Post by Kefka on Jan 20, 2019 3:58:58 GMT -5
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The Mad God of Magic, Lord Kefka, The Nameless Madcap
Unfathomably Ancient! (39)
Former God of Magic, Current Agent of Chaos, High Duke of Tomfoolery
His own! (Darkness)
None that he or anyone else knows of.
Kefka is a terrifying man. If I had to describe him in only two words I would pick Utterly and Insane. He might as well be the poster boy for crazy. To be clear I'm not just calling him insane because he's a tad quirky and a wee bit homicidal, this clown's mind is downright broken. So broken that it's a stretch to even consider him human. He's more of a depressed abomination with a huge nihilism complex. Since his unhinged nature is very--complex, I say we tackle it one bit at a time. Let's start with the whole clown thing.
Kefka conceived his clown persona shortly after--the accident. It's not just a fashion statement (thought he does look fabulous), it's the centerpiece of his philosophy. That's jumping forward a bit though, how does he act? Well, he sure is a doof. Kefka's default disposition is top-notch wackiness. He is a master in the art of pun-fu, and can throw out jokes so fast they'll make your eyes roll out of your sockets. His tone is almost always jovial, an ironic contrast to his true nature. He is incredibly immature, throwing tantrums over seemingly nothing and being overly annoying for the sake of being annoying. He sounds like just a general nuisance, but do not be fooled. Kefka has no care for anything but himself, allowing him to commit obscenely cruel acts without any remorse. His taking the appearance of a clown is in his eyes the ultimate joke, something that should bring people joy causing instead extreme misery.
The core of Kefka's insanity stems from his absolute hatred of existence. More specifically, his existence in this world. From his warped perspective the world is a foul, horrifying place where living is a curse that can only be cured by death. Everything is horrible to Kefka, grass, trees, rocks, people, places, clouds, he hates everything. Thus his insatiable urge to destroy everything. Life is wretched to Kefka, and what angers him most is that nobody seems to understand how the world truly is besides him. And thus he plays the clown, a whimsical harlequin that embodies how he truly believes the world to be: on the surface bright and beautiful with something unquestionably horrible hiding underneath. His only desire in life is to reveal its true nature to others, before ending them. All the quirky antics and random high-jinks is a facade, hiding a truly terrified and desperately sad man that just wants all of existence to end--including his own.
Kefka is desperate to reach this end, employing every matter of heinous trick to achieve the absolute destruction of the universe. His various plots are seemingly nonsensical, but Kefka is surprisingly calculating and tactful. He preys on the predictability of the human psyche: he allows himself to be underestimated to get the upper hand, he kills indiscriminately to eliminate/discourage opposition (or at the very least make possible opponents irrational), and will build trust and alliances only to discard them for his own benefit. While these strategies might get him far, they highlight his biggest weakness. Kefka is incapable of making any true connections due to his inability to comprehend any emotions beyond hatred. He can fake it sure but he is forever doomed to either betray his allies or forget about them when they are no longer useful. This creates the possibility of former allies later sabotaging him out of anger--or perhaps even out of despair. Additionally, when he kills without restraint it's more than likely to ignite the passions of any heroes present rather than discourage them. He cannot understand either concept, as he himself underestimates the power of humanity and their emotions. He understands the linear pathways of emotion but not how emotions affect an individual. That's because to him everyone is the same, only differing in amounts of annoyance or usefulness. His lack of understanding is what usually leads to his defeat. What is truly tragic is that Kefka will never learn from these mistakes. He would blame anything but himself without a hint of self-awareness. He is trapped in a never ending loop of cynicism and hate, breakable only by death. He is ignorance incarnate, blind hatred personified, a being of pure agonizing sorrow--and it's all he will ever be.
But he's also a very talented dancer, so it's not all bad I guess.
