scarce, unpalatable, or difficult to reach. He took up hunting, and became proficient at preserving meat and hides. There was no small amount of venison jerky stashed in his trunk, much of which he never had the chance to hand out to anyone else. He's likely to persist in stashing things away like some sort of rodent for a while yet.
Like many others, Kain has died several painful deaths. Unpleasant as they were, they were at least a definite end to whatever horrible thing had happened to him. The torment that sticks with him the worst is being surgically altered. The pain was constant and inescapable, and his will was utterly crushed and built from the ground up. Golbez's manipulations paled in comparison to it. Any effort to manipulate his mind or to physically restrain him in a similar fashion will set him off badly.
How did they change from their canon physically: Kain technically no longer possesses a body. He is still a soul attached to a specialized wireframe, covered with a glamour that simulates his expected appearance. There's a collar that appears to be fused to his neck, but it's actually a part of the wireframe's systems.
His time in the tower has also been very physically taxing, and the wireframe-glamour is happy to simulate that. He's leaner, and is in desperate need of a good haircut.
Powers: Jumping - Kain is astonishingly agile and capable of superhuman leaping. He has incorporated this into his fighting style, throwing himself high into the air and then descending upon an enemy to impale them. He can scale great heights with a series of jumps, and is experienced in safely landing from said great heights.
Possessions: One 2 by 3 foot locker, The helm, gloves, and shield of his dragoon armor, A Holy Lance (broken into three pieces), a wooden carving of Cecil and Rosa in a passionate embrace, a package with several (rather stale) pumpkin cookies, several handcrafted wooden lances, a handful of pamphlets detailing the contents of the tower, several hand-copied tower maps, a hi-potion, an elixir, very well-worn traveling clothes, several nutrition bars, a fair quantity of venison jerky, an assortment of rough iron and copper knives and swords.
Please provide three samples from your previous game, at least one will have to be third person with context:
Sample One: Kain awakens after spending time on his dead world.
Sample Two: Lancers gonna lance (AKA Kain and Diarmuid are stupid and heartbroken)
Sample Three: The dragoon has a sweet tooth.
Player Contact: Journal (for PMs I guess):
lampdevil | Plurk: Character Name: Kain Highwind
Canon: Final Fantasy IV
Game Transplant: Tower of Animus (
towerofanimus)Original App: Here
Game Summary: The Tower of Animus is a horror-based jamjar game, operating on a monthly event schedule. Characters are taken from their worlds and placed in an inescapable tower, and given a note to inform them that their world has been destroyed and that they've been saved by being brought here. The tower is no sanctuary, however. Its many floors are dangerous, monsters roam the halls at night, and the tower's administrators are distant, inhuman, and generally malignant. Death is common but impermanent, and food is often in short supply.
The tower's nature and the nature of its inhabitants was recently revealed to be something quite different, after the residents successfully sabotaged the tower's power systems. The residents are not rescued bodies, but simply their souls pushed into appropriately-shaped wireframes and covered with a techno-psychic 'glamour' that makes them appear as they ought to. Their worlds are, really and truly, destroyed. Much of the tower is composed of the same sort of glamoured substances. And because of the damage caused, the tower is now on a one-year countdown until complete shutdown and the death of everyone inside. The residents are restless, rebellion is in the air, and the limits of the administrator's power and the tower's architecture are constantly being tested. But will they be able to halt the destruction of the tower, restore their worlds, and free themselves? Or is a far bleaker ending in store?
A detailed plot summary of the game up until July 2013 is available here.
How long was your character in Game: 7 months + 2 wandering dead world (January 2013 to February 2013, then April 2013 to October 2013)
History of Character in their Game: Kain awoke in the tower with a start, disturbed by suddenly being somewhere so unexpected. He disbelieved that his world was truly destroyed, he lamented that his Holy Lance was shattered and crammed into a small trunk, and he tried to pay no mind to the collar fastened about his neck. He was a loner, after all, and had been through countless trials already. He was certain that he could survive in this new place, and immediately set about exploring the tower. It had gone well enough, the monsters and hazards giving him little trouble, until he wandered onto a floor that neutralized powers. He attempted a jump across some obstacles, did not get the lift that he expected to, and nearly fell to his death. A young woman by the name of April Sinclair saved him, retreated to safety with him, and made an effort to better explain the place. She was the first friend he made there, the first new friend he had made at all since setting out from Baron.
