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code_red_turk on August 28th, 2006 09:07 pm (UTC)
Reno profile part 1!
--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Jen
-Age: 28
-Gender: Female
-E-mail address: errand_monkey@yahoo.com
-AIM: InoFan
--Character Information

-Name: Michael Reno
-Age: 32
-Birthday: November 8th
-Birthplace: Midgar
-Gender: Male

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-Mother: Lydia (deceased)
-Father: Walter (deceased)
-Siblings: Anastasia, sister (he has no idea where she is)
-Marital status: Widower
-Children: None
-Pets: None (Reno would forget he owned a pet and it would likely die from neglect)

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-Eyes: Green-blue with a slight glow from the Mako infusion given to all Soldiers at the point in time he joined the army.
-Height: 6'1"
-Weight: 178 lbs
-Hair color/style: His hair is an unruly red; he lets most of it go where it pleases, while pulling the rest back into a haphazard, low-styled tail.
-Complexion: Pale

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-Distinguishing marks: Two identical facial scars, one on either cheek going across his cheekbones at an angle. He received those as a gift from a rival gang during his teenage years. Also, in rescuing Rufus from the Shinra building with Rude, he received a thick scar that spans the length of his knee bone. Other than that, bullet wound scars, various scars all over from other scrapes he's been in from being a Turk and running hard in his youth (I could be here all day listing them).
-Build: His build is wiry, with tight muscles that relate to use more than they do the gym.
-Voice: Mid-range, always with a slightly sarcastic or sly edge, as if Reno's constantly having fun at someone else's expense (knowing Reno, he is). He's very good at hiding his darker thoughts behind his laid-back, good cheer.
-Clothes: Most often found in the blue suit of the Turks. It's rare for anyone other than his friends to see him in anything else. He made up his mind a long time ago that those everywhere he traveled would forever associate him with the Turks. While the other Turks look neat, however, Reno seems to just pick up whatever rumpled suit happens to be lying around and throws it on. He doesn't wear a tie, leaves his shirt unbottoned, and only half tucks it in. The bottom of his pants fray over the edge of his shoes, and even his shoes are scuffed.
-General Appearance: Reno at first comes across as a lazy slob who seems both ineffective and a little too much of a jokester. His favorite thing to do, however, is fool people into believing he's less than he really is. He finds it amusing to shatter their idea of him when the time comes. And when he gets down to business, he is a very frightening and even more intimidating than Rude.

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(Anonymous) on August 28th, 2006 09:07 pm (UTC)
Re: Reno profile part 1!

-Brief Personality:

Abrasive, outspoken, and difficult, Reno isn't easy to manipulate and even less easy to get along with. He is cynical, sarcastic, and smokes too much. Drinking is one of his favorite past times, and while he has enough sense not to drink on the job he does tend to spend a great deal of his after hours in the bars.

There are few people he trusts, and even fewer he would confide in. He doesn't like authority, prefers to make up his own rules as they suit him, and rarely walks a line. He is essentially a wild card, good at what he does, and not afraid to fight.

When he places his loyalty, however, it is unshakeable unless there is a damn good reason for it to be otherwise. He would die for the important people in his life, and while it seems he has no morals, he's developed his own set over the years based on his experiences. Despite what it may seem, he's also an unfailingly kind person - a fact which only surfaces with close friends and children.

He is stubborn to a fault and will not change his mind without a whole lot of reasons to do otherwise. Along with that, he will simply frustrate people and say he thinks something he doesn't just to get a rise out of someone. Once they've worked themselves into a lather, he'll finally admit he was just playing with them. Despite everything, possibly because of everything, he likes to joke.

He can hold a grudge better than anyone, and once he dislikes you, it takes a whole lot to get him to think otherwise. He is not a man to hold certain feelings inside. If he dislikes you, he will flat out tell you and think nothing of how it'll ruin your interactions. He decided a long time ago that he wasn't putting up with anything he didn't have to, and doesn't care how it'll hurt others.

Reno is a hundred percent in everything or he's nothing. Unless he can give his entire attention to it, he'll either not do it or drop it right away. Consequently, that's why he'll think nothing of sleeping with a woman one night and never calling her again if she isn't keeper material (not to mention, he just likes sex). Once he has found that one person (something deep inside he feels he will never again do after losing his wife), he would give everything to them and never think of straying.

You can't tell him anything. If he doesn't want to listen, he won't. Reno is a person that has to learn things the hard way and make his own mistakes. He might admit afterward that you were right, but he won't apologize. He has to live his life his own way.

Re: Reno profile part 1! - code_red_turk on August 28th, 2006 09:10 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Reno profile part 1! - code_red_turk on August 28th, 2006 09:10 pm (UTC) (Expand)
sisyphean on August 29th, 2006 07:10 pm (UTC)
Rude I
--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Pao
-Age: 18
-Gender: Female
-E-mail address: magetastic@hotmail.com
-AIM: hinacha
-MSN: magetastic@hotmail.com
-YM: beautifulkunoichi

--Character Information

-Name: Creighton Rude
-Age: 30
-Birthday: May 2nd
-Birthplace: Midgar
-Gender: Male

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-Mother: Valerie
-Father: Christopher (deceased)
-Siblings: None
-Marital status: Single
-Children: None
-Pets: ... Reno? No, none.

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-Eyes: Brown
-Height: 6'4"
-Weight: 191 lbs
-Hair color/style: ... bald. His facial hair comes in black, though, if that helps.
-Complexion: Tanned.

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-Distinguishing marks: Rude has more earrings than your average teenaged girl... and he wears them all at once. Once he started, he just couldn't find a good reason to stop, so he didn't. Aside from that, he has a roughly six-inch long burn scar on his left leg from when he and Reno removed Rufus from danger. Aside from that, various other scars he's gathered over the years, as well as the loss of sensation in two fingers on his left hand.
-Build: Rude is huge. He's tall, broad, takes meticulous care of himself, and has really big feet. He's not the kind of person you want to meet in a dark alley in the middle of the night, or really in an alley any time of day... He's just not the sort of guy you want to find yourself alone with if you've got a guilty conscience.
-Voice: Deep and a bit on the quiet side. Rude doesn't say much, so it's best if you catch it the first time around.
-Clothes: His uniform. Sometimes, it seems Rude is working more often than he's not, and so he just got into the habit of wearing suits. On his off days, he'll wear slacks and a button-down shirt, and that's about as casual as he gets until it's time to hop into bed naked.
-General Appearance: Intimidating. His rigid posture, towering height, and impressive physique all combine to lend Rude an air of untouchability. Not many people care to approach him, as he rarely smiles, and the hints of a frown can often be seen just above his sunglasses. Despite being as tall and broad as he is, Rude moves quickly and quietly, and has scared a good decade off more than one person by popping up unexpectedly.

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sisyphean on August 29th, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
Rude II
-Brief Personality: Rude is a fairly simple man. He believes in getting something done with the least amount of fuss possible, and he applies that to most things in his life. When he has made up his mind to do something, that's just it; he'll do it, and if he doesn't do it, there's a damn good reason why he didn't. He's not prone to making excuses, and if he screws something up, he'll admit it. Then he'll turn around and figure out a way to do it right next time, and better.

A quiet man by nature, he certainly isn't the type to open his mouth unless he has something worthwhile to say. The only time that really varies is when he's around Reno, considering the other man is the only person he really considers a friend. His sense of humor is understated and often missed, though to be fair, it isn't often he gets to display it.

You could say that Rude is the cliched "gentle giant" but doing so would underestimate him severely. Yes, he is a calm man, and yes, he can be gentle when he wants to. However, when he's on the job, he's deadly serious about that job, and if you're part of the mission objective... well, whatever needs to be done, will be done. He will lie, cheat, steal, and kill without a second thought if the job requires it, and even if he doesn't exactly love himself for it, it's the job. He made the decision and he'll stick with it.

He's not the sort of man who carelessly loses his temper. Often, Rude will simply regard people as annoying and deal with them accordingly. The few who have truly managed to make him angry... did live. They just didn't do so comfortably. His temper, once you finally get around to inciting it, is a terrible, frightening thing. Mostly because he will never, for a moment, lose his cool. He will be utterly calm and his mouth will never waver while he breaks every bone in both of your hands and casually makes his way up your arms.

He doesn't enjoy being cruel, but when the job calls for it, he delivers.

-Brief Background: Rude was born and raised in Midgar, though his family always clung to a level just below comfortable living. His life was fairly uneventful until his father got an unexpected "windfall" when he was eight, and moved the family to a better section of Midgar.

Naturally, windfalls were about as common as miracles in Midgar, so there was a dark slant to the situation. The truth came out a few years later when one of his father's "business deals" went bad and he was found with a bullet in his head and cocaine in his pocket. It was revealed that Rude's mother had knowledge of her husband's illegal commerce, and she was put in prison while Rude was tossed into the sector home for orphaned and abandoned children.

Which was basically a dead end. Never a reckless or volatile boy, Rude found his living conditions and the environment very displeasing, and he toughened while he was there. When he was sixteen he simply left, and no one really cared enough to look for him.

