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Alfhild Winterhold

"Just... leave me alone, alright?"

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a character in “Final Fantasy X: The After Wars”, as played by Chari

Description

ImageName: Alfhild Winterhold

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Aeon-Mark: Mark of Shiva

Class: White Monk into Black Belt

Job: Lifeguard at the beaches

Appearance: She is a petite girl, not at all what you would expect from a Monk. Her costume is considerably different from the picture, (which will be detailed later on), and her skin is far more tan, considering that she is both a lifeguard and a blitzer.
-Height: 5'1"
-Weight: Do you want to ask her?
-Eye Color: Yellow
-Hair Color: White

Armor: She wears what amounts to a two piece bathing suit as her base layer of clothing. It is a navy blue bordering on black, and skin-hugging enough that it shows off what little figure she has very well. The top piece is like a tank-top cut off right above the stomach, exposing a well toned (and tan) abdomen. The bottom half stretches from waist to knees, still very tight and fitting. Over the skimpy dress she wears light chain mail that covers essentially the same areas, and combat boots or sandals depending on what she is doing. Over everything she has a black and white fancy jacket that was once her father's. She always wears it open and loosely, using it more like a cape behinde rher than a jacket for warmth, even rolling up the sleeves for added comfort.

Weapon: Martial Knife - has a small chance of causing staggering
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Skills/Magic: Far Fist
Chakra
Counter

Overdrive: Heaven's Barrage- Alfhild hits the target up into the air, jumps up to deliver a few more, then smashes them back into the ground.

Personality: Alfhild is what her last name suggests; cold. People who don't know her think she is emotionless, and some people that do know her might agree. She doesn't get upset, angry, or sad, and neither does she become happy, playful, or joking. She regards the world with a frigid apathy that few can comprehend. Those that know her well enough think that she is really just repressing emotions, but why she would do that.

Bio: Alfhild, or just Al, was born in Besaid. When she was young, her parents would take her to blitzball games or to the park or out for walks. She was a happy little girl then, no different from anyone else minus her strage eye and hair coloration. Believe it or not, she wasn't mocked at all for those differences; adults thought it made her cute, kids thought it made her cool. When the Skyfall occurred, and the Malady appeared, she personally was left untouched. Until her father, a Black Belt, Fighter, and sometimes adventurer, decided it was his duty to combat the Malady. Al saw him of with a wide smile and a wave, to young to really understand what was going on. When he didn't come back in the next week, Al was confident he would come back the week after... or maybe the month after... or maybe a year after... After her father hadn't come back after a year and 4 months, she became withdrawn. Survivors of the Skyfall, especially children her age, started to whisper about her eyes and hair. She had no idea why until...

One day she was returning from blitzball when a group of Lucan refugees confronted her. They shouted at her, accused her of being a Sickness in human form, and then attack her. Using forms taught by her father, she defended herself until someone noticed what was going on and stepped into to help. An hour later. By the end of the fight, she was still standing, almost untouched, but her eyes had dimmed completely to the point they resembled frozen sap rather than the bright sun they had been when she was young. From that point on, she shut herself off from the rest of the world, from praise and insult, from friends and enemies alike. She did whatever her mother asked of her with no complaint or comment. She continued to blitz, but there was never any noticeable passion in her face. It all sights, it looked like she didn't care. But maybe she did. She started to learn and memorize all her father's old martial arts. He went to a new mechanist in town and had him make a special weapon that she could use in her fights. And whenever people around her spoke of the Malady, her cold eyes would grow colder. For all that it seemed that emotion had abandoned the girl completely, flashes of it still showed themselves once and awhile.

So begins...

Alfhild Winterhold's Story

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Sometimes I wish that I hadn't been born, at least not in Besaid. I'd have been happier being a refugee or just dead than to be accused of being a Sickness. The human race is disgusting. They fear what is not normal. They hate what is not the same. And so, I am feared and hated by refugees and other islanders alike. If only Malady had never appeared...

~ Alfhild Winterhold, White Monk



The waves washed gently onto the shores of Besaid, a sign of just how nice the weather was that day. It was gorgeous, just the right temperature for a swim in the ocean. This was partially why Alfhild Winterhold was on the beach that day; not to sample the surf, but to watch the swimmers. Even in the calmest of weather the seas can be dangerous, and Alfhild was known as one of the best swimmers (and blitzers) on the island. Right now she sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair that marked her position as lifeguard, watching both the swimmers and the sea itself, face devoid of emotion. It was her standard look, the one that everyone had seen since all those years ago after the 'incident,' something people still talked about to this day. Some, like her mother and her blitzball teammates, were quick to defend her, but that didn't stop the rumors flying about the white-haired Sickness in the form of a girl. The whispers dogged her everywhere she went.

