Post by Kaito on May 14, 2016 5:54:33 GMT
So time to introduce some “Character Development” into Kaito as it’s pretty certain that the past few months have either changed him or directed him towards something else.
PERSONALITY:
5/13/16: Naivety doesn’t always end up being broken during one’s childhood, as sometimes one’s belief in people can be changed slowly as well. Kaito’s assumption that the players of Aincrad would buckle down and work on helping each other escape from the game’s clutches were only partially true as while there’s quite a number of players are rushing towards becoming stronger, how they’re going about it has sometimes shocked and disgusted him. From the distrust of strangers on the field, the disconnect between “Front Liners” and the tradesmen, merchants and those that couldn’t fight themselves to downright PVP murderers in their mitts, any sense of unity he assumed would occur has vanished from his mind. After nearly dying from a player killer’s blade and used by another player to get the drop on said PVPer, the event has hardened his heart yet strengthen his resolve. Most of the player’s he’d seen the most hubris and disdain towards their fellow players were the Front Liners themselves, as most of the pro gamers like himself seemed to care little for anyone that couldn’t reach their level and seemingly was willing to use anyone and anything to get their way. The events between Rue and Athena were enough to make him walk away from participating towards charging the level bosses as their own survival seemed to be the only thing they sought.
But he hasn’t simply chosen to believe the world is full of darkness and cruelty and that everything was terrible. As for every arrogant and callous “l33t player” he has met, a half dozen less skilled yet potentially talented players have wandered into his life and changed him in some way. No, the world was not bright and beautiful and full of good but it wasn’t a dark and shallow place. Kaito could see the people of Aincrad like a night sky; dark, yes, but with flickering lights of hope and goodness waiting to glow brighter. So while he might feel less inclined to be so open with others in the near future and keep his cards close to his chest, he hasn’t given up hope in protecting and helping others, hoping to find the other "stars" like himself to light the way, the right way for everyone.
BACKGROUND:
5/13/16: Surviving is not enough. Surviving is not living. As to simply survive means to do whatever it takes to live, regardless of anyone else.
That was what Kaito had seen in the past few months as Floor 2 finally opened up, still no contact from his old friends and only a little success in making new ones. As players who had the real world experience to back them up in Aincrad began to pull away from the herd, a breed of players, “Front Liners” had begun to form as the backbone to the assault on the first Floor Boss, as the very young, the old and the unexperienced were left to either fend for themselves back in the Town of Beginnings or hopefully use their talents in item crafting to keep food in their digital bellies. While there might have been others who were different, Kaito saw seemingly a reoccurring personality of players who felt higher in stature and breed to those who were levels below them, that if they weren’t pulling their weight they weren’t helping at all. And if it wasn’t that, then it was seemingly trying to take advantage of these “noobs” with selling basic information of where enemy types might more likely drop an item they need. And in the process, those that couldn’t fend for themselves tried to while away their troubles with in-game events and parties to try and forget their situation.
This finally came to a head when the whispers of PVPers began to filter through the Town of Beginnings began to reach his ear, at first thinking it couldn’t be possible, not with how potentially serious their situation was. But Kaito was wrong as a killer calling itself Razor split open his neck while another player took advantage of him being targeted to attack her back. The tactic wasn’t what drew him to rage but the fact it was never explained nor warned to him by a seemingly Machiavellian player much younger than him. At that moment, she became the face of the very kind of person he’d come to hate in these past few months and revealed the truth: that when Kaito asked of Aincrad, “Are we not all in this together?” the answer was a conclusive, “No, no we are not.”
