Position: Captain at the local Fire Station. (which in my head kind of tended to respond to just about any sort of emergency that wasn't crime-related, and would show up at the scene a little before the ambulance--if they even have ambulances, I don't remember--to help out.)
History: It was his drive, not his respect for authority, that got Shiloh his rank at the fire station, and he's always been just one misstep short of losing it. He takes his squad out on every single call, pushes them harder than any fire squad should have to deal with, but there's something about his passion for saving lives that takes it beyond just a day on the job, for his men. He makes them feel like honest to god heroes on a daily basis, and they have an astoundingly high success rate, no matter what it takes to achieve that. The 'no matter what' is what always grates on the Chief. If they didn't save so many lives, the fact that the job supercedes the Chief's authority in Shiloh's mind would have him fired, or at least knocked down a few pegs on the fire squad food chain. But so far, Shiloh's managed to walk that fine line well enough to keep his job, so that's that.
As for a personal life, Shiloh has a million acquaintances but no real friends. Save for his fire squad, that is, but while they're like family to him, that's not quite the same. He can go just about anywhere on his end of the city and at least someone knows who he is--in a line of work like his, people remember your name--but that doesn't mean he has much of anyone to just spend time with. That might be part of why he throws himself into his job, is because that's when he feels like he has his purpose. His family. (While in canon he was an orphan, in the City his parents separated before he can remember and his dad, who he lived with, died pretty early in his life. He's got no clue where his mom's at now, or even how to start looking. It could be theorized that that's why his 'dream self', a.k.a. canon self, made him an orphan altogether--it's easier if you don't know what you're missing.)
Shiloh's always secretly (in the somehow-his-whole-squad-knows sort of way) been a hopeless romantic, looking for preeetty much exactly what Serah was in canon: Someone sweet and pretty who he could protect and who could look to him as her hero. And while he's had a couple of girlfriends, he's never quite felt that 'spark', that fireworks-in-the-sky sort of magic. Shiloh's kind of picky that way.
Proof: A video clip from his 21st birthday--the whole squad was there, even the Chief, all drinking and grinning and being pains in the asses, just like he taught them. :'D
Playing First-person sample: { ooc note: this is running on the assumption that it's over the text-only terminal? }
hey. look. whoever's in charge here, this is a mistake. a big one! I mean yeah okay this Shilo (shylo? shiloh? see, i don't even know how i'm supposed to spell it)
anyway: he does seem like a pretty big hero and he maybe (maybe!) looks a little bit like me, and I guess he kind of sounds like me. maybe. so i can see how you'd get us confused. but that's all it is, okay? just 'kind of like me'. this is one big misunderstanding, and I'd love to stick around and help you figure all this out, but the things going on back home are kind of important. so I'm gonna need you to send me back, or put me back to sleep if that's what you want to call it, because there's no way I'm going on any new kind of adventures before I see serah.
and I know she exists. I know it. so save your breath and just put me back. please.
Third-person sample:
At this point, Snow really can't decide if he wants to leave or believe. He knows what he knows; that seems like an obvious statement, but in a place like this where everything you knew before is supposedly a lie, it's that certainty that makes all the difference. He knows what dreams feel like. These are memories, good and bad and painful but all of them distinct. Clear. Detailed. Everything dreams never are. And he dreamed, back on Cocoon... Does that make those dreams some sort of dream inside of a dream? Can dreams even do that?
This is where the headache kicks in. It's not a particularly bad one, but it's sitting him down on the couch either way, one hand smoothing his bandanna before clasping with the other across the back of his neck. And for a few seconds, he just... breathes. "C'mon, Snow. You can do this. Noooot sure what you have to do exactly, but you can do it. Whatever it takes to get you back to Cocoon. Or what the hell, even Pulse." He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Back to Serah." That's the goal, isn't it?
But he still can't quite shake the familiarity of the place. The face of the man in that video. Shiloh Keaton, that's who they think he is. Shiloh, Captain of a firefighting squad, a squad who help people. His team is his family. His life's dedicated to saving lives. It rings too many bells in his head. He can't remember a shred of it. But Maker, it shouldn't seem so... so plausible. So familiar. Like the lyrics are changed but the tune's still the same. He's never really been into music, but that still doesn't seem like how it's supposed to work. I mean, yeah, this life does seem simpler. A lot simpler. No brands, no race against time to fulfill some impossible focus or turn into a Cie'th. Again. It was bad enough the first time.
He can still be a hero here, can't he? That's what Shiloh did. He saved lives. Every day, even.
...As hard as Snow's trying to come to terms with all of this, it's just not happening. It's not clicking into place. And as long as he doesn't have Serah, he's pretty sure it never will.
So with another sigh, this one significantly more frustrated, Snow gets up and heads back toward the terminal. There has to be a way out. And somehow, he's going to find it.