"Al!" yelled a voice from the bottom of the chair. Stirring almost lazily, Alfhild looked down to see a fellow lifeguard whose name she could quite remember. Lala, maybe? She looked down as the girl continued, "You can go home for the day! The boss says it is a waste for such a good blitzer not to be practicing or at least swimming, and with this weather we don't need our best swimmer out either." Alfhild nodded once the climbed down the later. The "boss" was both the owner of the beach front she worked on and the owner of the blitz team she played for. The man was always doing things like this to try and give his team some advantage. Alfhild walked away from the beach and toward the blitz dome. Today was free day, and if the boss wanted her to practice, she could join a pickup team.

On her way into the city, she past by a group of people debating whether to avoid Malady or worship it. Alfhild's hand tightened momentarily before someone said, "The Light only aids those who open their own path." She had to repress a snort; any god out there didn't help you whether you made your own path or not. They just enjoyed watching people struggle futilely. As she began to leave, she saw something out of the corner of her eye; some woman showing a man a mark on her hand. She had to force herself to keep walking impassively; that mark sure looked like one she had seen recently. But it didn't matter. She continued on toward the blitzball stadium. It wasn't as if she had anything better to do than practice.

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Alfhild moved silently through the crowded blitz ball stadium, cutting through the people there with ease. No one there spared her a glance, which was fine with her. She liked not being seen, not being bothered. It only took her a minute or less to get into one of the changing rooms for a blitzball team. Ironically, she didn't need to change at all, considering she had just come from a job that was all about swimming. Still, she had to wait for everyone else on to change before she got drafted by one team or another. Soon, she was drafted onto a team really quickly (she was, after all, a rather well known player) and soon her team was out for a match. The unofficial rule was "winner stays on," so the team from the last match was still out and playing. She recognized one of their players as someone else who was in the league. This might be a challenge.

And suddenly, the game began. Alfhild grabbed the ball almost instantly and streaked toward the other goal. She was definitely faster than anyone else on the other team, and it showed in the way she darted around attempted tackles on her way to the goal. She didn't take a shot, however; instead, she opted to pass it back to one of her teammates then dart to a better place to shoot or pass. Normally she would have taken the shot, but the other league member was a respected defender, and he had been in the way. No reason to chance a shot yet.

Unfortunately, the goalie had been able to stop her teammate's shot, and the other team was already starting to go down the field. Alfhild darted down after them. She was definitely the fastest player on the field, and so she was in perfect position to intercept the and throw it back to a straggler from her team still in good offensive position. He looked surprised to get the ball, but he took a shot after a moment, and this time, the goalie was not ready. The ball hit the back of the triangular goal, and a horn sounded for the goal. And from then on, it was all Alfhild's team. The defender was good, but they just didn't have anyone that could stop Alfhild's speed. She was susceptible to tackles, but no on was fast enough tackle her, so she was able to do almost whatever she wanted on the field, and the same was true in the next game, and the one after that. She had to call it quite after those games, so she went into the changing room to dry off and then started to leave the stadium. She wanted to get home to make sure her mother was still okay.

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Kries blinked and looked over at Valence, slightly confused at the question. "Erm..." Kries hesitated, "I just go out to the outskirts of the village. There are plenty of trees and everything there, and I am not bothering anybody." But as he finished, it dawned on Kries what Valence must have meant. He was a hunter in the village after all, why would he not go and hunt Sickness? It was obvious, and now Kries was suggesting that they just shoot at trees. He felt kinda like an idiot now. Here was an experienced hunter, and Kries was suggesting target practice.

Well, nothing that Kries could really do now. He really couldn't take the words back out of his mouth, and really, he didn't want to. He didn't want to go hunting Sickness, nor did he think he was really ready for it. But maybe he could get something out of this target practice. He could see how Valence shot, and see how he stacked up. He could really see how much he had improved since he began to shoot machina.

The pair walked and Kries tried (and largely failed) to make small talk as he led them to the outskirts of the village, to Kries' normal training grounds. As they arrived Kries gave a small 'Here we are" as he examined the trees that marked the entrance to the jungle. Kries hesitated a minute and walked forward to one of the nearer trees, and put his hand on the bark. The tree was fairly large, it would allow Kries to sight in more, and be able to give more feedback on his shots, as he should be able to consistantly his a tree that was as big around as about his armspan.

Kries thrned and took fifteen measured paces then turned to face the tree, pulling out his machina, and examining it for a second. Then he racked it back and unloaded the gun, placing the clip inside one of his jacket poackets. This was a habit that Kries had for before he started his practice. In the beginning, Kries had a lot of trouble loading his machina and making sure it was clear. So before every firing drill he always did a speed run on loading a fresh magazine into the chamber then unloading as soon as he was out.

Kries racked the chamber forward and holstered his empty gun once more. he then took a deep breath and flipped the switch in his head. He drew his pistol and transferred it to his left hand as his right hand dashed into his jacket poket, retreiving a magazine he swapped hands quickly and racked the chamber back and loaded in the magazine. He locked the chamber forward again and then took sight at the tree.

And unloaded his clip. After ten shots, Kries stopped pulling the trigger and racked the chamber back, and slid out the empty magazine, letting it fall to the ground.

