FOR REFERENCE
Shirley's level is 82
Her HP is 5843
Her TP (MP) is 678
tbh I forget what she has equipped and all, sob, I need to beat the game again. ANGELIC QUILL I know that much. But anyway, Shirley's eres, stolen from GameFAQs.
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That probably didn't freak anyone out because I'm doing this one on Shirley's LJ and no one would give a shit if I dropped her. DESPITE THAT, SHE IS NOT AN ENDANGERED SPECIES.
READ FURTHERRRRR.
( I'm skipping the IC part of this meme because I always end up saying the same things anyway )
* Hyde and Francis - Team UK
Shirley and Remy - Team China
Maria and Usopp - Team Japan
* Sera and Matthew - Team Canada
Laguna and Riku - Team Korea
* Itachi and Feliciano - Team Italy
Age: 15
Birthday: 3/5
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 90 lbs
Zodiac: Pisces
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Level: 82
HP: 5843
MP: 678
( MOAR )
Series: Tales of Legendia
Age: 15
Canon: You're not gonna need a bigger boat. Tales of Legendia takes place on the Legacy, a ship the size of a country and the stage for an epic drama of angry gods, racial tensions, human experimentation, mass hallucination, Chosen Ones, lesbian subtext, traps, and boob jokes. Into many of those categories falls Shirley Fennes, the Chosen One of her race and avatar of the world's Sea God. The events of the game follow Shirley's slow progress from "sickly damsel in distress" to "holy crap that Jesus is breathing fire," and finally to a well-adjusted, happy, caring, strong-willed compromise between the two. Shirley grows into an able leader and diplomat and a powerful fighter, and she learns what it means to make friends and reach out to people who need a little help realizing that they all want to live in peace.
Being a sheltered, lonely teenage girl with the weight of the future on her shoulders has left Shirley a bit awkward socially and with a lot on her mind, but the support and love of the people around her have allowed her to overcome her fears and face the world with hope. As good as she is at connecting with people and preaching the way of peace and friendship, and as fully as she's come to accept herself and her responsibilities, she is still a teenage girl who worries about boys, her friends, and her figure. Saving the world? Been there, done that. Remembering what not to say out loud, wondering why that buxom woman is in her crush's bed, and hoping she'll someday join the ranks of the fabled B cup? Now, therein lies the real challenge.
Sample Post:
Phew... okay. You can do this, Shirley. Just be brave.
Miss Director, please... I have something to say. I know that the brochure says I should submit any complaints I might have, in writing, to Garbage Disposal 3-C, immediately to my left after climbing through the rear window of the mess hall. But I hope you can make an exception for me just this once, because it's a little hard to write down what I want to say with these, um, tentacles wrapped around my wrists, and I can't really get to the mess hall while I'm being suspended over the lake like this. Your poor water... I can hear it crying.
It's okay, because I don't want to complain. All I want is for you to listen. You don't have to reply, and you don't have to change your mind. I know you have reasons for your feelings. I have reasons for my feelings, too, and I want to explain them to you, if you can hear me. Ahh... I don't know what "New England style" and "Manhattan style" mean, or why your people would fight so much over it that they'd... r-rip each other's arms off. But I think it has something to do with me and that big pot of boiling potatoes over there, so I'm going to start hurryingupalittle and please... please, hear me out.
I wanted to tell you that I know how you feel. You lost the person you love, and you're lashing out in revenge. I'm so sorry... you've been left alone all this time with so much uncertainty and so much hate. What happened to him was wrong, and you feel a responsibility to him, to finally lay him to rest and find the peace that someone stole from you. And... I think you're keeping us all here so you don't have to feel so alone anymore. But you're wrong. Happiness does not come from hate, and the dead can never rest as long as you embrace it. He loved you, and he would not want you to honor his memory by living a life of fear and pain. Letting go of your vengeance and walking forward into the future is not a betrayal of him. He would want you, when you meet again on the other side, to smile at him with a heart that remembers how to love. He would want you to have freed yourself from the burden of this loneliness.
He... he wants you to be happy. I want you to be happy, too. I want you to let these campers go and begin building your future - because you are not alone, I promise you. It may feel that way sometimes, but there are people who understand and love you, always. None of us are alone.
...
...Ahhh, um, and speaking of that... well, maybe this should wait, but as long as I'm on the subject... there are certain times when, um, maybe it's - better for people to be alone. Like... in the shower... I'd really appreciate it if those guards weren't always standing outside. And inside. And... in the next stall over. And sometimes -
R-right! I'm sorry. This wasn't really a good time to bring that up. Thank you for listening. I know that change doesn't happen overnight, and our feelings are complicated. But I... whew! Thank you so much. It's nice to have my feet on the ground again! I was getting a little worried about that lake. You know, your water... okay, yeah, in writing.