Kefka's story is a tragic tale of drama, betrayal, romance, hilarity, and colors. So many colors. It begins with his creation, not his drab human birth but the start of the one true Kefka. Kefka you see, under the employ of Emperor Gestahl, became the very first Magitek Knight. In his world, magic was dead and replaced with technology. Emperor Gestahl had figured out a way to fuse the two to revive it, hence the name. Kefka was spefically chosen to be the first test subject in creating a soldier that could wield this power. Which was all fine and well, besides the fact that it destroyed his mind. Despite his obvious insanity, Kefka retained his rather high position in the Gestahlian Empire. Mr. Gestahl must have been blind or something. I don't know.
Kefka put his new "brilliance" to good use and decided to break in a magitek device known as the Slave Crown. He placed it on a strange young girl known as Terra Branford, a half human-half Esper (creatures who were said to be magic incarnate) solider in the Magitek Elite Combat Force. Supposedly, it caused those who wear it to be under one's control (the one in this case being Kefka). Kefka tested out his new puppet by having Terra obliterate half an army of Imperial Soldiers. Soldiers under his command mind you, with plenty of families and loved ones. With his experiment being a rousing success, Kefka sent Terra to obtain a frozen Esper in the city of Narshe. For you see, Magitek runs on the forcibly extracted energy of Espers, and being a Magitek knight Kefka figured he could use the energy of Espers to make himself more powerful. He would not tell others of his plan though, Espers were supposed to be only used for Magitek. His little power draining would have to be done discreetly.
Didn't work out too well though, said frozen Esper woke up for a moment before rendering the Slave Crown unusable. This pretty much ruined Kefka's day, but he had no time to pout. The now free Terra had escaped Narshe with members of a resistance against the Empire known as The Returners. Learning of this unfortunate circumstance, Emperor Gestahl would send Kefka to retrieve her. All the way to Figaro Castle Kefka traveled, where he partook in brief deliberations. They were brief because Kefka almost immediately set the castle on fire to smoke Terra out. She and the Returners would soon flee to castle with Kefka in hot pursuit. However, as Kefka exited the castle he would quickly realize that he had been duped. The Returners were mounted on Chocobos, allowing them to easily escape. If that weren't bad enough, the castle soon descended into earth leaving a very angry Kefka alone in his fury.
Kefka could not give chase though, he had duties to attend to. The Empire's campaign to over take the northern continent was still raging, and it was time for Kefka to take part. He traveled to Doma, where he assisted an army under the command of General Leo Christophe. Kefka, being the power hungry mad-man he was, wanted control over Leo's army because he did not think Leo's less destructive tactics were very effective. Leo was merciful in his assault, wanting to stay away from needless casualties and win the siege of Doma fairly. However soon enough he would be called away by Gestahl for other matters, leaving Kefka in command. His first order of business? Poison Doma's water supply so everyone inside would die. Guess what happens? He does it! A majority of Doma's residence were killed as well as a number of imprisoned Imperial Soldiers. Luckily he received a bit of karma when three eccentric heroes consistently bothered him as he tried to make his escape.
He did escape though, and riding high on his victory he would gain the confidence (and the man power) to attempt the capture of the frozen Esper once more. He would lead an army upon Narshe, only to encounter those darn Returners yet again. The two forces battled, and Kefka was the one to be defeated. Kefka scornfully fled empty handed. He ran to the Magitek Factory, and resolved to take his anger out on a couple of already captured Espers. As he tortured them, he began to obtain their magical energy just as he had predicted. Drunk on his newfound power, Kefka would resolve to seek out the mythical Warring Triad; The ancient beings who supposedly created the Espers and thus magic. If he could control them, Kefka would be invincible.
His day was about to get even brighter though, as the true source of Esper power was revealed to him: The Magicite. The magic remains of dead Espers. Unfortunately they were in the hands of those darn Returners, but lucky for him one of them was an Imperial Spy named Celes Chere. Too bad she seemed to have a change of heart and transported Kefka and his men out of the factory so the Returners could escape. That was just bad luck. He got away though, and returned to the Imperial Palace in an attempt to stop the Returners from getting away. With absurdly large cranes no less. He failed, and another day was ruined.
