We have been called elementals, summons, aeons, and guardian forces. We are not much different from them, merely beings with greater longevity and exponentially increased levels of power.
We decide whom to aid. It is our choice who we serve. We call no one master or mistress. At least, not until they prove themselves.
They think that, as our powers can sometimes be based on what they call elements, we must be opposed to one another as their 'elements' seem to. Quite the contrary. We all at least try to get along, which is more than they can say.
Shiva seems cold and unapproachable. She is merely picky in who she befriends. Very few in all of eternity have fully gained her trust. Most of those who have, have also the title of 'Guardian Force.' Of the mortals, only two have that status. The one they called 'Hyne,' and the one who carries her now. Even she is not certain how he won her so completely.
Quezacotl is full of energy and joy. In all of her years, she has never once behaved in a pessimistic, or even calm manner. She trusts a little more easily than Shiva, but still, few have gained it that lie among the mortals. Again, the one called 'Hyne' and her bearer.
Ifrit, though he may seem to be violent and brash, is actually quite calm and peaceful. It is only when his ire is raised that he becomes dangerous. He and Shiva and Siren are very good friends, and think it quite humorous to see the mortals' faces when they converse amicably within their skulls. His is not a matter of winning trust, but of winning respect. Thus far, the only mortal to have won his is his current bearer, as he only agreed to this binding of servitude to the mortals for the sake of his friends.
The Brothers are loyal to one another like no other in this world. They give their loyalty to those who have defeated them, and therefore all of the children currently traveling with their bearer are enveloped in their veil of loyal servitude.
Siren charms those around her out of necessity. She draws hearts, minds, and souls out of her own inherent loneliness. She will trust implicitly, but loves very few. Aside from us, her brethren, she has only come to care for two. The one who bears her, and the mortal boy who seems as lonely as she.
Diablos is always assumed to be coldhearted and evil, when in fact he is one of the kindest among us. He merely tests those who would have his aid. Among the numbers tested, few have passed. In fact, it was only recently that someone actually managed to cause him enough damage for him to wish to offer aid. So, in trade, he has offered them the greatest kindness for mortals, the opportunity to travel without the intrusion of the wandering creatures that fall with the Lunar Cry that is our reason for even allowing them to touch us.
Doomtrain is among the most feared, as she can almost destroy those she is called against with her mere presence. She slides through their essences and creates anomalies the likes of which they rarely survive. Few can stand her in their minds, so she takes to those who can quite easily. There has only been one person comfortable with her, and that is who currently holds her.
Carbuncle is trusting to the point that she will accept anyone. She helps all who ask, and will deny only those who actually harm her. Her nature is quite giving and she has only once met her match in the mortal realm. The child who recently "Junctioned" her as they call it, has a heart that is as open and free, and the two are quite happily protecting their traveling companions.
Pandemonium has a pretentious name, and it quite suits his nature. He is much the blowhard, as his methods of dealing with his bearer's adversaries suggest. He is quite full of himself as well, among other things... But within all that bluster and hot air is one whose heart is in the right place after all. Few realize that he enjoys Bahamut's company and she his, but the child who holds a place for him in their mind seems to have, and carries both.
Bahamut, unlike her beau, is very down to earth, for a flying creature. She is serious, and easy to understand, as she does not speak in a flowery manner, but in one that is extremely concise. She hates Tiamat with a vengeance, which is returned wholeheartedly on the other winged wonder's part.
Tonberry, or more properly, The King of Tonberries, is humble for one of his station. But that comes by nature of what he is. He stands among the loneliest of creatures on this planet, for Tonberries, even though they do fall with the rest of the creatures, are not by nature vicious or cruel entities. Well, not to the other wild creatures anyway...
Cactuar is friendly, hyperactive, and enthusiastic, once you get to know him. Until then, he's rather... prickly. He runs faster than he thinks and tends to hurl thousands of his spikes at those who anger him. Few survive that.
Cerberus is a slightly difficult creature to get along with. He's got his ups and downs, and bites, and growls, but right in his middle, he's a friendly sort. You just have to work your way through the rest, and calm his two other heads down. Once you rouse his protective nature, he's something to behold. But that takes effort that most aren't willing to try doing. There are humans, though, that have reached his kindhearted interior. Ironically enough, one of them has as prickly a nature as cactuar.
Leviathan is slow to change, but she will make an effort, if she feels that the ends are worth the trouble. Only three in all of time have caused her to change. The one they called 'Hyne' caused her to accept that she would not always be free, the one who carries Shiva allowed her to see that coldness is not always the way to go, and the one who carries her now provides a happy medium. Happy for them both.