SNOW VILLIERS + final fantasy xiii [two of two]
City
Name: Shiloh Keaton
Position: Captain at the local Fire Station. (which in my head kind of tended to respond to just about any sort of emergency that wasn't crime-related, and would show up at the scene a little before the ambulance--if they even have ambulances, I don't remember--to help out.)
History: It was his drive, not his respect for authority, that got Shiloh his rank at the fire station, and he's always been just one misstep short of losing it. He takes his squad out on every single call, pushes them harder than any fire squad should have to deal with, but there's something about his passion for saving lives that takes it beyond just a day on the job, for his men. He makes them feel like honest to god heroes on a daily basis, and they have an astoundingly high success rate, no matter what it takes to achieve that. The 'no matter what' is what always grates on the Chief. If they didn't save so many lives, the fact that the job supercedes the Chief's authority in Shiloh's mind would have him fired, or at least knocked down a few pegs on the fire squad food chain. But so far, Shiloh's managed to walk that fine line well enough to keep his job, so that's that.
As for a personal life, Shiloh has a million acquaintances but no real friends. Save for his fire squad, that is, but while they're like family to him, that's not quite the same. He can go just about anywhere on his end of the city and at least someone knows who he is--in a line of work like his, people remember your name--but that doesn't mean he has much of anyone to just spend time with. That might be part of why he throws himself into his job, is because that's when he feels like he has his purpose. His family. (While in canon he was an orphan, in the City his parents separated before he can remember and his dad, who he lived with, died pretty early in his life. He's got no clue where his mom's at now, or even how to start looking. It could be theorized that that's why his 'dream self', a.k.a. canon self, made him an orphan altogether--it's easier if you don't know what you're missing.)
Shiloh's always secretly (in the somehow-his-whole-squad-knows sort of way) been a hopeless romantic, looking for preeetty much exactly what Serah was in canon: Someone sweet and pretty who he could protect and who could look to him as her hero. And while he's had a couple of girlfriends, he's never quite felt that 'spark', that fireworks-in-the-sky sort of magic. Shiloh's kind of picky that way.
Proof: A video clip from his 21st birthday--the whole squad was there, even the Chief, all drinking and grinning and being pains in the asses, just like he taught them. :'D
Playing
First-person sample: { ooc note: this is running on the assumption that it's over the text-only terminal? }
hey. look. whoever's in charge here, this is a mistake. a big one! I mean yeah okay this Shilo (shylo? shiloh? see, i don't even know how i'm supposed to spell it)
anyway: he does seem like a pretty big hero and he maybe (maybe!) looks a little bit like me, and I guess he kind of sounds like me. maybe. so i can see how you'd get us confused. but that's all it is, okay? just 'kind of like me'. this is one big misunderstanding, and I'd love to stick around and help you figure all this out, but the things going on back home are kind of important. so I'm gonna need you to send me back, or put me back to sleep if that's what you want to call it, because there's no way I'm going on any new kind of adventures before I see serah.
and I know she exists. I know it. so save your breath and just put me back. please.
Third-person sample:
At this point, Snow really can't decide if he wants to leave or believe. He knows what he knows; that seems like an obvious statement, but in a place like this where everything you knew before is supposedly a lie, it's that certainty that makes all the difference. He knows what dreams feel like. These are memories, good and bad and painful but all of them distinct. Clear. Detailed. Everything dreams never are. And he dreamed, back on Cocoon... Does that make those dreams some sort of dream inside of a dream? Can dreams even do that?
This is where the headache kicks in. It's not a particularly bad one, but it's sitting him down on the couch either way, one hand smoothing his bandanna before clasping with the other across the back of his neck. And for a few seconds, he just... breathes. "C'mon, Snow. You can do this. Noooot sure what you have to do exactly, but you can do it. Whatever it takes to get you back to Cocoon. Or what the hell, even Pulse." He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Back to Serah." That's the goal, isn't it?
But he still can't quite shake the familiarity of the place. The face of the man in that video. Shiloh Keaton, that's who they think he is. Shiloh, Captain of a firefighting squad, a squad who help people. His team is his family. His life's dedicated to saving lives. It rings too many bells in his head. He can't remember a shred of it. But Maker, it shouldn't seem so... so plausible. So familiar. Like the lyrics are changed but the tune's still the same. He's never really been into music, but that still doesn't seem like how it's supposed to work. I mean, yeah, this life does seem simpler. A lot simpler. No brands, no race against time to fulfill some impossible focus or turn into a Cie'th. Again. It was bad enough the first time.
He can still be a hero here, can't he? That's what Shiloh did. He saved lives. Every day, even.
...As hard as Snow's trying to come to terms with all of this, it's just not happening. It's not clicking into place. And as long as he doesn't have Serah, he's pretty sure it never will.
So with another sigh, this one significantly more frustrated, Snow gets up and heads back toward the terminal. There has to be a way out. And somehow, he's going to find it.
Did you read the rules? Yep.