Bluu - a buddiing Garden...
May 8 09:29:40 2003

As the Cleft grows and decays, sifting through the dimentions, it takes
with it new heroes and leaves behind old memories in the worlds where its
spacial footsteps have tread. And one day by some divine will, it stole
away Casey Leonhart. A hero of his time and the retired son of the late
Squall of the same name. From the ruins of the Galbadia and Balamb he
spearheaded the movement to rebuild Garden as a moderate peacekeeping
organization.

Fast forward 5 years. The Cleft is a dangerous place for the unwary, and
Bluu Graves is no exception. Only a low class Dragoon in Barron's feild, he
nearly fell to a goblin raiding party when a man with iron resolve and a
sword that left blood and lead in its arc dispatched the squad with cold
effenciency. Casey took the Dragoon under his wing and taught him the ideals
of Garden and impressed the need for military action in this wild world.

Current day. Bluu, dressed in black busness slacks, an open dress coat, and
a black scarf on his head with a skull and crossbones keeping his braided
blue hair off his face, stood with dignity in a cluttered garden. It was
only fitting that a garden (though covered with laptops, paperwork, and
collaspable desks) would be fitting for this event. This day, under the
skies of the Cleft, SeeD would be formed and Leonhart's will would live on.

And Casey would be avenged.

--Bluu