Clive Rosfield

[ Of all the seasonal celebrations upon which the date of a wedding might coincide, none could feel more serendipitous or meaningful to the couple in question than a flower festival. Clive hadn’t planned for this when he’d proposed to Jill—hadn’t planned on anything, really, save that he wanted to marry the girl he’d loved since he was a teenager, who had stood by him with unflinching devotion through thick and thin.

As guests begin to arrive, they will be greeted by Torgal, who has been dressed for the occasion with a red scarf tied around his neck. He barks, tail wagging, as he leads them into the venue. The customs of Rosaria dictate that it is not the wedding ceremony itself that comes as the first order of business, but instead a welcoming feast. For what is in fact a royal wedding, the atmosphere is surprisingly casual; the venue, a blossoming meadow, has been ringed with garlands and fairy lights, while a long buffet table is laden with a variety of foods that might be found in the dining halls of Valisthea—a fine selection of roasted meats and vegetables, loaves of warm bread and pastries both sweet and savory, little cakes and bread pudding, fruit and cheese. Pitchers of water, spiced wine, juice, and tea are all available for guests to drink.

Each place setting is topped with a favor from the bride and groom: a daisy and a dandelion handmade by the happy couple from ribbons and wire, a charm that can be worn as pin or pendant. Each one is imbued with the warmth and love of the hands that crafted them. At the head table sit the lord and lady in crimson and blue, crowned with flowers and smiling with unreserved love at one another.

Once their guests have all taken their seats, Clive rises to address the those who have assembled for the event. There’s a softness to his voice, and yet it still projects over the crowd; he is accustomed to commanding an audience, after all, but it has never pleased him more to do so than it does now. ]

Friends and honored guests, it is with utmost gladness that I bid you welcome to our wedding feast. This is a day that my beloved and I have long hoped for, through many years of war and hardship—a day we feared may never come to pass; a day for which we are that much more grateful. We entreat you all to partake of this feast and of these gifts which we have prepared for you, to share in our joy at the eve of our nuptial celebration. May the Phoenix bless those upon whom his light shines.

[ It’s a relatively short speech, but there will be more to say later in the evening. For now, everyone is invited to eat and be merry. As the sun sets and the moons rise, flickering flames of Phoenix fire appear over each table, casting their ruddy light so that the guests might continue to enjoy themselves.

At some point in the evening, the bride and groom slip away for a wardrobe change, and shortly before the clock strikes midnight, all the guests are ushered from their tables to a separate seating area. There is no central isle here, but Joshua stands behind an altar in ceremonial robes. ]

(Joshua ceremonial invocation?)

[ His invocation delivered, the bride and groom finally enter from the left and right, each in their full splendor, tall and regal, bearing the colors of their respective nations with pride. ]

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Character: Clive Rosfield
Canon: Final Fantasy XVI
Age: 33


Background Information:
Clive at the Final Fantasy Wiki

Personality:

Act I:

Clive Rosfield learned at an early age that being the firstborn son of a duke doesn’t guarantee one the privileges that one might assume go hand-in-hand with such a rank. In fact, much of Clive’s early life was defined by the things that he lacked, rather than what he possessed. His mother’s love, if it had ever truly been granted, was lost to him as a child when he failed to manifest the powers of the Phoenix. From that point on, she treated him with a disdain that verged on outright cruelty if she paid him any mind at all, and even though his father was largely a noble and egalitarian man, he was sadly passive where it came to his wife’s behavior toward their son.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Clive worked so hard to become a warrior, especially once his brother Joshua was born with the power that Clive had failed to inherit. Since he was old enough to pick up a training sword, Clive was instilled with the gravity of his duty to serve Rosaria and her people, but in Joshua he found the embodiment of everything he wanted to fight and live for, and Clive has been fiercely protective of him since the day of his birth. Not long after, their family received another addition in the form of their ward from the north, Jill Warrick. As soon as she arrived, Clive knew that she, too, was his to protect, even though he would never say as much to her, lest he risk her ire.

Thanks to his father’s positive influence (and In spite of his mother’s mistreatment of him), Clive grew into a kind and honest young man, if one still possessed of the follies of youth. He treated everyone he met, including branded magic-bearers, with the sort of even-handed grace that others were unlikely to afford them--a grace he’d find he would not receive ere long.


