VAYNE CARUDAS SOLIDOR is a conniving little bastard with some pretty heady life goals set ahead. Working towards a vision of Archadia for a big and brighter tomorrow, he'll do the ruthlessly necessary to ensure that the Solidors top any turmoil in Ivalice. The name of Solidor wets a fair number of panties throughout the land in fear, and the name of Vayne Solidor even more so. |
Armed with the powers of PERM OF GREAT JUSTICE and YOUR BATWINGS THEY DO NOTHING and, possibly, even some mean Nethicite from an Occuria rebel god, Vayne pulls all the puppet strings from his vantage point of military leader and official consul to the occupied Dalmasca. Gentle demeanour and benevolent tyrant are his faces of choice, though the blood on his hands is constantly fresh; he orchestrates even his Emperor father's death to smearjob the legitimacy of the Archadian Senate, and strips them of power when they question him.
Vayne believes though. He believes that his hand is doing nothing but good for the strangled Dalmasca, that settling the rebel faction is order-- they are, after all, little more than terrorists under Ashe's lead. He puts down Dalmascan insurgencies. He works to free Ivalice from the control of the Occuria. He protects not only his younger brother, Prince Larsa, but does the inhumane in order to keep Larsa unsullied and idealist. Vayne's good is the other side of the mirror; not so easily dismissed.
And yet the pursuit of absolute power always tags the notion of the corrupt absolute-- Vayne falls to the call of the Nethicite control, and preaches that those who lead without power are useless, that a queen who cannot protect her people is futile; both Larsa and Ashe rebel against this notion of Nethicite reliance. And as Vayne asks Judge Gabranth to protect Larsa against his upcoming moment of Nethicite crazy, the Judge realizes that Vayne has given himself over to becoming the big bad, and turns against his former master for the cause of great prince protectin' justice.
The fight gets down and dirty, and Vayne does the multiple final forms with freakass assorted wingspans as he laments his failure to struggle against fate.
LARSA FERRINAS SOLIDOR is not a girl. Despite his shining idealism, and endearing innocence that invites manly fierce protection from all sides, and sweetly determined will. Despite his delicate aristocrate features and the power of poofy sleeves. Despite his green stockingboots and cherry red high-heeled Sunday pumps. Despite.
As the clever young son of the Solidor legacy, Prince Larsa has both weight of responsibility and the freedom from present rule-- he exercises both by using his power for great justice, and trailing undercover as "Lamont" the truth of conspiracies running underground in his land and his ever continuous bid for peace; Larsa sees the survival of the previously thought dead Ashe and Basch as evidence that all is not quite right in the world, and a dissembling that needs to be cleared; he sleuths out the truth of the Nethicite; he denies the Senate their tangling of him in puppet strings.
Prince Larsa loves both father and brother and is loved in return-- the Emperor's death is a blow too hard to feel just in passing, and it's a dash of both desperation and grief for Larsa to pull his sword on Vayne in an attempt to stop the madness, and harder still when there is little time to mourn Vayne's passing as he is cradled in his arms. And yet, Larsa must keep straight on as the prince he is, forcing the future through the sheer strength of his vision.
Larsa's purity of heart is closely guarded, with neither pair of familial hands spilling too much blood if Larsa remains unsullied. Judge Gabranth also swears fiercely to his service, which offers him eventual redemption, and Basch takes up the princely guardianship when Gabranth dies and Prince Larsa steps up to his place of Archadian rule after Vayne's demise. With the mighty power of justice vested in him, Prince Larsa works the way of allies-- his offer of protection, and the gift of defensive Nethicite, to the captured Penelo turns into friendship; his aid to Ashe in her time of need becomes peace between lands; his good relations with the ruler of Rozzaria completely opposite with his brother's enemity.
GAMBIT: Prince Larsa lends his help on various occasions, and you lend your help in return. Tends to do some fine and mighty BIG AX LITTLE KID SO CUTE!!-- I mean, hack 'n slash, is fairly fast on his feet, and most likely has Hi-Potions rammed into every available nook and cranny of his very being.
JUDGE MAGISTER GABRANTH is Basch's twin brother, Noah fon Ronsenburg, and parted ways with him after their own home and land were devoured by the tides of continuous Archadian warmongering. All is right with the world only when devoted to the knighty ideals of serve and protect; the loss of that which he wanted to protect most is a blow felt bitter and hard, but found again in his adoptive land of Archadia, as the shield that protects Prince Larsa.
But service to the Solidor family comes only with dirty little schemes and the underhand, and Gabranth is made of nothing less devious and ruthless-- Basch is set up for the murder of the Dalmascan king and awaiting execution by his brother's hand; he kills Judge Drace after she denounces Vayne's machinations. And even as his hate rages on Basch for supposed betrayal to family and land, Gabranth's self-loathing for past failure of duty falls under the righteous might of his brother, who found someone worthy to protect in a determined Dalmascan princess.
But the desire to see Prince Larsa through keeps him keen, and Gabranth turns against Vayne when Larsa falls under the danger of his brother's Nethicite crazy time. Mortally wounded in the keeping of his prince, he passes to Basch the duty of guarding Prince Larsa as the boy prince inherits the rule of Archadia.