This came from sudden inspiration while surfing on YouTube, and was put together quickly. But enjoy anyway!
The blondes, it thinks, are varied in size and ability, but they are all powerful.
Take the first one I witnessed. Vaan, his name was. Fast on his feet, a thief by nature. His steals weren't always material. Stealing away maiden's hearts and away angry breaths he did, darting through the streets of Rabanastre. He stole his way into the Rebellion, and there he stayed. His usage of my gift to him was well used, summoning Espers to deal mighty amounts of damage.
The second blonde was very much different then the first. For one thing, the second blond was a girl. A pretty one, forced into a life a girl like her shouldn't have been in. Penelo, she was called. A dancer, and dance she did. Into many a man's heart. She weaved in and out of me, healing and injuring in the same step.
The third blonde is the easily the most dangerous blond, although he is supposed dead. Strong hands injure and calm, wielding weapons and fears alike to aid his country. Basch was the protector, the guardian, meant to endure damage. His use of me was minimal, calling on me only when necessary.
The fourth blonde has suffered the most, losing her kingdom, her father, and her lover all in one fell swoop. Ashe, aptly named for ash is what builds forests anew, much as she hopes to do with her fallen kingdom of Dalmasaca. Her use of me was never ending, calling upon me to heal her, injure foes, summon great beings. She never seemed to tire of me, thinking of me only as a tool to accomplish her goal.
The fifth blonde is the most hard to read. He seems to think of only himself, the Leading Man, Balthier, but he truly worries about his partner, and the two young street rats he has taken under his wing. Out in the wilderness, he shows no fear, but quakes inside. His use of me is most interesting, using it to hide himself.
But it also wonders, about the other one. Doesn't she feel out of place, among the Hume's and their striking blonde hair? But no, Fran, it realizes doesn't. She sees herself as different in a good way. But, that one has always been different and gone against the grain. She left the wood, one of few Viera to do so. She joined a Hume, and became his partner. Many Viera found this demeaning. And she is the best at using me, understanding when and how to strike. So perhaps her being among them isn't so strange after all.
And as it muses, the world slowly turns, round and round.