He made the mistake of trying to mug a traveler who ended up being a traveling martial arts teacher, and ended up getting his ass kicked. However, what surprised both Rude and the other man was that, instead of slinking off to lick his wounds, he asked to be trained. The most valuable thing he had left was his mother's wedding band, which he traded to the martial artist in exchange for lessons.

He proved to be an apt pupil.

Some years later, he was approached by Tseng to become a member of the Turks, and after considering it briefly, he accepted. He was still fairly new when another Turk was brought on the team, a man named Reno, and though their personalities were far from similar, somehow, they clicked. Since then, they have been nigh inseparable, and if there's a mission where partners are required, they will inevitably work together. Over the years, they have developed a silent sort of communication, as well as simply knowing one another that allows their teamwork to be flawless. (Except, of course, when Bahamut rears up out of no where and Rude stops short just behind Reno's arm... but we won't talk about that.)
Rude III - sisyphean on August 29th, 2006 07:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
8D - 24_7_shades on August 29th, 2006 08:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Jenqueenofhearts on August 30th, 2006 11:59 am (UTC)
North Anthony
--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Jen
-Age: 28
-Gender: Female
-E-mail address: errand_monkey@yahoo.com
-AIM: InoFan
-MSN: NA
-YM: NA

--Character Information

-Name: North Anthony
-Age: 29
-Birthday: November 12th
-Birthplace: Midgar
-Gender: Male

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-Mother: Victoria Anthony
-Father: Unknown
-Siblings: None
-Marital status: Widowed
-Children: One child, deceased.
-Pets: None.

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-Eyes: Grey
-Height: 5'9"
-Weight: 164 lbs
-Hair color/style: Black; closely cropped and finger styled.
-Complexion: Medium

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-Distinguishing marks: Scars. Multiple and varied; from mercenary work.
-Build: Lean, solid.
-Voice: Low-pitched and calm; he always sounds serious, even when he's joking.
-Clothes: North favors dark colors and comfortable, functional clothing. Style isn't an issue, but he manages not to look like a nerd.
-General Appearance: North is of average height and looks very much as if he lives life actively and constantly, rarely taking time to slow down. His features are appealing and obviously masculine.

Jenqueenofhearts on August 30th, 2006 11:59 am (UTC)
Re: North Anthony
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-Personality: North is very blunt and confident, secure in himself and his surroundings. He isn't one for keeping secrets or finding it necessary to hold his tongue, unless he feels what he has to say will only worsen the situation. His confidence, however, comes from within - he's been taking care of himself for so long, that he had to figure out what he could and couldn't do alone.

While fairly open-minded and reasonable when he wants to be, North isn't easily approachable. He purposefully makes no attempt to be overtly friendly or helpful. He's not very trusting and often-times is cynical, expecting that people will let him down and hurt him before they even have. Because of past experiences, it takes a while for him to open up to people.

When he does open up, it's easy to see that he's very much a caring person and very loyal, though he admits to neither. Once you have his trust he will always be there for you. If you have his love, there isn't anything he won't do to keep you safe and happy. On that token, because he's lost so much and had so little, he is very possessive of what he does have. Which includes the people he cares for.

He is a hard worker, expecting far more out of himself than he does of others. He's never known any other way to be and it's foreign to him that others wouldn't be the same. Due to that self-sufficiency, it is hard for him to lean on others and even more difficult to ask for help.

-Background: North grew up poor and with very little parental supervision, much less nurturing. He doesn't know his father, as the man left his mother once he found that she was pregnant. Embittered by this and hardly parenting material to begin with, his mother paid little attention to him once he was capable of getting around on his own.

Most of the time, he was forced to scrounge for his own food or steal it. Some things he received by charity, but most he found a way to get, even if it required begging. He essentially raised himself and gleaned everything he possibly could from anyone who would pay attention to him or give him some of their time. He especially liked the patient old men who would spend hours sitting around. They were often a fount of information and more than happy to share it with an eager 'youngster'.

He got his first job at 9, hauling trash, scrubbing dishes, and doing any other menial tasks he could in the back of a bar (quite illegally). Over time, he had a variety of jobs and found this a much preferable way to earning money.

At the age of 18, he met Adria, who would become his wife. She got pregnant unintentionally and to earn better money for the family, he joined the Shinra army. Six months into her pregnancy and on her way home from the grocery store one night, Adria was mugged and killed. After that, North was considered a bit of a 'wild-card' and was 'let go' from Shinra.

North fell back into doing various odd jobs, including mercenary work. It started out easy enough, until he gained a reputation as being fairly good and the jobs got harder and harder until he was finding himself narrowly dodging death many times. For the past two years he was doing bodyguard work for prominent people in Midgar and it was through this that Tseng found him.

Approached to be a member of the newly formed Turk team, North figured 'why not?'. It was something different and he was getting weary of watching over people.

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-Skills: Silent as a cat, North is difficult to hear approach. He’s also light on his feet and quick, keeping his calm in a fight so that he can gauge his opponent’s next move and counter as is necessary. He’s also a fairly good shot with both handguns and rifle. He’s also a planner and a tactician, preferring to view a situation from all angles before just jumping in.
-Occupation: Member of Turk team 2
-Weapon(s): Two guns in shoulder holsters, various mixes of fighting styles picked up over the years by his soldier training and any class he felt like picking up.
Re: North Anthony - solitary_turk on August 30th, 2006 12:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on August 31st, 2006 08:07 am (UTC)
Shotgun Turk: II
((Note to self: get an OOC journal.))
-Personality: When first talking to her, one might mistake Alethia for something other than a Turk. She’s a very friendly person and easy to get along with, despite some of her elitist views. Part of it comes from her very clear distinction of where the job ends and her personal life begins, and part of it comes from being a very impulsive person.

She has a very strong sense of morals and friendship, possibly best illustrated when she befriended a certain flower girl after rescuing from several waves of attacks from AVALANCHE, then promptly challenged Tseng to a fight in order to buy Aerith time to escape and get home, despite knowing almost nothing about her. It’s gotten her hurt more than once, but she shows no sign of changing in that area. Of course, she’ll deny that she’s any kind of ‘hero’ until her face is blue, but the instant she thinks someone’s in trouble, she’s out the door.

Alethia’s a very flashy person, constantly trying to outdo herself and find bigger challenges. Small jobs that she considers unimportant interest her very little, as she’ll let anyone nearby know. Several times. In minutes. This doesn’t mean that she won’t do it, however. The only times she’s disobeyed orders was when good friends were involved, or when she felt that she could accomplish the overall mission goals better her way. This has lead to some severe disciplinary action in the past, but to date, she still hasn’t learned that lesson.

She has a bad habit of spouting off embarrassingly cheesy lines that sound like they belong in a children’s television show. How she manages to say these things with a straight face is something that no one’s quite figured out.

Also. Catching her before her daily dosage of caffeine generally leads to very unpleasant encounters.

-Background: Alethia was born to a very wealthy family in the town of Mideel. They’d made their fortune off of the hot springs there, and this enabled them to raise the girl however they liked. At a very early age, she showed an interest in hunting, and spent years mastering it. She became famous as one of the greatest, if not the greatest, hunters on the planet, able to track animals in nearly every terrain and kill them with a single shot. However, she was always pushing herself for the next biggest challenge.

It was a surprise for her when she was approached to join the Turks, but she immediately agreed. After training, she came into action right as the terrorist organization known as AVALANCHE appeared again. She and the other Turks clashed with them many times over the course of the next three years, until Alethia was sent into a coma due to shock and a nearly lethal exposure to low levels of mako during the destruction of the Corel Mako Reactor. She awoke three years later and spent the next few months making life hell for the Turks trying to play doctor.

A year later, things finally came to a head in the conflict between AVALANCHE and the Turks. The mad scientist, Fuhito, summoned the ultimate summon, Zirconiade. Alethia and the other Turks barely survived the following battle, but they succeeded in saving the world. A year later, Shin-Ra fell apart as Meteor descended. Alethia was one of the Turks who evacuated Midgar, and she spent the next year recovering at home, having managed to convince herself that her career as a Turk was over. When she was asked to come back, she practically jumped at the opportunity, having been bored out of her skull.

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-Skills: Most anything related to being a Turk. She utterly fails at intimidation, unless she beats someone over the head with the reputation of the Turks. Or unless coffee is involved. She’s also an excellent tracker and sniper, and very skilled with a shotgun.
-Occupation [if any]: Member of Turk Team 1.
-Weapon(s) [if any]: Custom-made shotgun, several knives, and a smattering of martial arts skills she’s picked up over the years of working with the Turks. She’s surprisingly brutal and strong during a fight, and is still considered the king of a fighting club in Costa del Sol. To this day, she thanks her lucky stars that Rude hasn’t thought of coming there.
(Anonymous) on August 31st, 2006 08:10 am (UTC)
Shotgun Turk: III
((Ah. Sorry about the mess.))

Third person writing sample: There was danger in the area. The animals recognized it and left immediately. Unfortunately, the mindless drones hiding behind their false smiles were shielded against such helpful senses and instincts. It was probably something to do with that stupid apron they had to wear. Or the counter separating them from their customers. Or maybe it was that stupid cheery music that was playing. Either way. It apparently made the boy behind the counter feel armored enough to chirp out “I’m on break now!” and turn away from the customer in front of him.