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Issac pushed himself up on his spear as the blitz game ended. That was quite thrilling, people here were good. Well, guess you could expect it, with the hot weather and all the water around. This place would be like a blitz paradise. He would have to be sure to come back here often. It looked like pickup games were pretty frequent from this, which was always nice.

Issac made his way among the crowd back down into the tunnels, and began to make his way around. Well, guess he should get going for the village proper, but he probably should introduce himself around first. He was a freeloader looking for a house right now, and hell, who koew what houses had space for a working guest. Probably none with all of the refugees that were coming around Besaid these days but it was worth a shot. He never counted on his luck but, maybe this once he could get lucky.

Issac made his way to the entrance of the Blitzball stadium. The manager (His first target) was already talking with someone else about the blitz stadium. It looked like he was setting up a tournament of some kind, because the guy already had loads of paperwork with him. Well, guess the manager was going to be busy for a while, so chatting him up wasn't really an option.

Eh. Guess he really didn't have good luck. It looked like the guys he had seen playing Blitz had decided to stay too, since he could see none of them, and really didn't want to be a creepy stranger saying "Hi, I'm new."

Although that may be fun to do to other people just for the reaction.

Soon though, he saw a head of white hair bobbing through the lobby. "Huh... white hair. That's odd, hardly see that around." Issac thought to himself. And then it dawned on him. that girl he had seen during the game, the really quick one, had white hair. And the height looked about right too.

Well time to go introduce himself.

Issac tried to make his way through the oncoming rush of people toward the white hair. But felt himself only falling further and further behind. Issac sighed and continued to fight his way through until he was outside, and then he stopped, his spear at his side. "Pardon me folks." he said as he stuck the butt of the spear out in front of him, creating a small clear area in front of him.

He took a hop forward

And then planted his spear into the ground, using it to vault high up into the air, and over the crowd in front of the stadium, landing next to the less crowded path. Ignoring the stares he was getting, he scanned again for the white hair, and waited as it approached his direction. Seeing the girl, Issac walked up to her. "Hey there! I just watched the game. You were playing right? The quick one?" Issac said cheerfully as he walked backwards in front of the girl, once again, using his spear as a walking stick.

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Alfhild cut through the crowd again with practiced ease on her way home. Normally, she could make it the entire way home and not be stopped or disturbed, but today that was different. She noticed a disturbance in the crowd. She turned to see a man forcing his way through the crowd straight toward her. By the time she had decided she was going to disappear back into the crowd, the man was already in front of her. Too late to leave now.

"Hey there! I just watched the game. You were playing right? The quick one?" he asked once he got close enough. Her face showed no emotion at the strange address. The same was true of her monotone, monosyllabic response of, "Yes." On the inside she wondered why the man was talking to her, and wondered if she could escape without too many people's attention being drawn. She didn't want to be pointed out again. Bad things had happened every time.

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Kries looked to the tree that Valence shot, looking at the incredible grouping that he produced. Then he looked back to his own tree, and his own grouping, which was not bad, but much worse comparing to Vanence's. His grouping at fifteen paces produced, from what Kries could tell, a spread of what looked like about a foot to a foot and a quarter circle. Except for one shot that Kries noticed he pushed a bit high, but that could easily be fixed, he knew what happened there.

"Sorry" he said to the hunter "I... don't go hunting. I just shoot when I can to make sure I could use this when necessary. If you want, you could go out to find Sickness to hunt... but I think I'll just stay here practicing regardless."

Kries reached down and picked up his empty magazine on the ground, stuffing it into one of his pockets. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out another clip and lammed it home. He took aim at a tree downrange and fired, then swiveled his body to target another tree, and alternated for that clip.

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Issac blinked at the... brief response. What had he done to piss her off? Normally girls were only that untalkative when they wanted to hit something. Which he was never fond of being on the recieving end of. But then again, right now he was a relative stranger, so he should probably be safe.

"Erm..." Issac said as he realized that this girl had no intentions of saying anything further. "Well then. Erm. You headed back to the village? Miss... Oh right, how rude of me. Never got around to introducing myself. I'm Issac, Issac Ettore." By this point, Issac had stopped walking in front of the girl and now measured his steps as he walked along beside her.

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"Alfhild Winterhold," she told the man in the same monotone voice as always. She still had no idea what he wanted, but she figured he was getting around to it. He seemed rather friendly to, and it was rare for strangers to be like that towards her nowadays. Well, he had been watching he while she was playing blitzball. She figured it was worth a shot to ask if he was one too. "Blitzer?" she put out cautiously, only for a scream from someone to rend the air.

Alfhild whirled around to see a flying sickness swooping down at a woman in the street. The woman fell over backwards, luckily making the sickness miss and soar back up to the sky. Almost without thought, Alfhild charged toward where the sickness had been attacking. Looking upward, she saw that there were numerous flying sickness just waiting to attack. She cocked back a fist, then thrust it toward the sickness, saying in the same monotone voice, "Far Fist." A number of the sickness recoiled as they were hit by her attack, the turned to charge toward her. She got into a stance to fight. Maybe she could finally prove that she wasn't a sickness herself.