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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.
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-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

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-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.

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-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.
Autumn Ashesautumnashes on September 12th, 2006 04:26 pm (UTC)
Application: Head of Science Dept.
Player Information

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

Character Information

Name // Meredith Riker Skylar (goes by 'Riker' formally, 'Rick' in the informal)
Age // 31
Birthday // May 15
Birthplace // Junon
Gender // Male

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Mother // Eselda Skylar, a very famous (in certain circles) dominatrix, known for her very popular women's seminars on sexuality.
Father // Archibald Skylar, "Archie Skye", the owner of a very large and widespread chain of themed, upscale strip clubs.
Siblings // Jacob Skylar (38) brother, lead singer in the popular rock band Bleeding Heart, currently well known to be an alcoholic, cheating husband, and due in court soon for his 8th unlicensed DUI; Aemilia Skylar (36) sister, now releasing her twelfth priced-to-own adult movie collection; Anya & Alia (26, twins) sisters, very popular stripping pair in Archie Skye's Junon-based main strip club, The Golden Goose.

Marital status // Single
Children // None
Pets // A Chia Pet. It's the only pet he doesn't have to remember to feed, and he often forgets to water that.

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Eyes // Very light brown
Height // 5 feet 9 inches
Weight // 134#
Hair color/style His hair isn't long, but he's missed a trim or two. It's a bit shaggy, still kept neat, and is a deep auburn.
Complexion Golden/olive; hispanic origin

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Distinguishing marks // None
Build // He's a healthy weight, but he's got little to no muscle and has the stereotypical Mad Scientist thin look.
Voice // Rick's voice is in a medium range, with the very often used potential to hit high pitches when in distress, irritation, surprise, etc.
Clothes // He's a neat and tidy guy, with glasses, tie and labcoat. He usually makes sure to wear nice slacks and a shirt when at work, and whatever he happens to throw on the rest of the time. He has utterly no discernable 'style'.
General Appearance // He has a perpetual surprised expression, as if he's always coming to some new conclusion he hasn't thought of before, and tends to be labeled spacey, scatterbrained, or a combination thereof. He's a nice guy, good looking enough, but much better looking without the glasses or labcoat.

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Brief Personality // Rick's a rebel, by which I mean he's the only member of his family to have four different college degrees and absolutely no background in the sex industry (unless you count the odd contraptions his sisters call 'toys' and always get him for Christmas; They're all still in their boxes in his closet because he feels bad throwing them away but really can't find a good use for them other than paperweights). He genuinely loves science and learning, spicy food, video games, and basketball. Most people think his personality is better fitted for a seventeen-year-old than somebody in his thirties, but that's only because he's just not as jaded as most people his age. With his background, he's very hard to faze and has almost never been uncomfortable in any situation others might find unbearable.

Autumn Ashesautumnashes on September 12th, 2006 04:27 pm (UTC)
Application: Head of Science Dept, Part II

Brief Background // Rick started out his rebellious career early, being skipped two grades when he was only seven and winning a county-wide math competition against students four years his senior. His brother and sisters were bringing home the boyfriends and girlfriends, and he spent his time bringing home awards and academic competition trophies. He had a very uneventful life (as far as trauma goes), and has a very caring and loving family in spite of their unconventional career choices. When he decided he wanted to attend the highest ranked university on the continent his parents shelled out the money without question, most of which he was pleased to be able to return to them when he recieved numerous scholarships throughout his academic career. He started working for a biomedical company in their research department fresh out of college, but his research proved to be too advanced for their resources. He began working for ShinRa just after Advent Children's events, in their science department, and was promoted to head of the department a year previous to the current timeline when his predecessor retired.

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Skills // Rick has a lot, but his specialty is cooking and baking.
Occupation [if any] // Head of the Science Department
Weapon(s)[if any] // No regular weapons, but if he really needs one he'll borrow one from the test units.

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Note // Rick's primary research is in the field of 'biological weapons' for defensive purposes. His current pet projects include the creation of a defensive unit in the form of an android (still in its testing stages to flesh out the newly installed A.I.) and the development of androids using organic materials as well as implantation of artificial weaponry in human subjects. These last two projects are coming along somewhat slowly, as he is paying strict attention to the ethical treatment of specimens in the former and taking only volunteer subjects in the latter.

Autumn Ashesautumnashes on September 12th, 2006 04:29 pm (UTC)
Application: Head of Science Dept., Part III
There was a clanking noise echoing through the otherwise silent halls of the Science Department, not an unusual occurrance given the frequency with which devoted scientists stayed late to work on their pet projects. Tonight, though, the clanking was accompanied by two male voices, both singing somewhat off-key in the fashion of people who are only half paying attention to what's coming out of their mouths.

"The thing-a-ma-jig's connected to the whatsit," Deputy Head Brandis sang to the tune of 'Dem Bones, giving what looked like a random wire a jab into place in a small circuit box.

"The whatsit's connected to the thing-a-ma-bob," Rick continued on his turn, giving another seemingly random piece a twist with his wrench.

"The thing-a-ma-bob's connected to the whosit..."

"The whosit's connected to the... this-thing-I-haven't-come-up-with-a-name-for yet..."

Brandis looked at Rick over the top of the object they were working in, frowning. It took Rick a moment to realise their vocal stride had been broken, and he returned the glance.

"You missed your line," he pointed out.

"Nah, you killed the flow," Brandis answered, checking his watch. "Almost midnight. I think we should give it a rest for the night."

Rick gave a small grunt and hauled his legs out from under the pod they were working on. At least, to an outsider it looked like a pod. To him, it was a housing unit for his recharging little princess, his crowning achievement if he could ever get her to work. A completed android with a nearly complete A.I....the future of defense. No more losing good men to war or street violence when soldiers or police had to be called in. This baby was going to change the world someday.