It was probably not the brightest move he could make. Especially considering just who it was he turned his back to. Those who had been there shrank away. One began to openly pray. One of the poor kid’s coworkers began to reach for him, maybe to warn or protect him, but it was a little too late. The ignored customer had him by the hair, and slammed his head against the counter with a resounding crack. He flailed, in pain and trying to object, until he looked at his assailant for the first time.

It was a woman in a suit. Not just any suit, but the suits you didn’t want to mess with. And… Well, she didn’t look entirely sane, especially not with the bloodshot eyes. He started to object to the treatment, apologize, make an excuse, but was cut short with a swift, harsh smack to the forehead. The devil woman leaned forward, focusing those evil eyes on his own.

“Your break is over now. You. Have coffee. Gimme.”

That tone allowed no argument. The Turk released him, watching him like a hawk as he filled out her all-too-vague order. Once or twice, she barked out an order. Something like “More sugar. Less cream.” Finally, after one final outburst when he tried to give her a cup that wasn’t filled to the brim, the woman’s coffee was complete. She snatched it from his hands and stalked out, ignoring the look of outrage she got. The boy tried to object one, final time, but was shushed quickly.

Alethia, with very few incidents, made it to the office and promptly curled up on a couch with her coffee. It would be a few minutes, but she might actually be decent for the rest of the day once she’d had time to wake up and let the coffee kick in.
sisyphean on August 31st, 2006 07:37 pm (UTC)
Re: Shotgun Turk: III
Approved. Impressive app! ^^ The only thing I'd say is that, while comical, we'd prefer not to have her running around slamming people's heads into counters and that sort of thing often. It lends itself toward a bit overdone / power character-ish.

On the job, of course, any dirty means necessary to get it done. <3 But in everyday life, we'd rather not have to make Rude chase after her and bop her a good one for beating on civilians. Shinra is trying to restore its image. XD ... kinda.
Re: Shotgun Turk: III - no_headslamming on September 1st, 2006 12:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
ss_essess on September 1st, 2006 01:50 pm (UTC)
Rufus pt. 1
--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Nik
-Age: 30
-Gender: F
-E-mail address: nikrrr[at]gmail.com
-AIM: nikrrr

--Character Information

-Name: Rufus Shinra
-Age: 25
-Birthday: August 7
-Birthplace: Midgar
-Gender: Male

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-Mother: Portia (deceased)
-Father: Martel Rufus (deceased)
-Siblings: None
-Marital status: Single
-Children: None
-Pets: Dark Nation

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-Eyes: Blue
-Height: 6'0"
-Weight: 160 lbs
-Hair color/style: Strawberry blonde, brushed back
-Complexion: Pale

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-Distinguishing marks: Missing tooth in lower right jaw.
-Build: Thin but in shape. Rufus isn't exactly rippling with muscles, but he isn't a bowl of pudding, either. His body is most like a dancer's body, with reliance on speed and agility more than strength or skill.
-Voice: Medium, even tone, and sometimes lilting, which is easily mistaken for condescending. He can control his voice when angry, but there is an occasional break to the higher notes.
-Clothes: Mainly all white suits, with dark shirts underneath. Rufus also likes gray. He is almost always seen in business suits, and every once in a while can be caught in business casual. He always feels best when he's well dressed.
-General Appearance: Rufus is very well-groomed but not what is usually considered uptight. His casual stance and sometimes careless shrugs accompany a distinct slouch he adopted after the death of his father. The swaggering walk, half-smirks and bored expressions are all a part of his "look." It is almost impossible to tell what Rufus is--ambitious, lazy, cocky, brilliant?--based on his appearance alone.
ss_essess on September 1st, 2006 01:53 pm (UTC)
Rufus pt. 2
-Brief Personality: Rufus is almost impossible to pin down. He wants to be seen as the good guy. He wants everyone to like him. He doesn't care who likes him. He likes to put off that 'bad boy' vibe. Rufus is moody and often hard to understand. He doesn't part with information easily. He is often calculating and has a brilliant mind that he prefers to use to his own interests--but sometimes he likes to do things for others. He can tell a joke and frown at the punchline. He will make you dinner but it'll be his own favorite meal.

Most of all, people probably think Rufus is a big fat faker. He flip-flops between personalities (or so it seems). He is young and can appear careless; he makes snap decisions without thinking, but he also dwells on situations before doing anything about them. His process of thought is not always clear, not even to him.

Rufus does enjoy research, however, and he likes to hear opinions aside from his own. He can be, at times, easy to work with. He can also behave like a curious child when he wants to.

-Brief Background: Rufus was born in a privileged, upper-class home with many opportunities and unlimited resources. His mother died when he was very young and his father dedicated himself to his business--the Shinra Electric Power Company.

The staff of the Shinra household raised Rufus as best they could, giving him the opportunity to look to them for adult supervision. Rufus rejected and ignored them, content to spend the time alone with his books and thoughts. He was a very intelligent and ambitious child, and learned quickly.

When he was barely a teen, his father brought him into Shinra to learn the business. Rufus was adept with technology, numbers, and animal advancement. When his father sent him off to college, Rufus began a draft of a program to evolve and train household pets. This was the first of many of Shinra's evolution projects--Dark Nation becoming the first animal to receive the treatments. Rufus and Dark Nation share a deep bond and protect one another in battle.

After the death of Martel Shinra, Rufus, then only 21, took over Shinra's presidency. He liked to believe that the people saw him as an angel of change, and thought they welcomed his youth and ambitions. He was probably wrong.

With one exception, Rufus will not talk about pre- or post-Meteor events. He has publicly and apologetically admitted to Shinra's, and his own, involvement in the planet's (specifically Midgar's) destruction, and has adapted Reeve's plans to restore the city (at least). Rufus struggles with his reasons for this turn-around and is aware that most people believe he is insincere. Most of the time he's not sure if he's being sincere or not, but in reality he knows he's being sincere, and he just likes to feel like he's not being sincere so he can post feelings of insincerity, so people will question him, and that will in turn make him feel "cool."

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-Skills: A bit of charm, good speaking skills, and a cleverly-disguised grasp of manipulation. He is also a decent writer.
-Occupation [if any]: President of Shinra (...also an author under and undisclosed pen name)
-Weapon(s)[if any]: Double-barrel shotgun, sometimes a handgun.
ss_essess on September 1st, 2006 01:56 pm (UTC)
Rufus pt. 3
The Writing Sample.

Disclaimer: I usually write a strange Rufus. My Rufus uses the following excuse: "Geostigma! Is the reason!" But actually, I've written Rufus this way for a long time...so it's all my fault. Apologies in advance (but he can be quite fun, so please don't be too hard on him!).

--

The curtain had the nerve to let in a beam of light, aimed directly at his exposed left temple and eye. A hand shot up and chopped it into four equal bits, the thumb pressing hard against the edge of his eyebrow. Sunlight gave him a headache, sometimes. Or, in this case, made a headache worse.

"Headache." Rufus complained. He took in a deep breath, prepared to expel it in one long sigh, but he lost interest. Instead, he turned his attention to Dark Nation, the cat's head in his lap. Rufus thought he made a pretty black shape against the white of his slacks.

His lips curved only slightly; his hand forgot the light and came down to stroke Dark Nation's fur. "You're lucky. You get to lie around and have someone pet you all day. What do I get? Headaches and sunbeams. Meetings that last for hours. Reeve's constant addenda to the Plan." Now, Rufus sighed. "Headaches." He repeated.

Rufus' smile slipped, lips smoothing back down into the usual line. Dark Nation felt his master's body tense. He moved away from Rufus' lap and over to his bed, tucked into the corner of the modest apartment.

Rufus stood up, his arms swinging down at his sides, his shoulders and back straight. He thought of his father (a strong man is upright) and he thought of himself. He thought of the people of Midgar, who didn't trust him (and why should they?).

"Who am I, really?" He asked himself out loud, feeling like a boy again, feeling like every cliché he'd ever heard. His father's voice bumped up against the insides of his skull: (stand up straight, son, you're a Shinra!).

He thought of that damn wheelchair he used to sit in. It was a symbol. It was an enabler for the not-really-disabled. It was a ruse and a sham and part of the Plan. It was a tool, and it put everything in focus.

Rufus' shoulders dropped but his smile returned. He had no idea anymore, or maybe he did. He had Reeve. He had Tseng, and Reno, and Rude. He had aspirin.