Kefka wished to destroy them with more brute force but Gestahl had a better idea. Terra was sure to realize her origins soon enough, and said origins would lead them to the Gate of the Esper's homeland. He instructed Kefka to follow them, and sure enough they would eventually lead him to the gate. Right when he was about to finally obliterate them though, the gate was opened and out came a wave of very angry Espers. Kefka was spirited away, and soon found himself running back to Gestahl.
He told the Emperor what happened, and old Gestahl came up with a cunning plan. He would pretend to arrest Kefka to earn the Returner's trust. Then he would have the Returners track down the Espers with the help of General Leo and calm them. Meanwhile Kefka would collect Magicite from various Espers and use their power to enhance his own. When the last of the Espers were calmed, Kefka would appear and attack, reducing the present Espers into Magicite. After revealing the Emperor's true intentions, Kefka would proceed to murder General Leo, claiming him to be a traitor. With his new power, Kefka would easily destroy the second coming of Espers and become even more powerful!
Kefka then daringly escaped the scene and traveled with the Emperor to the Esper homeland. Once there, the two would quickly locate the stone remains of the Warring Triad, only to be attacked by those darn Returners again. They would be too late however, as the Triad had already begun to charge Gestahl with their energy. Assured they would have complete control of the world, the two would attempt to have Celes join them. She would of course refuse and attack Kefka instead. This only served to make him angry, and out of that anger Kefka would stand between the Triad, begging them for power. Gestahl attempted to calm Kefka, and Kefka responded by killing him with pure magic. Kefka, now having no marbles to speak of, would disconnect the Triad from each other in order to awaken them. This would have been the end of the Returners if it weren't for a meddlesome Ninja...guy. He only shortly postponed the inevitable, the Triad did in fact awaken and after destroying the Esper homeland would bring about the virtual end of the world.
That wasn't the end of Old Kefka though, quickly after the Triad would awaken Kefka would drain them of their power and become a god! With all the magic power he could ever want, Kefka ruled over the ruined world with an iron fist. It seemed like a happy ending for Kefka yes? Well not so much, not long into his reign the Returners...returned. They set siege to Kefka's magnificent tower with the intent of toppling him. Grappling with the god of magic was not easy though, Kefka forced the band of would be heroes through many troubling battles and trials. It wouldn't be long until they confronted the mad god himself, who was now obsessed with destroying them and everything else that has even dared to live. It was a mighty battle, but the power of friendship would prove too much for Kefka and he would perish. This ended the age of ruin and banished magic from the world forever. Never again would Lord Kefka taint the world with his evil--or so it was thought.
"Heh! Heh! Heh!"
"Run! Run! Or you'll be well done!"
"'Wait' he says--do I look like a waiter!?"
"Read my lips: mercy is for Wimps! There's a reason 'oppose" rhymes with 'dispose'. If they're in your way, kill them!"
"Life--Dreams--Hope--Where do they come from? And where do they go--? Such meaningless things--I'll destroy them all!
"I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE YOU!"
The last thing Kefka remembered was falling out of the sky. He recalled other small details such as the agony of defeat and the sweet calm of death, but as he tried to reach beyond the falling all he could think of was where he was now. As if waking from a dream, Kefka found himself suddenly alone in a world of nothing but inky blackness for as far as he could see. The only source of light came from the enormous platform he stood upon; a massive pillar seemingly made of stained glass with the image of a figure he did not recognize sleeping in its center. Kefka scratched his head, confused by his situation. "Hello!?" He at last called out, eager for something to happen. However he would receive no answer. Kefka sighed and hunched forward, "Don't tell me this is where I end up! I've been here five minutes and I'm already bored out of my mind!" Kefka rolled his neck and attempted to float, but ended up just hopping instead. After quickly realizing that he could not perform magic of any kind, he got even more irritated. The clown stomped his foot and pointed to the large glass face of the sleeping man. "If someone doesn't come out and tell me what's going on I'm giving this guy a face lift! A well deserved one at that, talk about a face only a mother could love YE-UCK!"