"So, you decide what you're going to name her?" Brandis asked, packing away his tools into his kit and pulling himself off the floor. "Going to need a Christening. Bad luck to not have a Christening."

"A.I.O.N.I.O.S.," Rick answered without hesitation. "Aoin for short."

Brandis looked at him with noncoherence clear on his face.

"Artificially Intelligent Observational Networked Internally Ordered System," Rick clarified. "Aionios is Greek for 'Everlasting'. Aoin is another form, it means 'Eternal'."

That Brandis could wrap his mind around. The two of them talked amiably as they cleaned up their mess and walked to the exit together. When they reached it, Rick heaved a sigh and announced he'd left his car keys, and after a brief goodbye they parted. Then, when he was sure Brandis was gone, he returned to his office and booted the computer back up.

He had coffee, he had candy, and he had six hours of peace and quiet before anybody else came into work. His princess's AI still needed some tweaking.

Jenqueenofhearts on September 13th, 2006 07:38 am (UTC)
Re: Application: Head of Science Dept., Part III
Approved! He's cute. XD
Lizz: Bloodied Linkbrokenbrawler on September 12th, 2006 04:57 pm (UTC)
August Kincaid
App for the other Turk Team's secretary. Bah, I was too late for Tseng.
Would have applied sooner, but you know... wedding, honeymoon, etc.

--Player Information

-Name/Alias: Lizz
-Age: 27
-Gender: F
-E-mail address: griffin.rider@gmail.com
-AIM: LeviathanIse
-MSN: leviathan_ise@hotmail.com
-YM: n/a

--Character Information

-Name: August Kincaid
-Age: 28
-Birthday: October 6th
-Birthplace: Mideel
-Gender: M

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-Mother: Penelope Kincaid (deceased)
-Father: Randal Kincaid
-Siblings: Pasha Kincaid (30), a nurse in Mideel
-Marital status: single
-Children: none
-Pets: his beloved dog Dulcinea resides with his father in Mideel

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-Eyes: cognac amber
-Height: 5'10"
-Weight: 166lb
-Hair color/style: sandy platinum, touseled, landing just over the tops of his ears
-Complexion: lightly bronzed

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-Distinguishing marks: a small hairline scar on the left side of his chin
-Build: broad shouldered, but quite lithe
-Voice: August's voice is surprisingly gentle and mild, sometimes a bit whisperish. When the need arises, he can command a confident voice that travels well.
-Clothes: For work he wears a simple white button down, black tie and charcoal slacks. Has a long, thick black coat he wears for chilly nights on the town.
Off work he can be found in a black button down shirt and broken in blue jeans. Has a thick chain on his wallet.
-General Appearance: With the exception of his somewhat messy bed-head hair, August is quite tidy and cleans up well. He can seem a bit mousey and quiet, but he's not a total wall flower.

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-Brief Personality: He is quiet, polite and professional. Ten years away from home has really changed him. He no longer deals with a bad temper or agressive tendencies. He's matured a lot. He is very absorbed in his career and does not have many friends. Even fewer girlfriends, he has barely dated at all since leaving Mideel. He's very insecure around women, though not unexperienced.

-Brief Background: August had a relatively normal childhood in Mideel until he was about twelve years old. He lost his mother to a cancer-like illness. After her passing, he became a bit of a scrapper and trouble maker. His father and big sister stepped in to help curb his angry tendencies, but he still had a temper. Martial Arts training helped discipline him a little, but he was kicked out after hurting too many of the other kids.
Towards the end of high school, he became engaged to his long-time girlfriend, but before graduation she broke up with him. Depressed, angry and bored of Mideel's tiny community, he ventured into Midgar and joined Shinra. After his tour of duty as a low-ranking troop, he became involved in the corporate functions of Shinra.
A survivor of Meteor, he was moved to the Junon offices.
Lizz: Bloodied Linkbrokenbrawler on September 12th, 2006 04:58 pm (UTC)
August Kincaid (part2)
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-Skills: Excellent with computers and other electronics & has had some minimal combat training from his time in Shinra's military.
-Occupation [if any]: Turk Team 1 Secretary
-Weapon(s)[if any]: an ancient, broken sword of Wutainese origin. It's deceptively sharp and strong for an antique. It's an antique he keeps at home and only takes it with him when he goes out at night. Since he is only a secretary at Shinra Inc, he does not carry it with him to work.

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Third person writing sample:

"Here's the new one. No witnesses."

The stark white sheaf of papers hit the desk in front of him. August raised his head, watching the employee blow past his desk. No witnesses meant a harder case. A harder case made irritable turks. He reached over and slid the papers in front of him.

"She's a Jane Doe too?" August acknowledged, gleaning information off the index page. "How do you-- " He choked on his own question as he peeled the cover page back. His stomach pitched and his head swam in a nauseating ocean that turned him completely upside down.

He'd seen worse than this before; a slashed throat, a mid section torn open, an arm hacked off. The bloodied woman stared up at the photographer with a cold, dead stare. He had seen this woman gored in his nightmare last night. How could this be? He gasped for air as a sudden tightening in his stomach startled him. The other employee returned with a cup of water in his hands.

"You all right, Kincaid?"

August let himself fall out of his chair, sat on his knees over the trash can next to his desk and heaved.

"Aw shit, man..." The employee whined and walked off at a quick pace to find something to help clean the mess up with.
Jenqueenofhearts on September 13th, 2006 07:39 am (UTC)
Re: August Kincaid (part2)
Approved! Yay, a male secretary!
Re: August Kincaid (part2) - brokenbrawler on September 13th, 2006 04:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)