"Headache," he murmured again, taking his first step toward the bathroom.
sisyphean on September 1st, 2006 04:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Rufus pt. 3
Approved! I like your Rufus. :D Please make a journal and reply here with it so that the various character lists can be updated.
Re: Rufus pt. 3 - prez_blondie on September 1st, 2006 08:26 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Rufus pt. 3 - sisyphean on September 10th, 2006 04:58 am (UTC) (Expand)
Jenqueenofhearts on September 2nd, 2006 07:33 am (UTC)
Madelynn Noventa
--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Jen
-Age: 28
-Gender: Female
-E-mail address: errand_monkey@yahoo.com
-AIM: InoFan
-MSN: NA
-YM: NA

--Character Information

-Name: Madelynn Noventa
-Age: 28
-Birthday: May 20
-Birthplace: Midgar
-Gender: Female

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-Mother: Sachiko Noventa
-Father: Marshall Noventa
-Siblings: None
-Marital status: Single
-Children: None
-Pets: None; unless you count her one houseplant half-alive in her kitchen window.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Eyes: Brown
-Height: 5'4"
-Weight: 110 lbs
-Hair color/style: Glossy black and cut into layers that frame her face and fall approximately 2 - 3 inches past her shoulders. She's had her hair highlighted with chocolate and caramel colored accents and has short, whispy bangs.
-Complexion: Slightly golden, despite her Wutainese heritage.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Distinguishing marks: None.
-Build: Of average height and slender, with a distinctive feminine shape.
-Voice: Medium pitched and pleasant.
-Clothes: Maddie wears stylish suits (both pants and skirts) to work and off work loves a variety of clothing from jeans to slacks. She prefers darker colors - reds, golds, dark greens, blacks, browns, etc.
-General Appearance: Maddie comes across as attractive, put-to-gether, and confident. Men might be drawn to her for her looks, and others might simply because she just has an air about her that says she knows where she's going and what she's about.





Jenqueenofhearts on September 2nd, 2006 07:33 am (UTC)
Re: Madelynn Noventa

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-Brief Personality: Madelynn is driven, focused, and confident. She knows what she wants and goes for it without hesitation. She has no trouble speaking her mind and displeasure, and can have a bit of a temper at times. At the same time, she's friendly, fun-loving, and relatively easy to get along with. Her father calls her his 'firecracker'.

While Maddie is excellent at the personal relations required for her job, she's never been good when it comes to her own personal relationships. She might have no trouble speaking her mind, but sharing her inner feelings is another matter. Consequently, her relationships never last very long. And she tells herself that it's fine because her job is so demanding (but really, it's not fine at all).

She's fiercely loyal and protective of those she cares for, insanely stubborn, and relatively self-aware. Constantly striving for perfection in her work, she has a tendency to work too hard. It's difficult for her to slow down and to stop once she's gotten going. She needs to see it through to the end and has difficulty focusing on anything else until she has.


-Brief Background: Maddie grew up in privelige in the upper sector of Midgar. Her father is a wealthy businessman and her mother a Wutain house-wife that he met on a business trip. She's always been loved and cared for, never wanted for anything. Her life has been relatively normal, and she gets her drive and example of how to be from her father mostly.

She went to college to get a degree in business, worked her way up from the bottom, and just recently because Shinra's VP.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Skills: Fencing, horseback riding, drawing.
-Occupation: Vice President of Shinra Inc.
-Weapon(s): None, though Maddie could use a fencing sword if one was hanging around.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Third person writing sample:

Eyeing the plant in her window with consternation, Madelynn Noventa sighed. No matter what she did with the thing - watered it, fed it expensive plant food - it never thrived. How hard could it possibly be to take care of one plant? She was beginning to think she had the death touch. And this adventure with the plant was making her have serious doubt about being a mother one day; who knew what she would do to a baby.

"Can't you take pity on me and grow?" She asked it, sipping her coffee and playing half-heartedly with a piece of toast. She wasn't much of a breakfast person.

Making business deals in Shinra's behalf, using her charm to manipulate people into getting what she wanted... that all came naturally. It also seemed liked it should be far harder than growing a plant. Especially when she'd researched before hand, followed all the instructions, and treated it like a delicate child.

Snorting, she turned away and glanced at the paper on her kitchen table. "It's like when I try to make cookies..."

It didn't matter how closely she followed the recipe. They always turned out strangely deformed and tasting slightly off.

"I'm obviously not meant to be a housewife."
Re: Madelynn Noventa - maddie_noventa on September 2nd, 2006 07:34 am (UTC) (Expand)
Lex: Fangirlsevilwildlex on September 3rd, 2006 03:47 am (UTC)
Application: Jaelle Aloysia, Head of Weapons
Player Information

-Name/Alias: Lex
-Age: 26
-Gender: F
-E-mail address: evil_wild_lex at yahoo.com
-AIM: Katana Maid
-MSN: set_on_fire@hotmail.com
-YM:

--Character Information

-Name: Jaelle Aloysia
-Age: 29 (though in official company records, it says she's 33)
-Birthday: May 23
-Birthplace: Costa del Sol
-Gender: Female

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Mother: Mirelle Aloysia
-Father: Jacquen Aloysia, a legendary/infamous con man
-Siblings: None.
-Marital status: Single.
-Children: None, thankfully.
-Pets: None.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Eyes: Violet-blue, with an unnatural brightness to them, caused by a very light dose of Mako. (it should be noted that this, along with an amazing immune system and pain threshold are the only effects the Mako had on her)
-Height: 5'2"
-Weight: 110 pounds
-Hair color/style: Jaelle's hair is naturally a dark plum shade, but she's been known to play around with hair dye on occasion. The hair is nearly down to her waist, either worn loose, or pulled back into a braid for exercising or looking more professional.

-Complexion: Fair, and very healthy looking.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Distinguishing marks: None.
-Build: Her build is small and compact, though her personality makes her seem a little bigger than she actually is.
-Voice: An expressive mezzo sorprano. Jaelle has a lot of range in tone and pitch.

-Clothes: Jaelle prefers to wear casual clothing with a lot of pockets, to conceal weapons in. This is second nature for her. Generally, she prefers baggy pants, a fitted top, and a loose coat over that. However, when she has to dress to impress, Jaelle still leans towards comfortable clothing and avoids really high heels like the plague they are.

-General Appearance: Jaelle frequently has an impish, playful look to her. Her facial expressions and body language show her forthright manner and outgoing nature. She is the sort of person one can naturally relax in front of...unless you hear the words "I'm bored" or "oops" come from her mouth.

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-Brief Personality: Jaelle is a very outgoing individual that knows how to have fun. She adapts well to the situations in life that she finds herself in, and has fairly good problem-solving skills. She's exceptionally friendly, and tends to draw people to her. Jaelle is a naturally lucky individual, and is grateful for this fact because she has the tendency to get herself into trouble regularly. She can sometimes be too blunt and forthright for her own good, and her irresponsible tendency to do things on a whim has gotten the better of her more than once.

Jaelle is an inventive and creative individual with a particular interest in explosive things, which means it's generally a bad thing if she suddenly finds herself with too much time on her hands. Inheriting her father's tendencies towards gambling and wanderlust certainly haven't helped that. As an employee/co-worker, Jaelle can be frustrating. She generally does do a fairly good job at whatever she's doing, it's just that her tendency to experiment and do things other than what she's been told to do can cause problems. She needs constant stimulation and new things to deal with.

In relationships with close friends and significant others, Jaelle shies away from the "L" word like no other, but she tends to show how she feels through being affectionate and considerate in her actions. Her tendency towards openness makes her quick to blow up, and quick to forgive. It's rare that Jaelle bothers to hold a grudge exceeding two weeks.

Lex: Sesshoumaru break somethingevilwildlex on September 3rd, 2006 03:50 am (UTC)
Jaelle part 2
-Brief Background: Jaelle grew up being raised by her father, an infamous con man/mercenary, Jacquen Aloysia. He'd settled down for a couple of years with her mother, but once Jaelle was two and a half, her mother abruptly took off one day, and her father's wanderlust returned. She spent years travelling all over the world in all sorts of unsavory places most people wouldn't dream of taking a little girl, and developed street smarts at an early age. She also learned her father's tricks, and the difference between book smarts and common sense.

Though he had a very loose sense of discipline, Jacquen did insist on trying to get his daughter a formal education of sorts. Largely, it was through his vast array of acquaintances, and a bundle of textbooks, because it was rare that they stayed at any fixed address for more than six months at a time. When Jaelle was twelve, Jacquen got himself into a lot of trouble with the wrong person, and never returned. His friend Bill, who thought he was just babysitting for a maximum of two days, was at a loss of what to do with her.

Her response to the predicament was to sign herself up for SOLDIER. She lied about her age, and was mainly believed because she seemed street-smart enough to be the minimum age of sixteen and she had a fake ID. Her talent for making simple pocket explosives and going through puberty early contributed to making the lie seem plausible. The physical training was brutal, and she likely wouldn't have lasted long if not for her ability to attract friends like a magnet.

After completing five years of service within SOLDIER, Jaelle worked various positions within Shinra, including within the Science, Weapons, and Space departments of the company. Her attention span for each job lasted between two to three years before she'd go on to apply for another one. When the position of Head of Weapons Development opened up, she threw in a resume halfway jokingly, expecting a brief interview and then a response of "Thanks for coming out. Never apply again." She was as shocked as anyone else when she got the job, despite having the qualifications.

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-Skills: Jaelle's abilities in building things and chemistry border on genius. She's fairly decent at technical things in general, though it's building weapons that she really excels in. Jaelle's social skills are worth noting - she might not be the politest person in the world, but generally she's got a good sense for how to deal with people. Regarding fighting, Jaelle learned far more about combat from witnessing and being in bar room brawls than she ever picked up from the standard training she received in SOLDIER.

