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English Name: Zelos Wilder Japanese Name: ゼロス・ワイルダー ("Zerosu Wairudaa"') Job: Chosen of Tethe'alla Weapon: Double-edged sword or Dagger Birthplace: Meltokio Age: 22 Height: 5' 10" Weight: 150 lbs Race: Human
My History: The first impression that I give is that of a skirt-chasing, irresponsible and immature man; in fact, the first time I appear in the game, I wasted no time in flirting with Raine and Colette, despite the presence of my numerous hunnies around me. However, I have more internal conflicts and emotional pain than I let on (though clues are dropped throughout the storyline), a pain that is more severe than that of any other character in the game. As I reveal to Lloyd in Flanoir, my mother, Mylene, was told to marry my father, the Chosen at the time, by the Oracle of Cruxis, even though she loved someone else. Growing up, my home life was less-than-comforting; neither my mother nor my father cared much for me, and both parents had affairs outside the marriage. As such, my main caretaker was Sebastian, the family butler.
When I was a child, my father's mistress, a half-elf, gave birth to my half-sister, Seles. Me and Seles were close friends as children. After the death of my father, the half-elven mistress attempted to kill me. She knew that, if I died, Seles (as the last relative of the half-siblings' father) would become the Chosen of Mana. As I vividly described, it was a snowy day when she put her plans into effect. As My mother and I built a snowman, the half-elf unleashed a barrage of magic. My mother was accidentally caught in the crossfire, and the snow that the snowman was comprised of ran red with her blood. Her last words to me were: "You should never have been born."
After my mother's death, Seles' mother was executed. Seles herself was imprisoned in an abbey for life. It is highly likely most of my narcissist-like behavior stems from the fact that I was neglected and unappreciated throughout my childhood, dotcha think?
I always felt guilty for the death of my mother, and blamed her death on my title as Chosen, a title I began to loathe. I grew up under the impression that I was worthless, a pathetic Chosen who could never save the world. This impression was further nurtured by the knowledge that Seles would have been a far more capable Chosen than me. I grew up in the knowledge that, had I died that snowy day in Meltokio, Seles would indeed be the Chosen, the greatest Chosen that Tethe'alla had seen in decades. Both this and the knowledge that I could not live up to the expectations set upon me as Chosen further deepened on my self-loathing. Growing up in Meltokio's indifferent society, I was forced to lock my emotions away and adopt a mask of confidence, self-assurance, self-esteem, and superficiality. This mask allowed me to differentiate between those who merely had a passing interest in me and those who truly wished to know and befriend me. It also allowed me to defend myself from further emotional trauma.
When I was six, I met Regal Bryant at the Princess' birthday party. Regal was seventeen at the time, and I was familiar with Regal's significant economic impact on Tethe'alla. I am thus able to somewhat recognize, or at least suspect, who Regal is when he joins the group; I repeatedly implie that Regal is the President of Lezareno, but everyone else remains ignorant of his true identity.
As I reached my teenage years, I found that I was considered very popular amongst Meltokio's noblewomen. It soon became apparent that these aristocrats were not interested in me for my personality, nor for my good looks; they only wished to be associated with the Chosen of Mana. I used this superficial interest to my advantage, and soon gained a world-spanning reputation as a womanizer. I was educated at the Imperial Research Academy in Sybak, where my good looks and status allowed me to manipulate my female classmates into taking notes and tests for me.^.- As such, I graduated at the top of my class.
I also am depicted as somewhat prejudiced against half-elves, due to my mother's murderess being half-elven and being taught from childhood that half-elves were "disgusting, filthy creatures." Despite this apparent prejudice, I am actually more sympathetic to half-elves than my peers, exerting my influence to stop some of the Pope's radical anti-half-elf legislature from becoming law even before I met Lloyd. After meeting Genis and Raine, I eventually learned to accept them, despite my conflicts with Genis; I even commented on how the Sage siblings are nothing like the half-elf stereotypes I'd been taught about, but remarking that I am not quite able to rid myself of feelings of prejudice.
I have an odd friendship with Sheena, and I interacts with her more frequently than any of the other party member. She knew me well before she was sent to Sylvarant, and I once tried peeking on her in the shower.^.- I once made many frequent references to Sheena's voluptuous figure, and usually I usually get hit by Sheena for my trouble. However, we often discuss recent events and bounce suspicions and ideas off of us. I nurse some genuine feelings for Sheena, but I kinda hide it through my apparent pervertedness. However, my feelings for Sheena become apparent in certain situations: I reacted quite vehemently when Sheena suggested trading her life to let the party escape, I grabbed her and went through the Otherworldly Gate, and, after Sheena said she would prefer to live in Sylvarant after the two worlds split apart, I mentioned that I would prefer to live there too, although I suggested that it would be because Tethe'alla would be better off without me.Thanks Buddy!My Newest AMV Please Watch!.. ..
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