Alexander does not make it easy for one to understand him, nor does he try overly much to understand others. He sees things very much in the absolutes of black and white, light and dark, and wishes to eliminate any examples of 'evil,' not caring if that evil exists within what is a good person's core. So he can only get along with those who believe as much in the absolutes as he does. Though there are none with that distinction, he has encountered someone as hardheaded as he that can control, at least in part, his urges to wipe darkness from the planet completely. Needless to say, he and Diablos do not care for one another.
Odin was never one for standing still. He refused to be bound to any one person, and respected even fewer. Begrudgingly, he allowed a group of people to guide him from place to place, in battle. He would only aid them if he felt the desire to intervene, or better yet, to interfere. Sadly, he did not always choose good times for such decisions.
Gilgamesh purposely chooses to be enigmatic in nature. He does not allow himself to be bound, but there are people who have earned his respect. They may have done so due to their association with Odin, whom Gilgamesh could not stand, but did hold respect for. He follows them, much in the manner that Odin did, but seems better equipped for defending himself than Odin was.
Tiamat is one of the most difficult to understand, and also one of the least likely to befriend any human of all of us. Except for, perhaps the one who can handle Cerberus, but they will never know, as she preferred to battle against them rather than with them for the sole purpose of trying to destroy Bahamut. Perhaps, someday, the two sisters will reconcile, and perhaps on the same day, Alexander and Diablos will become friends...
Eden, nearly the oldest of us, is also the strangest of us. As she is so old, she finds it necessary to feed off of the creatures her bearers combat every so often. Those mortals find it odd, which is understandable, but to their credit, they attempt to conform to her wishes. She knows their minds' inner workings better than they do, and therefore was quite adamant in her choice of them. The surprise on the child's face was quite humorous to the others, as they had never expected such a thing either.
Griever is the most elusive of us, according to the mortals. Few have even heard of her, and fewer have seen her. Those humans that have, found themselves in dire straits just trying to survive her attacks. But once they defeated her and the witch "sorceress" that forced her assistance, she quickly spoke to one of those children and whispered to him that she would aid those who truly needed her if the traveled the path to seek her.
But the mortals know not of most of our kind. Those that have agreed to be bound to them are among the vast minority. We live alongside them without their ever knowing of us. Ofttimes we laugh at their reactions to tricks pulled on them by the more mischievous of our people. Perhaps these young humans that have gained the trust, respect, and love of our bound family members will earn that of some of the rest of us.
We decide whom to aid. It is our choice who we serve. We call no one master or mistress. At least, not until they prove themselves.
They think that, as our powers can sometimes be based on what they call elements, we must be opposed to one another as their 'elements' seem to. Quite the contrary. We all at least try to get along, which is more than they can say.
Shiva seems cold and unapproachable. She is merely picky in who she befriends. Very few in all of eternity have fully gained her trust. Most of those who have, have also the title of 'Guardian Force.' Of the mortals, only two have that status. The one they called 'Hyne,' and the one who carries her now. Even she is not certain how he won her so completely.
Quezacotl is full of energy and joy. In all of her years, she has never once behaved in a pessimistic, or even calm manner. She trusts a little more easily than Shiva, but still, few have gained it that lie among the mortals. Again, the one called 'Hyne' and her bearer.
Ifrit, though he may seem to be violent and brash, is actually quite calm and peaceful. It is only when his ire is raised that he becomes dangerous. He and Shiva and Siren are very good friends, and think it quite humorous to see the mortals' faces when they converse amicably within their skulls. His is not a matter of winning trust, but of winning respect. Thus far, the only mortal to have won his is his current bearer, as he only agreed to this binding of servitude to the mortals for the sake of his friends.
The Brothers are loyal to one another like no other in this world. They give their loyalty to those who have defeated them, and therefore all of the children currently traveling with their bearer are enveloped in their veil of loyal servitude.
Siren charms those around her out of necessity. She draws hearts, minds, and souls out of her own inherent loneliness. She will trust implicitly, but loves very few. Aside from us, her brethren, she has only come to care for two. The one who bears her, and the mortal boy who seems as lonely as she.
Diablos is always assumed to be coldhearted and evil, when in fact he is one of the kindest among us. He merely tests those who would have his aid. Among the numbers tested, few have passed. In fact, it was only recently that someone actually managed to cause him enough damage for him to wish to offer aid. So, in trade, he has offered them the greatest kindness for mortals, the opportunity to travel without the intrusion of the wandering creatures that fall with the Lunar Cry that is our reason for even allowing them to touch us.
Doomtrain is among the most feared, as she can almost destroy those she is called against with her mere presence. She slides through their essences and creates anomalies the likes of which they rarely survive. Few can stand her in their minds, so she takes to those who can quite easily. There has only been one person comfortable with her, and that is who currently holds her.