-Occupation [if any]: Head of the Weapons Department at Shinra

-Weapon(s)[if any]: First and foremost, her massive rolodex of contacts. The rare individual that manages to earn her long-term wrath can be guaranteed to have their life made unpleasant. Jaelle's also got a wide assortment of weapons she's made herself. The most notable of those she carries with her is a retractable spear and a bundle of tiny explosives. She carries her father's gun with her primarily as a memento, and has actually addressed the gun as "Dad" when she thinks nobody's around.

Lex: Gaara - happy placeevilwildlex on September 3rd, 2006 03:53 am (UTC)
Jaelle sample post
Third person writing sample:

Taking the short cut home from work, Jaelle walked in a dimly lit alley. Most women her size would have balked at the potential hazard, but it had never really bothered Jaelle. There was no point in worrying about what might happen, because as far as she was concerned, it could just as easily happen right outside her home.

However, today she was rather aware of the footsteps and the rather large silhouette coming up behind her.

"You shouldn't be walking alone in dark alleys, little girl," said a low gravelly voice.

Jaelle whipped around to face the man, weapons in her hands and a determined expression on her face. Then she got a look at who it actually was, and her expression turned into a big smile. Weapons still in hand, she took a flying leap and tackled the man with a sort of affectionate roughness around the neck.

"Uncle Bill!"

"Jeez, Jaelle. You're about as foolhardy as your old man was. What would happen if I really was a mugger?"

"Then this would have had a close and personal encounter with your scrotum, and this would be pushed up against your head in case you got any funny ideas about revenge," said Jaelle, gesturing first to her tazer, and next to her dad's old gun.

"I should have known," said Bill with a little shake of his head. "You know, I don't think I've ever met a female, young or old, who disturbed me half as much as you do, little girl."

"But you still love me!" chimed Jaelle cheerfully.

Bill sighed. "Well, yeah. There's a reason I let you call me 'Uncle', you know."
Jenqueenofhearts on September 4th, 2006 02:57 am (UTC)
Re: Jaelle sample post
Approved! Make a journal and reply. Can't wait 'till we get started. ^_^
Re: Jaelle sample post - stuffgoesboom on September 9th, 2006 12:54 am (UTC) (Expand)
Autumn Ashes: Sacrifice - Tseng and Elenaautumnashes on September 5th, 2006 04:02 am (UTC)
Application: Elena Gun / Donovan
--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Shell
-Age: 24
-Gender: Female
-E-mail address: silyrinth@aol.com
-AIM: silyrinth

--Character Information

-Name: Elena Donovan / Gun
-Age: 23
-Birthday: June 14
-Birthplace: Midgar
-Gender: Female

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Mother: Magdalene Gun (deceased)
-Father: Jeremiah Gun (retired teacher from Shin-Ra Military Academy)
-Siblings: Irene Gun (older sister)
-Marital status: Single
-Children: None
-Pets: A pair of goldfish as of yet unnamed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Eyes: Brown
-Height: 5'4"
-Weight: 110 #
-Hair color/style: Short, golden blonde
-Complexion: Caucasian, pinkish; the type that burns easily with only a little exposure to sun.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Distinguishing marks: She has freckles just under her eyes that she often tries to hide with makeup or sunglasses. Elena has two noticable scars: one on the right side of her face from eye level down to her collar bone (remnants of a shrapnel wound during the FFVII game timeline) and burn scar tissue on her upper left arm (a result of torturing at the hands of Kadaj after their confrontation in the crater during Advent Children).
-Build: Elena is slight and somewhat short, almost embarassingly flat chested and a little less curvacious than she would like.
-Voice: Elena has a very girly voice, with a tendancy to hit somewhat high pitches when upset or surprised. She squeaks a lot, usually unexpectedly and certainly not on purpose, and is almost always embarassed afterwards.
-Clothes: Her Turks suit when on duty, otherwise she prefers anything that's very girly in nature, such as skirts or pastel blouses. Anything to offset her boyish figure.
-General Appearance: Elena is young and she looks it. She tries her best to look professional and neat, hoping it will make people take her more seriously, but it just doesn't happen unless she's aiming a gun at them.

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-Brief Personality: Elena is naive, impetuous and somewhat overeager, with a loose tongue that sometimes causes her to inadvertently reveal secret information. She takes her job much more seriously than Reno and Rude do, and also becomes quite frustrated with their casual attitudes. (Wikipedia) She has a terrible need to prove herself, and often feels terrible when her naivete ruins her chances.

-Brief Background: Elena's mother died shortly after she was born from complications during the pregnancy, something Elena knows isn't her fault but sometimes feels her father and sister blame her for though they've never said anything of the sort. Her father was a teacher at the Shin-Ra Military Academy (Wikipedia), and in his early years a master marksman. Elena worked hard to follow in his footsteps, but her attemps were thwarted early on when her older sister Irene began to show much more promise with much less work. Irene became a Turk while Elena was still in high school, known as Gun due to both her last name and amazing skills with firearms Elena knew she could never hope to equal. For a while she decided to persue a career in teaching like her father, but an incidental meeting with the Turks convinced her to try again to join the group (Before Crisis timeline, Wikipedia). Eventually she managed to claw her way up to being a Junior Turk, though she's careful never to reveal her relation to Irene, going instead by their mother's maiden name of Donovan. Originally she developed a crush on Tseng, the Turks' field leader, which led to more and more embarassing slip-ups and screw ups due to nerves. Currently she's put romantic interest and frivolity on a back burner and is focusing on bettering her fighting skills and marksmanship in the hopes of living up to the expectations she'd originally set for herself in her youth. She's become somewhat estranged from her father and sister and lives on her own by her own means.

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-Skills: Marksmanship. Elena works hard on her firearm skills, hoping one day to outdo Irene.
-Occupation [if any]: Junior Turk (Is she still Junior? o_O I think she was a Junior in Advent Children)
-Weapon(s)[if any]: Mostly her standard issue handgun, though occasionally she practices with other firearms and is a fairly decent sniper if she has to be.
Autumn Ashes: Sacrifice - Tseng and Elenaautumnashes on September 5th, 2006 03:15 pm (UTC)
Re: Application: Elena Gun / Donovan; Writing Sample
Two guns fired, one after another, in the nearest to unison a marksman could get without being able to look at both targets at the same time. One bullet flew true, striking a vicious looking man with a crowbar dead between the eyes, but the second was off by an inch. Not much, but enough that as the second target moved behind a wall the metal flew harmlessly past.

"Shit."

The clicking sound of something coming out behind her made Elena spin around, bringing up her left weapon and firing off a shot before she even clearly identified the perpetrator. As a result, the bullet nailed a surprised looking woman holding a baby.

"Ah, fu-"

The explicative was cut off in a half-squeak as a third hostile target shot out from behind the small wall she was standing by, smacking her in the back and sending her sprawling. To add to the overall irritation of the situation, her cell phone began beeping obnoxiously.

"Donovan," she half-sighed, half-snapped into the phone, pulling herself to her feet and picking her way out of the shooting range.

The painted cutouts on mechanical arms continued to dance about almost mockingly. Well, except for the four 'dead' terrorists and the very distressed looking woman lying on the floor with bullet holes in them.

"It's Gun," Irene's velvet, monotone voice wafted from the speaker, making Elena cringe. Her older sister had a voice that made men melt, while she always sounded like a mouse on crack. "It's father's birthday today. Call him."

There was a click as Irene hung up on her, which only amplified Elena's irritation that it was just assumed she'd forgotten their father's birthday. She wasn't an idiot.

She frowned, glancing back at the woman and the baby. In addition to that particular innocent, there was a boy on a bike, a man in a suit, and a stray dog littering the floor from previous practices.

Okay, so she wasn't a complete idiot.
Jenqueenofhearts on September 5th, 2006 07:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Application: Elena Gun / Donovan; Writing Sample
Approved! Awesome Elena.
King Nothing: Turkscobra7455 on September 7th, 2006 03:28 am (UTC)
Profile: Livonya Simón (Version 2.0)
--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Cobra
-Age: 24
-Gender: Male
-E-mail address: cobra7499@swbell.net
-AIM: cobrasig

--Character Information

-Name: Livonya Simón
-Age: 25
-Birthday: April 17
-Birthplace: Corel
-Gender: Female

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Mother: Raine Simón
-Father: Yoric Simón
-Siblings: None
-Marital status: Single
-Children: None
-Pets: None

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Eyes: More an amber color with slight green in.
-Height: 5'8"
-Weight: 111 lbs.
-Hair color/style: Livonya has strawberry blonde hair that is mostly
kept loose just below her shoulders. Sometimes it's kept back in a
ponytail but for the mostpart it just hangs.
-Complexion: Her complexion is light but not pale.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Distinguishing marks: Livonya has a tattoo of Bahamut and Phoenix in
a "Yin Yang" formation on her lower mid-back.
-Build: Livonya has a small, thin frame but has a tough build from
starting gymnastics when she was a girl.
-Voice: Her voice is mainly an alto. She doesn't tend to drop her
voice and can become very shrill when shouting.
-Clothes: Livonya likes to where catsuits when going out for a night,
but aside from her Turk attire she normally sticks to leisure wear
like a button-down shirt and slacks or jeans.
-General Appearance: She just appears small and weak at first. To a
thug on the street they might think she'd break like a toothpick, not
knowing the training that lies underneath. Livonya has a content look
on life so she is normally in a pleasant mood and is easy to smile.
Just think the cliché, cute but deadly.

