Brogan Rygard
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Background Information
Brogan Allisire Rygard was born on July 8th to the prestigeous Rygard Family of the Galbadian Upper Class. His father, Meric Rygard, was a respected court judge, whom rarely had time to spend with his only child. Though, he tried whenever he could manage to get away from his newest case. Brogan spent most of his youth being raised by his endearing mother, Cassandra, at their vast manor in the bluffs of the country's luxurious outer territories. Far away from the hustle and bustle of places like Deling City. Many days the boy would enjoy just lounging about on the grassy acres of his family's estate, taking in the cooling breeze as it rushed over the emerald hills around him. Brogan's life was fortunate. He had all the riches and luxuries a child could've wished for, and long ago, he made a conscience promise to never take it for granted.
Exile/ History at Balamb Garden
When Brogan turned fifteen, he began his studies of the law. Meric always secretly planned for his son to follow in his footsteps by enlisting to the aid of justice. Brogan didn't mind it, like his father he possessed a strong conviction to help those in need. But unlike Meric, Brogan saw flaws in the system he was asked to learn. There were too many holes for tyrants and other scum of the world to escape through only to terrorize the peaceful another day.
It was about this time that Brogan began to take interest in Balamb Garden, a military university established for the training of young mercenaries, and an establishment which held a better reputation than Galbadia's own Garden. He knew that only by operating out of the established justice system could he truly make a difference, a revelation Meric did not share enthusiasm for. Upon telling his father of his plan to enroll at the Garden, Brogan ensued in a bitter argument with Meric, resulting in him being exiled from his home. Rain poured unrelentingly from the dark sky that night. Brogan recalled every teary, mud drenched step he took to the Garden's gates, each one a step in anger.
Since that dreadful night four years ago, Brogan has found a new place to call home, and with it, a new purpose in life. He hasn't spoken a word to either of his birth parents, despite how great or little it wounds him not to do so, nor has he shed a single tear since. Not for them, not for himself, not for anything. Brogan was a member of Balamb Garden now, his family was the student body. The name 'Rygard' was now just that...a name. Nothing more.
Appearance
Brogan would be lying if he said he was never told he was attractive. Growing up, he seemingly possessed a knack for attracting the opposite sex with as little effort as a passing grin. Brogan's hair is a shade of dark brown tinted with black. It hangs lusciously thick at his temples and the back of his neck, styled slightly neat. Brogan appears unusually mature looking for his his young age. His face presents a chiseled jawline, which is rarely seen without a small stubble. His physique is in a word, godly. From his upper to his lower body, each muscle is flawlessly cut thanks to a strict exercise program. Brogan's attire is sporadic at times, and differs depending on the season. His only real trademark clothing is his Gold and Black bomber jacket, bought for him by his mother the year before he was cast out. For whatever reasons, he still wears it regularly.
Personality
Brogan has a unique aura about his person. He is always polite and friendly to those around him, but some often speculate about noticing a subtle intimidation behind his charming persona. As if he acts overly nice to quell a deeper anger inside of him. Brogan laughs at such speculation, citing that he never loses his temper unless it absolutely calls for it, and even then, he is always in control. Though, the few that know about his bitter family past may choose to differ on that opinion. If you were to ask them, they'd warn that should a time come where Brogan loses the reins of his emotions, be somewhere else. Other than those traits, Brogan enjoys working out and even reading a good book every now and then. Provided he's not already face deep in his assigned homework. Many of the Garden's students are baffled at how much attention Brogan pays to his studies. It's almost cult-like. A couple guess that there may just be a huge bookworm under his jockish frame, but they're mistaken. In truth, Brogan believes he must show the same respect for his mind, that he does for his body. It's as simple as that.