He busied himself with patrolling the hallways at night, ready to usher the lost and hapless to safety. During the day he spent much time in the workshop areas, crafting himself new wooden spears to replace the ones he broke in combat. He remained on edge, ready for some of the terror that the other residents had warned him of... but instead, he found himself witnessing the truth of 'your worlds have been destroyed' first-hand. The tower lost its grasp on Kain's soul, and it returned to the dead and lifeless remains of the Blue Planet. He wandered it like a ghost for two months, confirming for himself during that time that nothing was left living. The kingdoms that he knew of were nothing but ash and ruin. The seas were lifeless. The air was stagnant. Time meant nothing, when there was no night and no day, just unending desolation. Towards the end of his exile there, he simply collapsed and refused to move, praying for it all to end.
There was an end, of sorts. He awoke in the tower, and found himself relieved by it. As he stumbled to the dormitory bathrooms in an effort to calm himself, he divulged to several people that he encountered that the worlds were, indisputably, dead and gone. One of those people was, he realized halfway through his woeful confession, a female version of Cecil Harvey. She was devastated to learn that the world they had both worked so hard to save was destroyed, he was quick to try and raise her spirits... and honestly, both were very confused. The Kain that this Cecil knew was also female, and her first guess had been that Kain was her Kain's father. Kain had never fully worked out his guilt towards his Cecil, and had no idea how he could possibly apologize for what needed apologizing for. But even if they were from different worlds and not the exact people that they expected, they were still friends and still understood each other. In a place like the tower, such a thing was incredibly valuable.
Kain slipped back into his routine of patrolling the tower floors and toiling in the workshop, but began to pass more time in the library. There were computer terminals there that allowed access to an internal network, and it proved useful to monitor what the other tower inhabitants discussed on it. In addition, two new friends of his tended to spend time there. Tohko Amano, a self-titled "book girl" could regularly be found among the stacks, and she always seemed to have a kind or encouraging word for the Dragoon. And no patience for his tendency to eat and read books at the same time. Mihli Aliapoh, a friend of Tohko's and a Mithra soldier, tended to lurk there as well. The two realized that their worlds had odd similarities, and struck up a friendship over than commonality. Kain found himself also, somewhat unwillingly, befriending Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, a fellow lance-user. Diarmuid had become fast friends with Cecil, and the close nature of their relationship pressed all of the wrong buttons in Kain's jealousy-prone psyche. By all rights, he and Diarmuid ought to have gotten along just fine. But he could not fully prevent himself from viewing the man as a rival, standing between him and Cecil.
Friends could not save Kain from the torments of the tower, sadly. Kain was targeted for a particularly cruel bout of experimentation by Jason, the most scientifically-inclined administrator. He was operated on, surgically fused with parts of what seemed to be a black dragon, and also painfully brainwashed and conditioned to be a willing servant of the tower. The conditioning was so profound and clever that he even had moments of lucidity where he believed himself to have his free will, and it was during one of these moments that he sought out Cecil and Diarmuid. His false-true self wanted comfort from the horror that had been done to him, and his administrator-controlled self wanted to pry information from the pair. And when information was insufficiently forthcoming, the violent portion of his brainwashing kicked in, causing him to attack Cecil. He broke her arm, was incapacitated by Diarmuid, and he returned to his senses long enough to beg for the knight to kill him. Diarmuid reluctantly obliged.
Jason's alterations were eventually reversed, and Kain made his report along with the other similarly-altered tower residents. In the aftermath, he was completely aware of what he had done, and felt deeply ashamed. He had once sworn to himself that he would not allow himself to be mind controlled or manipulated and made to harm those he cared about again, and there had been nothing that he could do to prevent it from happening. He withdrew from Cecil and kept his distance from his friends. It took the intervention (and some verbal bitch-slapping) from Mihli to set him on the right track and convince him that such isolation was not the solution to his problems. He apologized to Cecil, who was immediately forgiving, and who had never held any hard feelings over what he had been made to do.
