Description
Kefka has the appearance of an outlandish jester, he wears peid (multi-colored) clothing which has the appearance of a mis-matched combination of stripes and polka-dots. He has a red and white striped ruffle around his neck and a red cloak with a yellow and red inner lining. Kefka always wears white make-up all over his face and hands and wears complementing red make-up around his eyes. He has long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail accentuated by a feather.
Once Kefka transforms however, his skin turns purple and wears nothing but a red loincloth. He is much more muscular in this form and the only remnants of Kefka's former appearance is his ponytail with the feather and his his wicked smile which looks like a glasgow smile now. Another notable change in his appearance is the addition of six wings, enabling him to fly, four of which look angelic while the last two, take on the resemblance of bat-wings.
Personality
To put it quite clearly, Kefka is Insane. He is manical, short-tempered, flamboyant, destructive, and cruel. He has complete disregard for human life and shows absolutely no remorse. In fact he rather enjoys the pain and suffering he inflicts upon everyone. He often cracks dark jokes when performing his dirty deeds. This lack of empathy towards anything eventually transforms Kefka from a psychopath to a nihilistic megalomaniac. This radical view of life is stemed, not only from his insanity but also from his hatred of virtually everything. The only things Kefka actually likes is the destruction and chaos he creates and himself, as he too suffers from narcissism.
Equipment
Thanks to Magitek, he has the ability to wield and create magic. He has the ability to transform and once he does, he virtually has absolute control over any and all magic, yet in Valhalla his god-like power is gone but still has a variety of magical abilities, including his signature spell Forsaken, which is still his strongest spell, even though its power has significantly decreased.
History
Kefka wasn't always insane, he was prominent memeber of the Gestahlian Court, once he was nominated to become the first experimental Magitek Knight however, gave him fantastic magical power at the cost of his own sanity. From their on out Kefka walks down a path of wanton destruction as he consumes the powers of the Espers, eventually raising the Floating Continent where he would awaken the Warring Triad and drain them of their powers making him a god. One year later, however Kefka would be defeated by Celes and the Returners. Kefka dissappears along with all of the magic from their world, yet as he dies he returns in Valhalla. From here Kefka's previous god-like status is no more but he still retains his transformation and most of his magical abilities, except for the Light of Judgement and his other godly abilities to absorb magic and bestow magic and reality warping. He can no longer perform Ultima, create monsters, and his own spell Forsaken has a modest reduction of its former power.
So begins...
As, if awakening from a deep slumber, Kefka comes down with a crash atop a building. "OW!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he quickly sprang up like a rabbit. "Who placed this building here!?" "No...who placed ME here?" Kefka pondered as he rubbed his head and looked around. "This definitely isn't my tower," talking to himself, "whatever this place is...erm." Kefka paced about the top of the skyscraper as he saw the gigantic tower with the pillar of light shining down upon it. "Alright I don't remember any huge towers with light coming out of it!" "So this definitely were I do not belong." "Oh what happened... I remember..." Kefka deep in his thoughts remembers his final moments, "NOO!!!" "I died!?" "HOW?!" Kefka grew angry and in that anger he casted a spell, "FIRAGA!" The skyscraper bursted into fire as the top pratically exploded.
Kefka then drifted down to the top of a nearby building as he turns around examines his work. "Ah!" He let out a long breath. "Now a little destruction is all I needed and to make things better hundreds of people are burning as I speak." Kefka smiled with wicked glee as he perked up his ears to hear screams of agony. But to his displeasure no voices can be heard. "What!? "You would think people have the curteousy to acknowledege their pain!" "Or have I lost my hearing too!?" Kefka's hearing was not the problem as he can perfectly make out the sounds of the fire burning every little thing that cromprises the top half of the building, the problem is nobody's there. "Oh...what a waste...nobody's home." Almost sulking he turned to look down into the street. "Not even innocent bystanders looking on in shock and fear either?" "Where is everybody!?" Kefka wondered as he looked back at the huge tower. "Well the lights on over there, so somebody must be home." With that Kefka decided to head for the tower in search for any signs of life.
Kefka sat upon a rooftop his feet dangling off the side as he watched more and more people enter the tower with the pillar of light shining down upon it. "Uwe he he he....As usual Kefka your just so brilliant!" "I knew people had to live here!" "But I didn't expect to see so many." "First it was that over-grown bird that flew into the balcanoy, then there were two little girls, one of them almost reminded me of Terra...hm." "Now this guy dressed in black with the long hair is wandering up into the tower." "Heheheheeee....ooooh this is getting exciting!" "Maybe I should enter as well?" "Then again there are alot of people and who knows they all could be enemies." "Oh decisions, decisions....what am I ever going to do?" Kefka shrugged as he gave a wicked smile.
"Anyway I bet all of them are not welcomed, one of them is bound to be thrown out!" "WAIT!" "Why sit here and wait, when I can sneak in and watch...maybe I can see some glorious destruction while I'm at it." "Yet, waiting is boring...eh...why not, if I have to blow up the entire building!" With that Kefka, descended from his perch and decided to sneak into the tower from the back.
Kefka
Kefka was more than overjoyed at the sudden rashness of the woman. She began to attack the One-Winged Warrior with brilliant frenzy. The Silver-Haired Guy parried the blows with great finesse. Yet, while Kefka found the action amusing it just wasn't destructive enough. This was a controlled frenzy, despite the aggression. Also the words of the Crimson Warrior did little to help quell Kefka's boredom. Why not brandish your weapons!? Preposterous! Any excuse is good enough to begin fighting but not everyone is so...liberated.
Kefka noticed though that the man did want to fight this Genesis and well the woman was in the way. Kefka placed on a devilish grin as he thought he might as well aid in this fight. "FIRE!" He shouted a launched a fireball but it spontaneous spilt into four smaller balls. Each fireball hit the arch the lead from this room to the balcony. The fire exploded on impact. Soon apart of the ceiling came crashing down separating Fang and Yuna from Sephiroth and Genesis. "No need to thank me pal!" "Just pay it forward next time!" Kefka manically laughed as he jumped from his hiding spot, revealing himself to Sephiroth and Genesis. "Don't mind me, continue on with your fun!" "But if you want to tag me in, I won't object!" Kefka chuckled.