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King Nothing: Turkscobra7455 on September 7th, 2006 03:32 am (UTC)
Profile: Livonya Simón (Version 2.0) cont.
(Sorry, I forgot about getting rid of the paragraph, I still write in Notepad. ^^;)

-Brief Personality: As said before, Livonya has a content look on life. She always got her job done and stuck at it no matter how tough things got, it's how she got through Soldier training. As well as being determined, Livonya is also friendly to others, though she doesn't go out of her way to make friends, she will try after meeting someone. However, she does have her dark side that lurks out after enough teasing and taunting, but most of the time that involves shrill shouting. She's tried to control her anger but it mostly gets her in trouble so she's learned to be more laid back.

She's never tried to get into personal relationships although people have tried. It's not that she's not wanted one but that she never felt the right kind of connection she believes she'll feel with that one person.
-Brief Background: Livonya was born as the daughter of a blacksmith. She lived with her parents on a peninsula on the western continent all throughout her childhood, though she was home schooled by a tutor. Although she enjoyed her life she always craved the outside world and knew that there was always something more out there. After witnessing a tight-rope act at the Golden Saucer, Livonya wanted to become a gymnast. Her parents paid for an instructor to come out and teach her.

Livonya caught on quickly and soon was traveling and competing in competitions all across the continent. At one of the competitions, one her parents were at, a martial arts instructor saw her and noticed potential for the young girl. With having family over there her parents agreed that she could study over in Wutai if she wanted. Of course she jumped at the opportunity as soon as it was presented. Before leaving her father gave her a sword that and ancient smith master gave to him as a last wish. After that she and her mother traveled to Wutai.

Upon arrival in Wutai, Livonya (age 10 now) began training as well as schooling over at the pagoda. She continued with her training until the great war came to Wutai and the battle front was right outside. Livonya saw what they were up against and was just in awe of the spectacle that was Sephiroth. She saw how he led the troops and fought relentlessly to overcome the odds. Shortly after that she was taken back home, at which she informed her parents that she was going to join Soldier and become great. Not pleased with her decision her parents forbade her to go and do such a thing. But with as ambitious as Livonya was she left in the middle of the night with all her gil, a couple of days worth of clothes, and her sword. She never saw her parents again.

Now 17 Livonya made it to Junon and joined up with Soldier on the great coastal city. She easily made it in with her endurance and determined attitude but then caught some flack from the other Soldiers. But she held her own and decided to play it their way. At every event that her troop took part in she led the pack. Never thinking twice about whether or not it really mattered. She just wanted to show them that she was capable and just as good as they were. Little did she know that while going through the Soldier training and various missions that she was being tested and after her fourth year in the program she was selected to begin Turk training.

After training in that program for three years she was brought into a squad to help out with Shinra's plan for the world. Livonya is still a rookie, young, and is just trying to do what she can to help the Turks out. She still has not seen or talked to her parents.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Skills: Her main skill is her ability to flex and stretch and to use this in combat. Livonya's skill with her sword is slightly above average while her use of firearms excelled with rifle and long-range shooting.
-Occupation [if any]: Member of the Turks, Secondary team.
-Weapon(s)[if any]: Her personal sword, Masemura, a company issued sniper rifle, and company issued handgun.
-Fighting style [if any]: Livonya has adopted her own style that is comprised of a mix of different fighting styles she learned in Wutai and while in Soldier.
King Nothing: Turkscobra7455 on September 7th, 2006 03:34 am (UTC)
Profile: Livonya Simón (Version 2.0) Writing Sample
Writing sample:

As the waves rolled into the coast and against the jagged rocks below a young woman peered down from a helipad and sighed. It was a quiet day in Junon and while those came few and far between they were well enjoyed. And soon the sun would fall behind the blanket of clouds and the nightlife would begin. Livonya smiled as the sun turned into a voilent orange against the once cerulean blue sky. It would have been a night to enjoy but unfortunately work would call in the morning. She knew the job was tough but she had to suck it up and do it. After sitting on the pad a moment more she stood up and started back to the base.

Livonya walked quietly to the entry way and used the thumb-print recognition plate to gain access. The door unlocked and the young Turk walked in, starting down a series of hallways before reaching a door with "Simón" on a plastic gold plate. She pulled a keycard from pocket and swiped it cleanly though the reader. The door clicked as Livonya walked into her office, leaving the door open as she sat at her desk. A small smile came to her face as she thought about how the first time she sat at a desk was when she was pulled from the Soldier program to be a Turk. Her smile stopped as she came across a picture of her and her parents.

"I want you to be proud," she quietly said. "I just..." Livonya shook her head and turn on the monitor for her computer. She would just distract herself with work like she usually did when it came to matters of her home. The email program opened up and chimed as a new message was waiting for her. The Turk furrowed her brows as she contemplated who "1hawtchik" was. Curious, Livonya double-clicked the email and found it to be her friend, Cera, sending her a joke. After reading Livonya laughed aloud and quickly muffled her mouth, still chuckling afterward. She looked around, as if someone was watching her, before returning to the screen.

Her eyelids started feeling heavy as the minutes rolled by. Livonya knew that she had to get some sleep otherwise someone would find her asleep at her desk as she's done other times. She swayed in her chair before her eyes drifted from the computer to the picture on her desk... of her and her parents. "I'll call you guys," she drowsily said. "First thing in the morning. Yeah, it'll be a better day." The Turk leaned forward with her arms folded on the desk. "Yep, tomorrow will be awesome." The light in her office faded as the computer entered its screen saver. It was another night at the office of the Turks.
Jenqueenofhearts on September 7th, 2006 08:18 am (UTC)
Approved! Glad to have you aboard! :)
(no subject) - lil_bladegirl on September 8th, 2006 04:28 am (UTC) (Expand)
sisyphean on September 7th, 2006 07:45 pm (UTC)
Abigail I
--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Pao
-Age: 18
-Gender: Female
-E-mail address: magetastic@hotmail.com
-AIM: hinacha
-MSN: magetastic@hotmail.com
-YM: beautifulkunoichi

--Character Information

-Name: Abigail Maynard
-Age: 30
-Birthday: February 14th
-Birthplace: Junon
-Gender: Female

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Mother: Charlotte
-Father: Wesley
-Siblings: None
-Marital status: Single, never married. Not really looking to get married, either.
-Children: None
-Pets: Two female border collies; one black and white, one red and white. The black and white one is Jasmine, and the red and white one is Belle.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Eyes: Brown
-Height: 5'7"
-Weight: 144 lbs
-Hair color/style: A fairly common shade of brown, generally left to swing freely around her shoulder blades. Abby doesn't take much time styling her hair, though when she's working, she will sometimes put it up in a ponytail. Her bangs are kept above the eyebrow so that they aren't an inconvenience.
-Complexion: Just slightly tanned, though that's more natural skin tone than anything. You would quite literally only catch her dead in a tanning both, and that would be evidence enough that her killer was sadistic and slightly cruel.

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-Distinguishing marks: She has a scar running across the palm of her left hand, as well as a birthmark on her right shoulder, though neither have remarkable stories attached to them.
-Build: Abby was never one to be likened to a wispy young woman, and that's probably because she has such a sturdy build. She is tolerably muscled and fairly stocky for a woman, especially when compared to society's view of what the typical female should look like nowadays.
-Voice: Surprisingly normal. With how stern her facial expressions tend to be, one might suspect she would have a harsh voice, but she doesn't. She has a voice that you could swear you've heard before, maybe from your next-door neighbor or that lady one floor below. Because of that, people often insist that they've met her before when she doesn't recall ever seeing them a moment in her life.
-Clothes: Abby is not a fuss and frills kind of woman. If you give her a pair of broken in jeans, a thick jacket, a pair of sturdy boots and a tee shirt, she'll be more than content. Any occasion where she has to dress up is looked at as mildly annoying, and she will always wear slacks, despite the fact that she has an amazing pair of legs. The only time she was ever in a dress when she was old enough to control what was being put on her body was when she was in her best friend's wedding. Aside from that, she likes comfortable, high school-esque clothing. Hoodie sweaters, cargo pants, sneakers, the whole deal.
-General Appearance: She looks like an angsty teen, actually. She likes to buy her sweaters one size too big, and doesn't seem to believe in belts, so she only has a few pair of jeans that fit her snugly around the waist and stay put when she wants them to. Abby isn't a priss and doesn't mind wearing a pair of jeans that has a patch on the knee, and she has personally cut "finger holes" in the cuffs of her hoodies so that she can wear them down over her hands. She doesn't wear any make-up on a regular basis, though it isn't for any special reason. She just finds it boring to put on. A lot of the time, it looks like she's either highly annoyed or pouting, though the exact opposite tends to be true. She likes to joke that her facial expressions froze in high school, and sadly, it seems like they did.
sisyphean on September 7th, 2006 07:46 pm (UTC)
Abigail II
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-Brief Personality: Abby is a fairly simple person. She's not alarmingly mature or wise, or even terribly restrained. She just tends to go with the flow of life, and doesn't worry much about consequences unless it's glaringly obvious she's doing something stupid and it's going to turn around and bite her on the nose. She's a fairly quiet person and tends to keep to herself emotionally, though she is not against socializing when someone interesting pops up in front of her. Laid-back might be just another way of saying she has a lazy temperament, and it takes a bit to anger her, though it's slow to dissipate when you do manage it. Her biggest fault is probably that she just doesn't seem to care much about other people and their sob stories; she'd sooner walk away from someone who is about to become hip deep in their own angst than offer them any sympathy. If she's fond of the person, she'll probably pat them on the back and tell them to cheer the hell up, but that tends to be as far as she goes.