Act II

After the betrayal that cost him his freedom and the cataclysm that claimed so many lives--an event that would eventually come to be known as the Night of Flames--Clive would never again be the same carefree young man. That chapter of his life was over, and all the things that had defined him ceased to matter. Clive Rosfield was effectively dead, though his body and his broken spirit carried on as a soldier of the Sanbreque Empire’s army--as Wyvern, a member of an elite team of Branded assassins.

For thirteen long years, Clive fought and he killed, stripping away the softness that had made him weak enough in his youth that he’d failed to protect his family when it mattered most. All this he did in preparation for the one thing that was left to him, the only goal that truly mattered to him: revenge. He was going to kill the person responsible for murdering Joshua, even if it cost him his own life. At this point, he was understandably mistrusting, jaded from years of violence and abuse, but the trajectory of his life was about to completely change with the return of his closest childhood friend, Jill, and the introduction of a new companion, Cidolfus Telamon, better known as Cid the Outlaw.

Like the advent of spring after a painfully-long winter, Clive had a reason to hope again--to live again. Reuniting with Jill and taking up Cid’s cause to help destroy the source of the magic that caused so much grief gave Clive a new lease on his life. He was also finally able to accept the fact that it had been he who attacked and killed Joshua, causing so much destruction on the Night of Flames, and he swore to atone for his sins.


Act III

After Cid’s untimely passing, Clive took up his mantle with all of its privileges and responsibilities, becoming the new Cid the Outlaw, leading the people who had once followed his namesake. In this capacity, he has finally come into his own as a man fully-realized--a man who has come to terms with his own past and grown that much stronger for it.

While Clive might cut an imposing and even grim figure, his noble and kind heart belies his intimidating image. Gruff and rugged he might be, but cold and callous he is not; as the leader of the Hideaway, he has returned in many ways to the person he was as a boy, though the scars both emotional and physical have left him forever changed. He retains many of the manners and mannerisms of a high-born man without any of the arrogance of the aristocracy. He's honest, too, though that might be because he doesn't have enough guile to be a truly convincing liar.

Clive isn't the sort of man who does things by halves. He's almost overbearingly protective of the people he loves, and will run himself ragged looking out for their needs. He’s mulishly stubborn, and while he's slow to anger, that anger burns hot, and it can sustain his grudges for years to come. When he sets his sights on a goal, he tends to focus on it with a single-minded sort of determination that leaves little attention for much else.

That kind of inattention to personal matters has proven detrimental in the past, causing him to miss out on years of a potentially fulfilling romantic relationship... not that he really allows himself to get that close to too many people when he's as busy as he is trying to carve a path to a better world for the people like him who've suffered because of an accident of birth. Maybe that is something that can change now, at this point in his journey.


Abilities & Inventory: Clive will be coming to Songerein from the very end of the game, at which point magic will no longer exist in Valisthea and therefore his powers would be defunct. However, since Song is the realm of dreams, he would still have the ability to regain some of his abilities with dreamotion energy.

To prevent him from being wildly overpowered (dude fought god and won), Clive won’t start out with the powers of any of the Eikons he absorbed throughout the course of the game--only Ifrit and Phoenix, which have been with him long enough that they feel like core parts of his identity. If he does transform into Ifrit, it would be a much smaller version than the one in the game, maxing out at twelve feet tall, or about twice Clive’s normal height. These transformations would be limited, and he would revert to his usual form once he ran out of dreamotion energy.

Inventory: Apart from his usual clothing, his sword Invictus and also a silver moonstone ring on a fine silver chain. Also, the best doggo, Torgal.


Suitability & Plans: Listen. Clive deserves a break. He’s earned it, okay? I just want him to be a capybara farmer with his best girl Jill and take in the Wayward Youths so that they can have easier lives than he had with role models that don’t suck.

In all seriousness, I want him to be able to experience a normal life where he doesn’t have the weight of crushing responsibility holding him down. I’d like to see him come out of his shell more, to be able to more openly emote with people outside of his very close circle of friends and family. I also want him to be able to (spoiler) propose to Jill because this boy is lovestruck and he’s been carrying around a ring for months now.

He’s the sort of person who doesn’t balk at unusual situations, so I think he’d be able to settle into the game setting with relative ease. I also really do want him to be able to take other people under his wing, so to speak, and be the big brother that so many people in Song obviously need in their lives.


Test Drive Sample:
Clive's TDM Thread

Questions: N/A