Life in the tower continued, and Kain resumed the business of helping others survive its hazards. He began working with Thorin Oakenshield to repair his broken Holy Lance, although the work was slow. He worked with many others to help map and document the tower, both in reporting findings and hand-copying maps. The efforts of Cecil and Diarmuid were doing wonders to pull him out of his shell, and they even managed to haul him to a birthday party for Diarmuid. It went perfectly well, so much so that when "Pandora", a mysterious resistance figure in the tower held a ball, he went along with it more than gamely enough. And well he did, for that ball was when one of the truths of the tower was unveiled. The "Glamour Systems" dropped, revealing that all of the inhabitants were not people wearing collars, but souls trapped in artificial wireframe bodies. Powers were suspended, monsters were unleashed, and Kain had little time to ponder the deeper implications of this for there were others to escort to safety. In the aftermath, he felt no small amount of bitter misery over the matter. If his world was destroyed, and so was his body, would he ever be able to return home? Could any of this be properly undone?
Throughout his time in the tower, he found himself growing closer to this other world's Cecil in ways that made him somewhat uncomfortable. She was beautiful and doting and kind in ways that tugged at his soul, but it remained in the back of his mind that Cecil should be a man, that his Cecil was a man, that this Cecil belonged to a Rosa elsewhere... and thus, whatever he felt, it was vastly inappropriate to act on the feelings that she stirred in him. It was a decision that he bitterly regretted when Cecil vanished from the tower. There was far too much left unsaid, and that would likely never have the chance to be said aloud. But what angered him, in the midst of all this sadness, was that Diarmuid had taken no notice of it. Diarmuid, beautiful and perfect and very obviously in love with Cecil, had been so wrapped up in patrols and mapping, that Cecil's disappearance had eluded him. Kain broke the news to the man bitterly, which sparked off a fight that was as long coming as it was brief. The two men confessed their feelings for her, confessed that they had been holding off on those feelings for the other man's sake... and both were left feeling like heartbroken fools.
The living had to continue to live, for whatever value of 'life' that the tower allowed its residents. Kain felt a new fire within him, a new determination to try and topple the tower. When a mass mobilization of the tower's residents was called to invade the lower Administrative floors, Kain was there with bells on. He was assigned to a team of summoners, demons, and other odd sorts, and the lot of them threw themselves down an elevator shaft. Kain survived the fall with little more than bruises, while the others were less lucky but still alive. Their team uncovered no new information, but did provide a distraction for an unleashed and angry Jason, who carved the lot of them to bits. All were restored and resurrected, but the infiltration of the lower floors seemed to set off something profoundly unpleasant down below. There was an explosion, and then strange phantom children began to roam the tower and haunt the residents. "Psycholiesis Phantoms" was the term given to them, and they seemed to feed and thrive on the thoughts and feelings of those they latched onto. Kain found himself the target of half a dozen of them, each one pulling from his memories of those he knew from home, each one blaming him for failing them, weeping that he had killed them all. And in his guilt and misery, he gave into their pull. Not even the intervention of Diarmuid, one of the few remaining friends he had in the tower, could drive them away. The sucked the life from him and left him a dead shell.
Once again resurrected, Kain felt no particular renewed purpose. The resistance work that he engaged in was more a means to forget what had been done to him than anything truly heroic or noble. He offered himself as a bodyguard for the latest project, an attempt to analyze collar fluid with equipment stolen from the lower levels. He did the task dutifully enough, keeping monsters away from the researchers as they worked. He also made the acquaintance of a young woman named Chidori Yoshino, who introduced him to the idea of cheesecake. His awe made enough of an amused impression upon her that she baked him pumpkin pie cookies and left them in his mailbox. It threw him for a considerable loop, and he tried his very hardest to not see the gesture as something more than friendly. There were greater things to worry about, after all, such as a direct visit from the administrators to the dorms. And the sudden explosion and collapsing of the stairs and elevator leading to the dorm section. Kain did what he could to help clean out the mess and catalog the catastrophe, even as he experienced new and dreadful side effects from the lingering psycholeisis radiation that had been leaking from the dorms. As unpleasant as it was, however, he didn't dwell on it. Those trapped in the dorms had suffered far worse, for far longer.
