Abilities:Talented Mage – Kuja has the ability to use several powerful spells including one of the most destructive known – Ultima. In addition to this, he can summon Eidolons if he can find a summoner to draw them out of, summon beasts from the Mist on Gaia called Misodons and a silver dragon that he can summon.
Physical Resilience – Kuja is shown able to withstand a great amount of damage with little complication, having taken the full brunt of a dragon’s attack with little more than a scratched forehead. It takes him expending the full amount of his energy to show any sign of physical exhaustion and he still retains the ability to teleport several people away from his location using magic.
Well-Cultured – Well known as a nobleman, Kuja has a great appreciation of art and has a great knowledge of various plays, operas and works of fine art.
Soulless – Kuja lacks a soul of his own and as result is not easily affected by things that require a great amount of emotional intensity to work. He was only able to use the ability of Trance after absorbing the hundreds of souls aboard the Invincible and it seems he only developed a conscience after this point.
First Person: [The frame of the video is filled with the sight of fingers as it turns quickly for a moment. It stops on the face of a young man, beautiful and weary. His silvery hair is almost cascading towards the viewer, as if he were leaning over it. After a moment, he breathes a heavy sigh.]
I don’t know where this is, but I heavily suspect Zidane and his troop will be after me yet. If anyone would be willing to give me information, I’m sure we could work something out.
[Kuja smiles winningly, drawing a finger lazily along the rim of the watch face. His melodious voice quiets, speaking more to himself than whoever is watching.]
Alas, poor canary, you cannot spread your wings just yet…
[The feed shuts off as the watch is closed with a sense of finality.]
Third Person: The last thing Kuja remembered was a flash of brilliant light, so in his mind, it was appropriate to be greeted by an abundance of it.
He cracked open an eye to peek at his surroundings, before sitting up and opening his eyes fully. It appeared that by all rights, he had been unconscious on the floor of a train car. Pursing his lips for a moment, Kuja leaned on the seat next to him to stand. If he were honest, he still felt weary from all the energy he spent at the Iifa Tree and considering his state upon waking, he had to guess he’d been brought here.
A cursory check of his body, hair included, revealed nothing save for a few smudges of dirt. This was entirely logical as the last thing he remembered was mentally preparing for the onslaught of an insane soul-refining tree in the midst of its death throes. Despite feeling fine, Kuja simply could not shake his discomfort. Looking at his reflection, he fixed a stray hair, lost in the memory of the last conversation with Zidane and a single thought surged forward.
I don’t deserve to live after what I’ve done.
Kuja frowned at his reflection, the idea of ‘deserving life’ turning his stomach. The whole reason why he fought, why he destroyed, why he existed - served to dispel such a foolish notion. He shook his head once, realizing for the first time that the train was not moving. Smirking ruefully to himself, Kuja straightened his posture and strode smoothly onto the platform.
Re: [CANON] Kuja || Final Fantasy 9 || No Reserve || 3 of 3
Physical Resilience – Kuja is shown able to withstand a great amount of damage with little complication, having taken the full brunt of a dragon’s attack with little more than a scratched forehead. It takes him expending the full amount of his energy to show any sign of physical exhaustion and he still retains the ability to teleport several people away from his location using magic.
Well-Cultured – Well known as a nobleman, Kuja has a great appreciation of art and has a great knowledge of various plays, operas and works of fine art.
Soulless – Kuja lacks a soul of his own and as result is not easily affected by things that require a great amount of emotional intensity to work. He was only able to use the ability of Trance after absorbing the hundreds of souls aboard the Invincible and it seems he only developed a conscience after this point.
First Person: [The frame of the video is filled with the sight of fingers as it turns quickly for a moment. It stops on the face of a young man, beautiful and weary. His silvery hair is almost cascading towards the viewer, as if he were leaning over it. After a moment, he breathes a heavy sigh.]
I don’t know where this is, but I heavily suspect Zidane and his troop will be after me yet. If anyone would be willing to give me information, I’m sure we could work something out.
[Kuja smiles winningly, drawing a finger lazily along the rim of the watch face. His melodious voice quiets, speaking more to himself than whoever is watching.]
Alas, poor canary, you cannot spread your wings just yet…
[The feed shuts off as the watch is closed with a sense of finality.]
Third Person: The last thing Kuja remembered was a flash of brilliant light, so in his mind, it was appropriate to be greeted by an abundance of it.
He cracked open an eye to peek at his surroundings, before sitting up and opening his eyes fully. It appeared that by all rights, he had been unconscious on the floor of a train car. Pursing his lips for a moment, Kuja leaned on the seat next to him to stand. If he were honest, he still felt weary from all the energy he spent at the Iifa Tree and considering his state upon waking, he had to guess he’d been brought here.
A cursory check of his body, hair included, revealed nothing save for a few smudges of dirt. This was entirely logical as the last thing he remembered was mentally preparing for the onslaught of an insane soul-refining tree in the midst of its death throes. Despite feeling fine, Kuja simply could not shake his discomfort. Looking at his reflection, he fixed a stray hair, lost in the memory of the last conversation with Zidane and a single thought surged forward.
I don’t deserve to live after what I’ve done.
Kuja frowned at his reflection, the idea of ‘deserving life’ turning his stomach. The whole reason why he fought, why he destroyed, why he existed - served to dispel such a foolish notion. He shook his head once, realizing for the first time that the train was not moving. Smirking ruefully to himself, Kuja straightened his posture and strode smoothly onto the platform.