Abby doesn't like to let things get her down if she can help it, choosing to ignore the heavier things if it's at all possible; and if that makes her shallow, so be it. She believes life is too short to wallow in sad things, and worry about things you can't change. So your dad died last year. That's pretty depressing, but he had to go sometime, right? You lost your house and it looks like you don't have anywhere to live. Well, that sucks. The flip side of this is, Abby is fairly generous, and if someone is truly in need (as in the second example), she'd be the first person to offer up her spare bedroom, maybe even dish out some cash to make the load easier to bear. All you have to do is ask and chances are she'll help you out, even if she doesn't seem to care much.

The fact of the matter is, Abby is a doer, not a thinker. If you're looking for someone to share every little thing that makes you cry with, you're barking up the wrong tree. If you want practical advice, or you're down on your luck and you need a bit of a hand, she's the person to look at. Just don't take advantage of her generosity. She'll likely shove it up your ass if you try.

-Brief Background: Abby has led a fairly normal life. She was raised in an upper-middle class family, and even if they didn't have a lot of money, they never wanted for anything. She spent a good deal of her youth buried in books on highly fantastic subjects, such as vampires and werewolves and unicorns, and despite her parents' most fervent hopes, she never really grew out of them. College wasn't something she was incredibly interested in, but she went more for lack of anything else to do than actual ambition.

She became an English major, thinking that she might want to teach one day, and then promptly tossed the idea aside when she remembered she wasn't all that fond of instructing people. She drifted through a good portion of her life holding random jobs that interested her at the time -- a library worker, fast food, a car wash joint -- but when she started to approach thirty, she decided she really needed to pick a profession and stick with it.

So, she decided to become a secretary. No one could quite figure out where this leap came from, but it seemed to make Abby happy, so no one really questioned her decision. She'd done secretarial work before in Midgar, so it wasn't that difficult for her to gain a position in Junon.

She was fairly content with her job as secretary to the first Turks team, but when Rufus decided to expand, she insisted that she move to the second one. Not that she doesn't like Reno and Rude, but she thinks it's a little too much to expect a bunch of new Turks to survive without a seasoned secretary. That, and she wanted a new office.
sisyphean on September 7th, 2006 07:46 pm (UTC)
Abigail III
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-Skills: Despite being a mostly solitary person, she does well in crowds, and actually tends to prefer to be in the midst of one than by herself most of the time. She likes the energy and general feel of groups of people together, and even though she typically doesn't get involved unless there's something in it for her, she's pretty good at riot control. Not much seems to ruffle her, and even if she can't cook worth a damn, she bakes like a goddess. If goddesses baked, anyway.
-Occupation [if any]: Secretary for Turk Team 2
-Weapon(s)[if any]: Abby has been known to throw things if someone disturbs her work, but usually it's nothing bigger than a paperweight. If you cornered her, she'd probably punch and flail and use any dirty tactics necessary, but she's a fairly lazy person, so she doesn't go looking for fights.

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Third person writing sample: She couldn't find it. Where the hell that carefully prepared file had gotten to was utterly beyond Abigail Maynard. As far as she was concerned, the little demon that stole socks and hair ties had probably clamped it between his vicious little teeth and run off, just for the express purpose of making Abby rush to recompile it. Which she wasn't pleased about doing.

Balancing an ink pen on the back of one hand, she scowled and eyed her desk mistrustfully. Something had eaten it. She wasn't sure if it was the paperweight in the shape of a unicorn, or the pencil box that had dragons curling down its length, but it was something. Maybe this was Reno's idea of payback? She had delivered the memo announcing he and Rude were officially co-leaders of a Turks team. Neither of them had been very happy.

Hell, she wouldn't put it past one of the two of them to sabotage her. Come to think if it, it was probably Rude. He was quiet, but he was sneaky. And she had stolen the last bit of printer paper from his office.

Mouth flattening, she looked at the pen in her hand consideringly, and then chucked it across the room. It bounced off the wall and into a trash can gleefully. There, she felt marginally better.

But she still didn't have that damn file.
sisyphean on September 9th, 2006 10:02 pm (UTC)
Xander I
--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Pao
-Age: 18
-Gender: Female
-E-mail address: magetastic@hotmail.com
-AIM: hinacha
-MSN: magetastic@hotmail.com
-YM: beautifulkunoichi

--Character Information

-Name: Alexander "Xander" Skelly
-Age: 32
-Birthday: November 18th
-Birthplace: Midgar slums
-Gender: Male

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-Mother: Patricia
-Father: George (whereabouts unknown)
-Siblings: Marcus (27) Angela (25)
-Marital status: Widower
-Children: Olivia (7)
-Pets: Chewbacca, a mutt of entirely unknown origins to Xander.

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-Eyes: Gray
-Height: 6'1"
-Weight: 164 lbs
-Hair color/style: His hair is dark brown and cut in messy layers that sweep his collar at longest. Not a vain man by nature, he doesn't really care what he looks like as long as he doesn't greatly resemble a hobo; he simply runs a brush through his hair in the mornings and calls it good until his hair gets long enough to justify going to the salon.
-Complexion: Slightly tanned.

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-Distinguishing marks: A thin white scar running above his left eye, that he got from a fight in his youth. Some scars here and there from similar circumstances, though none are really noticeable unless he, say, takes his shirt off and parades around.
-Build: Thin and rangy with compact, lean muscles. He's always had a hard time keeping weight on, and even though he takes care of himself, he's never going to be a bodybuilder.
-Voice: Deep and a bit gravelly. He often sounds annoyed, and often is.
-Clothes: His uniform, when he's on duty. A variation of it when he's off. Xander gets used to wearing something and just sticks with it. Considering he used to be the head of a weapons development team at a rival company of Shinra's, he got in the habit of wearing suits and he hasn't really gotten out of it.
-General Appearance: Though he could be considered attractive, Xander is fairly average in appearance. He's fit but not remarkable, and while his face could hold charm if he chose for it to, he is often frowning or looking generally unhappy. His mouth is thin and a little bit overlong, and the edges of it tend to flatten into harsh lines more often than he'll smile. He has an air about him that hints he could be quite reckless and, dare I say, dangerous, if he chose to be, which some people find ridiculously appealing, but he doesn't seem to care.
sisyphean on September 9th, 2006 10:03 pm (UTC)
Xander II
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-Brief Personality: Xander is, despite the way he comes across, an easy person to get along with, provided you don't tend toward large amounts of bullshit and histrionics. He's practical, willing to wait for what he wants, and fairly intelligent. He doesn't have much patience for something that isn't worth it, so on the day to day things, he comes across as demanding and almost impossible to please at times. However, when it's worthwhile, he'll put his time and back into accomplishing a goal.

Possessive almost to a fault, if Xander has decided that something or someone warrants his special attention, he doesn't like other people to come to the same conclusion. He can easily get jealous and despite the fact that he's a grown man he will get back at you if he feels you're stepping on his toes. His temper is quick but not particularly lethal; he generally becomes more annoyed than actually angry, and he likes to solve problems as they come along. So, if you irritate him, he'll irritate you right back and then move on with his life.

He's emotional and doesn't see any shame in it, but that doesn't mean he'll go around crying every time you make him upset. He won't, however, leave any questions as to how he's feeling about something except under two circumstances: he's dealing with his daughter, or he's on the job. Both require more delicacy than he's prone to doling out on day-to-day issues.

-Brief Background: Xander didn't have the best childhood. Growing up in the slums of Midgar saw to that, but so did his mother. After his little sister was born and his dad ran off, she turned to alcohol and frequently smacked him and him and his little brother around because they resembled, and therefore would turn out like, their father. Being the oldest, Xander did what he could to keep the woman away from his siblings, especially his little sister, but it didn't always work.

He resented having to take care of people when he was barely old enough to be taking care of himself, and he sometimes ran with the wrong crowd. Lying, stealing, and doing to occasional shifty deal on the side brought back enough money to keep them living in what passed for a house, as well as pay for school supplies and clothes, but it did a lot to make Xander a hard, unforgiving person. He did business in the lower levels of Midgar, dealing in weaponry because that's what was in demand, and slowly made a name for himself as he got older.