A short while after this, the tower once again lost its grip upon Kain's soul. As before, it returned him to the ruins of his world.
How did they change from their canon personality wise: Kain had come to consider himself as a sinner with a tainted soul, an inherently bad person with wicked impulses that needed conquering. Up on Mount Ordeals, all on his own, it was easy to brood upon these things. The tower forced him into the company of others, however, which made him reconsider the full depths of his sinfulness. There were others to save, others to help, and something to focus on other than his own woes. Even the presence of girl!Cecil and Diarmuid, as much as it was a replay of the dynamic he had with Rosa and guy!Cecil, was something he could live through and attempt to not completely ruin like he had before. He regrets how distantly he treated Diarmuid, and shortly before his disappearance from the tower had come to terms with the man being his closest friend there. While he recognizes his own capacity for jealousy and spite, he knows that he can move past it, and has hope that someday he can finally set that burden down and walk away from it.
Kain is now unsure if he should be questioning his sexuality, his taste in women (or men), or his inability to express his own desires for fear of ruining things horribly. He is now acutely aware of the exact nature of his problem, and will be taking great measures to avoid having such a love triangle happening again. And, if he's ever fortunate enough to find someone else that he loves, he has resolved to confess his feelings immediately and damn all possible consequences. He is now also aware that it is possible that someone may have feelings for him, in both the way Cecil treated him and in his brief interactions with Chidori. It hadn't quite occurred to him before now that he might be the object of someone's interest, as his fixation with Rosa had blinded him to all other possibilities back on his world. He is voyaging in uncharted land, now, unsure of what might await him.
The daily patterns of the tower have had their effect on Kain, as well. His evenings were regularly spent fighting vicious monsters. While he was a soldier in Baron, and had helped his friends save the world while fighting equally terrible creatures, the fight had never seemed so hopeless and so unrelenting. Kain rarely sleeps more than 5 or 6 hours a night, and has the tendency to make sure that everyone else around him is properly settled and safe before allowing himself to rest. Also, food was often scarce, unpalatable, or difficult to reach. He took up hunting, and became proficient at preserving meat and hides. There was no small amount of venison jerky stashed in his trunk, much of which he never had the chance to hand out to anyone else. He's likely to persist in stashing things away like some sort of rodent for a while yet.
Like many others, Kain has died several painful deaths. Unpleasant as they were, they were at least a definite end to whatever horrible thing had happened to him. The torment that sticks with him the worst is being surgically altered. The pain was constant and inescapable, and his will was utterly crushed and built from the ground up. Golbez's manipulations paled in comparison to it. Any effort to manipulate his mind or to physically restrain him in a similar fashion will set him off badly.
How did they change from their canon physically: Kain technically no longer possesses a body. He is still a soul attached to a specialized wireframe, covered with a glamour that simulates his expected appearance. There's a collar that appears to be fused to his neck, but it's actually a part of the wireframe's systems.
His time in the tower has also been very physically taxing, and the wireframe-glamour is happy to simulate that. He's leaner, and is in desperate need of a good haircut.
Powers: Jumping - Kain is astonishingly agile and capable of superhuman leaping. He has incorporated this into his fighting style, throwing himself high into the air and then descending upon an enemy to impale them. He can scale great heights with a series of jumps, and is experienced in safely landing from said great heights.
Possessions: One 2 by 3 foot locker, The helm, gloves, and shield of his dragoon armor, A Holy Lance (broken into three pieces), a wooden carving of Cecil and Rosa in a passionate embrace, a package with several (rather stale) pumpkin cookies, several handcrafted wooden lances, a handful of pamphlets detailing the contents of the tower, several hand-copied tower maps, a hi-potion, an elixir, very well-worn traveling clothes, several nutrition bars, a fair quantity of venison jerky, an assortment of rough iron and copper knives and swords.
Please provide three samples from your previous game, at least one will have to be third person with context:
Sample One: Kain awakens after spending time on his dead world.
Sample Two: Lancers gonna lance (AKA Kain and Diarmuid are stupid and heartbroken)
Sample Three: The dragoon has a sweet tooth.