really and don't say a black mage because that's bulltrout
he doesn't even have a head
He is an abomination created from the riff-raff dreg souls of Gaia which makes him pure magic with some level of consciousness.
True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe. Maybe this year will be better than the last. I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself. To hold on to these moments as they pass...
Is it ever established if he's a prototype for the other Black Mages in the game?
The Black Mages are all made of mist. He was the prototype, or a creation gone wrong. Did you ever play Ratchet and Clank? Same principle, I imagine.
Vivi is simply and artifically created intelligence, like Tidus, that was created with the gag of the "unknown" face as the face in old Final Fantasys are covered when wearing the hat. In Vivi's case, a mist creation, it is more like the Black Mages being an actual species. Their eyes, the yellow light, even fade away when they die. Well, somehow that is fitting because you talk about the light in your eyes that vanishes.
That is no theory and the Retro-Final Fantasy part about normal Black Mages is also known.
EDIT: I just saw your Orko post.
I think Vivi is a prototype for the next level of Black Mage. It goes Black Mage, Black Waltz, Vivi. Maybe he didn'tdiestop in the end.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Um, pretty sure he's a transdimensional dustmite. They even said so in the secret ATE in Treno.
He's a cutie is what he is.