Allies
Brogan can be a bit offputting to some people at first meeting. It isn't really his fault, just something about his overly polite attitude seems to strike a suspicious cord in most students. One can hardly blame them, especially when they're trained to be mercenaries every day. Though, in the few years Brogan has spent at Balamb Garden, he has been lucky enough to acquire at least one very good friend in the form of Leon Scharan. It started off as the two just being classmates seated next to each other. Eventually, both found that they shared a similar view of life, as well as a strong determination to stop those who would harm the innocent. Though, Leon may be the only person in the Garden Brogan can honestly say is his friend, you won't see Brogan shedding anything but a smile about it.
Combat Data
While most students at Balamb Garden are well trained with their respective weapons, Brogan decided some time ago that wasn't good enough for him. Long before he ever picked up an actual sickle, Brogan practiced each passing day in the many arts of hand-to-hand combat. His hired teacher at the time was a respected Dollet General and family friend, Jeriah Amonroth, a man believed to be undefeatable in the art of unarmed fighting. Jeriah held no reservations in helping Brogan hone his technique, even though he ran the risk of driving a wedge between himself and his childhood friend, Meric Rygard. In many ways, he too, had come to think of Brogan as a son, but never would he mention that fact anywhere outside of his own thoughts. The end result was pleasing to say the least. It would be a mistake only made once if an enemy thought he'd won after disarming Brogan.
When it comes to the battlefield, Brogan is simply a force. Before he ever takes a step, he processes the goals given to him and moves from point to point with an unshakeable resolve. A no nonsense product of his training, Brogan possesses the traits of a natural leader, but is more than humble enough to follow if it means the mission will be accomplished with greater ease. It was no secret that the greatest leaders were once the most devoted followers to their cause. Jeriah made a strong effort for his student to know this fact. If there is one glaring weakness to Brogan's imposing presence and fighting skills, it's his inability to accept his past. Should an opponent or objective somehow remind Brogan too much of the circumstances surrounding his abandonment, his focus will completely shatter, leaving his skills a sloppy, angry shell of what they actually are.
Along with his praised close quarters talents, Brogan is also an adept Kama/Sickles practitioner.
Primary Weapons
Twin Sickles
These two formidble blades were gifts to Brogan by his master and teacher, Jeriah Amonroth. The composition consists of two hollow, mid-range pole handles with spiked bases, that are welded into curved blades at their tips. Inside the hollow center of both handles lies chain extensions that are hooked to the bottom of each blade, giving Brogan both a different form of weapon, and a tool to rope onto something should he be falling a great distance. The entirety of both weapons is constructed in a crystalized metal fusion.
Limit Break Information
Level 1: Shatter Point
Single Enemy
A technique that requires Brogan to actually grapple with his opponent in some way. Once achieving this goal, he then uses his body as a conduit to call upon his own life force and absorb it into his twin sickles. Brogan then stabs his weapons deep into his enemy. Fissures of golden energy soon emerge from the skin of the opponent like cracking glass until at last exploding outward.
Level 2: Shredweather
Multiple Enemies
Brogan stands silently in place, solid in form, determined in mind. He then stems out his arms, one sickle facing north, the other facing south. Brogan then begins to spin at a supernatural rate until dissolving into a miniature tornado that sucks in all enemies and shreds them to pieces.
Level 3: Flatliner
Single Enemy
This Limit Break starts with Brogan taking flight into the air, stopping at a slow hover over a single foe. His body is then consumed by a coat of glowing royal blue flames. Suddenly, his sickles unleash chained extensions and dive forth to ensnare the enemy. The coat of blue flames then clusters at Brogan's arms into a large, fiery orb until beaming down the chains at his enemy to produce a devastating explosion.
Level 4: Damnation
Multiple Enemies
Brogan's strongest Limit Break. The overwhelming emotions and scenery Brogan felt the rainy night he was thrown from his home are relived in a more destructive form. It begins with a violent tremor ripping through the ground, as black storm clouds gather above and darkened out the sky. The roar of thunder blusters, and suddenly, Brogan crosses his sickles above his head and lets out an angry cry to the heavens. A streaming onslaught of gigantic, purple beam pillars rains down and mercilessly electrifies all enemies five times with max damage. Along with max damage, this limit also holds a 25% chance of Instant Kill.