Shortly after his threat, a disembodied voice would respond. The voice was perplexing to Kefka. It was both soothing and foreboding, it seemed to be in his head yet all around him, loud and yet very soft. "So much to do, so little time--Take your time. Don't be afraid. The door is still shut. Now, step forward. Can you do it?" Kefka looked around, almost positive he was being bamboozled or something. Unable to find an immediate clear answer, Kefka would lift his leg high before taking a very large step backward. He cackled at his small act of defiance and taunted the voice, "Did I do that right? Sorry, I'm a bit rusty at taking orders. Call me when you achieve godhood and maybe I'll listen. Maybe. Probably not." The voice seemed to ignore Kefka's spiteful disobedience, "Power sleeps within you--If you give it form--It will give you strength. Choose well." Kefka rolled his eyes, "What is this, a motivational seminar? If you start telling me the rules of success I'm jumping off the platform."
Before he could spout any more sass, three weapons appeared before him: a staff, a sword, and a shield. Kefka raised an eyebrow. "Now we're getting somewhere." Kefka immediately picked up the sword. The voice spoke once more, "The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction." Kefka's face lit up, "SOLD! What do I get to slice and dice?" The voice ignored him, "Now what will you give up in--what are you doing?" Kefka had begun to swing the sword at the stained glass platform, "I'm trying to shatter the glass! Would have preferred to use magic but this will work fine for now." Kefka continued slashing, each strike to the platform creating an echoing clang. "What is this thing made of, diamond? Why won't it break!?" The voice seemed baffled, "Wha-no no you're getting this wrong, you have to focus." Kefka snapped his fingers, "You're right! Going about this all wrong." Kefka walked to the center of the platform and stood over the face of the sleeping man. The voice seemed relieved, "Good good, now we can get back on tr-no what NO! Stop!"
Kefka had begun to slash at the man's face. "Pipe down, I'm giving this fella a shave hoo-hoo!" The voice was enraged now, "Do you even know who that is!? Where you are!? What's even happening?" Kefka stopped, he had long lost interest in figuring any of that out. The clown graciously decided to humor the voice, "No, should I?" The voice seemed to bellow, echoing from every direction from within the void, "That's you, idiot! This is your station of awakening, you're being given a second chance! WE are being given a second chance! All you have to do is cooperate!" Kefka reeled back, "What? No no no this can't be me, I'm handsome and perfect in every way! This guy looks like he got hit by a herd of chocobo." The voice sighed, "Please just lis-"
"Then eaten and spat out by rolling gears--and set on fire! Speaking of, this place would look great on fire! How about you give me back my magic and we'll get this party started!"
The voice was dumbfounded, "--That's--that's clearly you! Just without the stupid clown make-up and the insanity. Remember? You weren't always like--This. You were me. Sane, honorable, and you know--Human. You've been given a chance to cleanse your heart and start anew. Please just let me help you." Kefka didn't respond, simply staring solemnly into the abyss. "Or we can just go into the next life as you are, broken and unhappy. I suppose since you're the one in control it's up to you. I'm just your sanity trying to bring us back to rea-"
Kefka threw the sword aside and groaned loudly for an unnecessary length of time, "Are you STILL talking!? This is so boring where's the exit already I need to go do--y'know, anything but this." The voice gave no response, and before Kefka could complain about it being silent a strange door appeared before him. He sighed with relief, "Finally! Right, been a hoot but I've got better things to fry. See ya around, hopefully not though." Kefka skipped through the door without hesitation, blissfully unaware of where it led and what he was giving up by going there.
Circle of Life
None at the moment.
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