Carbuncle is trusting to the point that she will accept anyone. She helps all who ask, and will deny only those who actually harm her. Her nature is quite giving and she has only once met her match in the mortal realm. The child who recently "Junctioned" her as they call it, has a heart that is as open and free, and the two are quite happily protecting their traveling companions.
Pandemonium has a pretentious name, and it quite suits his nature. He is much the blowhard, as his methods of dealing with his bearer's adversaries suggest. He is quite full of himself as well, among other things... But within all that bluster and hot air is one whose heart is in the right place after all. Few realize that he enjoys Bahamut's company and she his, but the child who holds a place for him in their mind seems to have, and carries both.
Bahamut, unlike her beau, is very down to earth, for a flying creature. She is serious, and easy to understand, as she does not speak in a flowery manner, but in one that is extremely concise. She hates Tiamat with a vengeance, which is returned wholeheartedly on the other winged wonder's part.
Tonberry, or more properly, The King of Tonberries, is humble for one of his station. But that comes by nature of what he is. He stands among the loneliest of creatures on this planet, for Tonberries, even though they do fall with the rest of the creatures, are not by nature vicious or cruel entities. Well, not to the other wild creatures anyway...
Cactuar is friendly, hyperactive, and enthusiastic, once you get to know him. Until then, he's rather... prickly. He runs faster than he thinks and tends to hurl thousands of his spikes at those who anger him. Few survive that.
Cerberus is a slightly difficult creature to get along with. He's got his ups and downs, and bites, and growls, but right in his middle, he's a friendly sort. You just have to work your way through the rest, and calm his two other heads down. Once you rouse his protective nature, he's something to behold. But that takes effort that most aren't willing to try doing. There are humans, though, that have reached his kindhearted interior. Ironically enough, one of them has as prickly a nature as cactuar.
Leviathan is slow to change, but she will make an effort, if she feels that the ends are worth the trouble. Only three in all of time have caused her to change. The one they called 'Hyne' caused her to accept that she would not always be free, the one who carries Shiva allowed her to see that coldness is not always the way to go, and the one who carries her now provides a happy medium. Happy for them both.
Alexander does not make it easy for one to understand him, nor does he try overly much to understand others. He sees things very much in the absolutes of black and white, light and dark, and wishes to eliminate any examples of 'evil,' not caring if that evil exists within what is a good person's core. So he can only get along with those who believe as much in the absolutes as he does. Though there are none with that distinction, he has encountered someone as hardheaded as he that can control, at least in part, his urges to wipe darkness from the planet completely. Needless to say, he and Diablos do not care for one another.
Odin was never one for standing still. He refused to be bound to any one person, and respected even fewer. Begrudgingly, he allowed a group of people to guide him from place to place, in battle. He would only aid them if he felt the desire to intervene, or better yet, to interfere. Sadly, he did not always choose good times for such decisions.
Gilgamesh purposely chooses to be enigmatic in nature. He does not allow himself to be bound, but there are people who have earned his respect. They may have done so due to their association with Odin, whom Gilgamesh could not stand, but did hold respect for. He follows them, much in the manner that Odin did, but seems better equipped for defending himself than Odin was.
Tiamat is one of the most difficult to understand, and also one of the least likely to befriend any human of all of us. Except for, perhaps the one who can handle Cerberus, but they will never know, as she preferred to battle against them rather than with them for the sole purpose of trying to destroy Bahamut. Perhaps, someday, the two sisters will reconcile, and perhaps on the same day, Alexander and Diablos will become friends...
Eden, nearly the oldest of us, is also the strangest of us. As she is so old, she finds it necessary to feed off of the creatures her bearers combat every so often. Those mortals find it odd, which is understandable, but to their credit, they attempt to conform to her wishes. She knows their minds' inner workings better than they do, and therefore was quite adamant in her choice of them. The surprise on the child's face was quite humorous to the others, as they had never expected such a thing either.
Griever is the most elusive of us, according to the mortals. Few have even heard of her, and fewer have seen her. Those humans that have, found themselves in dire straits just trying to survive her attacks. But once they defeated her and the witch "sorceress" that forced her assistance, she quickly spoke to one of those children and whispered to him that she would aid those who truly needed her if the traveled the path to seek her.
But the mortals know not of most of our kind. Those that have agreed to be bound to them are among the vast minority. We live alongside them without their ever knowing of us. Ofttimes we laugh at their reactions to tricks pulled on them by the more mischievous of our people. Perhaps these young humans that have gained the trust, respect, and love of our bound family members will earn that of some of the rest of us.