When he landed a position in a weapons company that rivaled Shinra, he started taking in a decent, dependable paycheck and he moved his family the hell out of Midgar. He set them up in Junon, where his siblings got jobs and helped pay rent and take care of their declining, alcoholic mother. Xander's visits were few and far between, and it seemed like every time he stopped in to check on them, he ended up sporting some new wound, physical or emotional, from his mother.

They couldn't trust her to live alone and not kill herself, so as time went on and the kids started earning more money, they got a bigger house. Anything to put more space between her and them, even if it was only a few rooms. When Marcus got married, he moved out, leaving the brunt of the responsibility on Angela.
sisyphean on September 9th, 2006 10:04 pm (UTC)
Xander III

While Xander continued to work in Midgar he met a woman. As the story goes, they fell in love, and ended up getting married when they found out that she was expecting. He hadn't ever really considered himself the marrying type, but it was important to her and even if the thought of being a father scared him to death at 25, he was willing to give it a shot. More, he was damn sure he would be better than his own.

They might not have had much, but they were doing all right until Shinra crushed the company Xander worked for. With a three year-old daughter, a wife, and an alcoholic mother to support, Xander knew he had to do something quickly to get the money rolling again. He spent some time as a bartender, but that hardly paid for the various expenses he had to cover, so the rest of the time he worked as a fighter-for-hire. It was dangerous and his wife didn't like it, but no one could argue that he made enough for them to live on comfortably.

He had barely turned thirty-two when his wife was killed in a car accident on the way to pick up their daughter from day care. He was devastated; his foundation had been yanked out from under him and the one person who had ever cared enough to see him as a decent human being was dead. He didn't have long to grieve, however; he had a little girl who needed to be picked up, funeral arrangements to be made, and a life to live.

It's been six months and he doesn't miss her any less. Perhaps because he hasn't ever really given himself time to grieve, he's not going to heal. Either way, the most important thing to him right now is his daughter, and seeing that she pulls through the best she can. Though it's not the sort of job he would normally have taken, when he was approached to join the Turks, he readily accepted.

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-Skills: Xander can't boast of many skills. He's quick on his feet, sly of hand, and seems to have that inborn male knowledge of automobiles and carpentry projects. Aside from that, he's learning things as he goes, especially those that have to do with raising a child. A girl at that.
-Occupation [if any]: Member of Turk Team 2
-Weapon(s)[if any]: Company issued firearms as well as a unique knowledge of all sorts of weapons. He tends to prefer explosives and guns to anything else, however.


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Third person writing sample: ((This is taken from another rp. >>))

When he rounded the final corner toward his destination, he exhaled explosively. She'd decided to wait at the entrance this time, which was directly against Xander's wishes, but right now, he didn't really care. It was enough that Livvy was going to be able to spend the night with her grandmother and not at the club.

Their eyes met, and his mother-in-law smiled thinly. She held out her arms even as Olivia began to arch away from Xander and toward her. Hurt, but not wanting to admit it, Xander shifted the weight of his daughter and transferred her securely to Rebecca.

"Thanks, Becky." Dragging a hand through his disheveled hair, he watched as his daughter hugged her grandmother around the neck. "Sorry I'm late. Godd--" at Olivia's curious gaze, he amended his sentence. "Gosh darned car died again."

Rebecca simply nodded. "Don't worry about it, Alexander. We'll have fun tonight, and you can pick her up in the morning, just like always."

It annoyed him that she called him Alexander, but it was one of the things that his late wife had told him he would just need to get used to. Rebecca wasn't the kind of woman who went out of her way to please other people, and for the sake of everyone's happiness, it was best to simply bow under to the little things.
Lexevilwildlex on September 12th, 2006 03:38 am (UTC)
Tseng profile part 1
--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Lex
-Age: 26
-Gender: F
-E-mail address: evil_wild_lex at yahoo.com
-AIM: Katana Maid
-MSN: set_on_fire at hotmail.com (better to catch me
on AIM)
-YM:

--Character Information

-Name: Tseng Arisugawa
-Age: 42
-Birthday: November 3
-Birthplace: Wutai
-Gender: Male

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-Mother: Mei Lin Arisugawa
-Father: Keiji Arisugawa
-Siblings: Younger brother, Baki (presently age 37)
-Marital status: Single, engaged at one point
-Children: None.
-Pets: A tortoiseshell colored cat, aptly named
"Trouble"

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-Eyes: Brown
-Height: 6'2"
-Weight: 200 pounds
-Hair color/style: Tseng has well groomed dark hair, which is long by the standards of a male (a little past his shoulders). He tends to leave it down, but he has been known to pull it back into a small
medium-height ponytail from time to time.
-Complexion: Lightly tanned.

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-Distinguishing marks: The mole in the middle of his forehead.

-Build: Tseng is in good shape, with more muscle tone than one would expect a man his age to have. Overall, his build is a medium build, healthy and very athletic.
-Voice: Tseng's voice is mid-pitched and calm.

-Clothes: Tseng is usually found in uniform. When not in uniform, he favours button down shirts and somewhat dressy pants. He's really only found in casual clothing when exercising, or in bed.

-General Appearance: Tseng manages to appear calmly commanding, and every bit the professional. His emotions tend to be understated in his facial expressions, but he's not completely without
emotions, by any stretch of the imagination. His body language is confident, yet polite.

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-Brief Personality: Tseng is a formal and disciplined person. He is calm, collected, polite, intelligent, and every bit the professional in his manner of dress, his speech, and overall behaviour. He gives off the impression of being *too* cold and professional sometimes, and to people who don't know him well, it
might seem like he doesn't care about others - only his job. This is far from the truth. Tseng has a conscience, and he doesn't ignore it, though he has had to make quite a few ethical compromises on account of his career. He is a responsible man, and feels
obligated to watch out for his employees in particular.
Lexevilwildlex on September 12th, 2006 03:40 am (UTC)
-Brief Background: Tseng grew up in a rigidly traditional household within Wutai. He was a disciplined and academic young man, who was also proficient in martial arts. A part of him always longed to explore the rest of the world, but it was his duty as the first born son to stay around and live up to his family's expectations. Overall, he made his parents proud, and his younger brother looked up to him. Life went well, until he was seventeen years old and fell in love with a young woman named Minako. They rushed into an engagement, and when they announced this to their families, they learned that marriages had been arranged for them with other people.

Tseng tried to resolve the matter diplomatically, but was told that arranged marriages were tradition, and couldn't be backed out of. This was the point where the near-perfect son of the Arisugawa family turned his back on Wutaian tradition, and left home. During
his travels, he discovered the rapidly developing Shinra company, and applied for a job within the Public Maintenance department.

Two years later, he was approached to be a member of the newly formed group called the Turks when a couple of his superiors happened to catch him working out in the company's gym and pounding the crap out of a punching bag. They had already seen that he was
capable of being professional and efficient, but they had no idea that he possesed that kind of fighting ability. He remained a Turk, gradually advancing to the position of Commander, where he's remained. A few people wondered why he never tried to go for a higher position within the company, especially after Rufus became the President, but the fact was, he had grown attached to his subordinates and preferred his present job over any other he could have.

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-Skills: Tseng is a skillful martial artist, and is capable of using all kinds of weaponry, be it traditional, or modern. He has good judgement and a fair amount of leadership skill, and is a fairly
perceptive person in general.

-Occupation [if any]: Turks commander
-Weapon(s)[if any]: Tseng is trained in a variety of weapons, and is skilled enough with hand to hand combat to be considered a weapon himself. However, he's still rather partial to some of the classic
Wutaian weapons, like tonfa and sai.

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Third person writing sample:

All day, Tseng had buried himself in the paperwork that most people, especially Turks, avoided as though it was a highly poisonous substance. It kept his mind off of the date he'd circled in his private organizer, not like he would have forgotten it anyhow. He let himself work through the entire pile, until there was not a single piece of paperwork left to complete.

Even then, he still looked for additional paperwork before mentally reprimanding himself.

He reached for his phone, the compact little device suddenly feeling as though it weighed two hundred pounds. Still, he pressed onwards. It was one phone call. Albeit, to someone who was rarely happy to hear from him, due to an offense that was more than twenty years old. Despite that, obligation drove him to continue.

"Hello?"

"Happy birthday, Baki."

"Why do you bother calling, Tseng?"

"I can't offer my best wishes to my younger brother on his birthday?"

"...thanks for calling, Tseng," said Baki after a long pause and a sigh. "I don't know why you still try, but I guess I can't help but be glad to hear from you once in a while."

"Give my regards to your wife and children," said Tseng.

"Would you like me to pass on a message to Father and Mother, too?" asked Baki.

"No, I'll call them myself."

"Even though they'll just--oh, forget it. You're Tseng. If you say you're going to do it, you'll do it no matter what." There was a bit of amusement and affection there this time, more than last time he had called. Slowly, but surely, he was repairing his family bonds with at least one person, however strained they were.

"Take care, Baki," said Tseng, a faint smile on his face when he hung the phone up.
Jenqueenofhearts on September 12th, 2006 08:29 am (UTC)
You know Tseng is the leader of the Turks team 2, right? He wants to teach the newbies how to be good Turks the right way. ^_~

Approved! Yaaay. It's so HARD to get a good Tseng or a Tseng at all.