But before he could wander into littlest dive bar, down the darkest alleyway in the Town of Beginnings for how many more months before the outside world pulled the plug, a chance encounter with one of his rangers, Kabuto, revealed that his original beliefs were not completely gone and could still have some use. True, Kabuto wished to be a Front Liner himself along with the young friends he had made but he wanted to prove to be useful to this world. And so Kaito too wanted to find where he could prove most useful too, as a chance encounter working as the bodyguard for a group of lower level craftsmen wanting to get to the next floor to build the higher level wares began to form an idea in his head. Perhaps the “Aincrad Rangers” were still needed in Sword Art Online…
PERSONALITY:
5/13/16: Naivety doesn’t always end up being broken during one’s childhood, as sometimes one’s belief in people can be changed slowly as well. Kaito’s assumption that the players of Aincrad would buckle down and work on helping each other escape from the game’s clutches were only partially true as while there’s quite a number of players are rushing towards becoming stronger, how they’re going about it has sometimes shocked and disgusted him. From the distrust of strangers on the field, the disconnect between “Front Liners” and the tradesmen, merchants and those that couldn’t fight themselves to downright PVP murderers in their mitts, any sense of unity he assumed would occur has vanished from his mind. After nearly dying from a player killer’s blade and used by another player to get the drop on said PVPer, the event has hardened his heart yet strengthen his resolve. Most of the player’s he’d seen the most hubris and disdain towards their fellow players were the Front Liners themselves, as most of the pro gamers like himself seemed to care little for anyone that couldn’t reach their level and seemingly was willing to use anyone and anything to get their way. The events between Rue and Athena were enough to make him walk away from participating towards charging the level bosses as their own survival seemed to be the only thing they sought.
But he hasn’t simply chosen to believe the world is full of darkness and cruelty and that everything was terrible. As for every arrogant and callous “l33t player” he has met, a half dozen less skilled yet potentially talented players have wandered into his life and changed him in some way. No, the world was not bright and beautiful and full of good but it wasn’t a dark and shallow place. Kaito could see the people of Aincrad like a night sky; dark, yes, but with flickering lights of hope and goodness waiting to glow brighter. So while he might feel less inclined to be so open with others in the near future and keep his cards close to his chest, he hasn’t given up hope in protecting and helping others, hoping to find the other "stars" like himself to light the way, the right way for everyone.
BACKGROUND:
5/13/16: Surviving is not enough. Surviving is not living. As to simply survive means to do whatever it takes to live, regardless of anyone else.
That was what Kaito had seen in the past few months as Floor 2 finally opened up, still no contact from his old friends and only a little success in making new ones. As players who had the real world experience to back them up in Aincrad began to pull away from the herd, a breed of players, “Front Liners” had begun to form as the backbone to the assault on the first Floor Boss, as the very young, the old and the unexperienced were left to either fend for themselves back in the Town of Beginnings or hopefully use their talents in item crafting to keep food in their digital bellies. While there might have been others who were different, Kaito saw seemingly a reoccurring personality of players who felt higher in stature and breed to those who were levels below them, that if they weren’t pulling their weight they weren’t helping at all. And if it wasn’t that, then it was seemingly trying to take advantage of these “noobs” with selling basic information of where enemy types might more likely drop an item they need. And in the process, those that couldn’t fend for themselves tried to while away their troubles with in-game events and parties to try and forget their situation.
This finally came to a head when the whispers of PVPers began to filter through the Town of Beginnings began to reach his ear, at first thinking it couldn’t be possible, not with how potentially serious their situation was. But Kaito was wrong as a killer calling itself Razor split open his neck while another player took advantage of him being targeted to attack her back. The tactic wasn’t what drew him to rage but the fact it was never explained nor warned to him by a seemingly Machiavellian player much younger than him. At that moment, she became the face of the very kind of person he’d come to hate in these past few months and revealed the truth: that when Kaito asked of Aincrad, “Are we not all in this together?” the answer was a conclusive, “No, no we are not.”
But before he could wander into littlest dive bar, down the darkest alleyway in the Town of Beginnings for how many more months before the outside world pulled the plug, a chance encounter with one of his rangers, Kabuto, revealed that his original beliefs were not completely gone and could still have some use. True, Kabuto wished to be a Front Liner himself along with the young friends he had made but he wanted to prove to be useful to this world. And so Kaito too wanted to find where he could prove most useful too, as a chance encounter working as the bodyguard for a group of lower level craftsmen wanting to get to the next floor to build the higher level wares began to form an idea in his head. Perhaps the “Aincrad Rangers” were still needed in Sword Art Online…