Can anyone give me directions to the rear window?
(( VOTIN'S HYAH ))
I'm probably going to end up just like . . . telling the story of Shirley's world, and the story of Shirley's journey as the Merines, and her powers and such. Which mean this is going to be spoilery as hell. It'll basically spoil the entire Main Quest for you (but since the Character Quests--the second half of the game--aren't really related to the same aspect of the world's mythology, this will probably be free of spoilers for them). Legendia is a game that relies on both awesome characters/development AND zomg shocking plot twists, so it's up to you if you want to read this if you plan on ever playing the game. Some of the spoilers in here are things that hit you really fucking hard when you get to them in the game ("Oh my god, THAT'S why xxxx? Ouch.") so proceed with caution if you want to play someday and preserve that emotional turmoil! :Dd
The fact that Shirley is the Merines and a brief definition of what the Merines is, however, aren't really spoilers (you find that out in like Chapter 2 or so), so I'll recap it outside the cut when I'm done. Also, I'm doing this mostly from memory, and the game is chock full of exposition and mythology, so if I get something wrong or leave it out, kick me and I'll correct!
( but first: THE SPOILERY TALE OF THE FERINES AND ORENINES )
. . . I TOLD YOU THERE WAS A LOT OF MYTHOLOGY AND BACKSTORY IN LEGENDIA ;; I-I'm so tired, I'm going to have to finish this tomorrow. XD So that's Part One. Part Two actually won't be as long because it'll just cover the actual events of the Main Quest. I just wanted to get the history of the Ferines and Orerines down somewhere for my own reference, and to help explain the MQ and what happens to Shirley during it, as well as the origin of her powers/the meaning of her destiny as the Merines. MORE TOMORROW. T^Td uwaaaaah
Series: Tales of Legendia
Age: 15
Canon: (contains spoilers for the main quest) Tales of Legendia is an RPG story of undying trust and friendship, of hope and humanity--of, ultimately, retards with magical powers. One of these, Shirley Fennes, slowly overcomes a sheltered, lonely existence to become a strong-willed and good-hearted leader. She is the Merines, the chosen one of the People of the Water. After the main quest, Shirley finds herself acting as a diplomat between them and the People of the Land, although she spends most of her time living with the land race and helping her adoptive brother/not-boyfriend, Senel Coolidge, exterminate the monsters that plague the countryside. (A proper Merines needs to level up!)
She is, for the most part, dignified, understanding, forgiving, and kind. She has a commanding presence when she needs it, although she is still shy and socially awkward at times. Around her friends she is also dorky, insecure, girlish, and plenty capable of teasing. All the girl really wants is world peace and understanding--but that doesn't mean she's not capable of putting up a fight, using special pens to cast powerful magic in battle.
Shirley is being taken from the end of the game. Note: The Oresoren are a race of anthropomorphic, scallop-loving otters.
Sample Post:
First, I want to thank you all so much for your hospitality and patience. My responsibilities are still new to me, but I know that we can learn together. Actually, when I heard that this camp was called Seafood, I was expecting it to be an Oresoren village, but when I asked where I could find the otters, I got only questioning looks, and someone offered me a strange fuzzy costume to wear. It's very cute, but I'm sorry, I'm comfortable in my own armor. I just don't think I'm a "furry" kind of girl!
But I don't want to focus on our past mistakes. I want to think about solutions! You've spent a lot of time fighting over your differences, and it's hard to set hatred aside. You may ask yourself, "Can I really call someone Brother when they have gray skin? Two fingers? Three ears?" I don't think they're all his, but that itself is a difference between us... I'm not going to tell you it's easy. But where has the fighting gotten you? Don't we all, living or undead, share a home here? We may never really get along. But even if we're different, we are all walking...limping, lurching, slithering, crawling, and...dragging ourselves...into the future together. We need to face forward, with our heads held high!
...Um, but. That may have been a little too high. Just on top of your shoulders is high enough, as long as you keep your chin up. No, I didn't mean...I think I need to consider my wording more carefully in the future.
A-as you can see, even though we're still trying very hard to understand each other, the zombies are willing to make an effort for peace. Like any race of people, when you take the time to reach out to them, they'll take the time to reach out to you, too. Um, let go, please. They may seem backwards to us, especially when they put their heads on facing the wrong direction. But these people understand something: that it doesn't matter whether or not our hearts are beating, and it doesn't matter whether we live on land or in the water. The People of the Water, too, are extending the hand of peace, even in this very camp--
...That. That isn't a hand...
S-stay back, please, and don't make me fight you! The pen is mightier than the tentacle!
(( voting went where? voting went here. ))
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