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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.

code_red_turk on August 28th, 2006 09:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Reno profile part 1!
-Brief Background:

Reno grew up basically on his own. His father worked on a cargo ship, and only came home about once a month for no longer than a week. His mother, even when he was young, was slowly developing Dementia, and would have lucid days and scattered days, where he would find himself unwillingly taking his sister down to the arcade or some other place until his mother got over her fits.

When Reno was 12, his father died in a shipwreck. Angry at his father, the fear that he would one day become like his mother, and the resentment over having to take care of his sister, Reno fell in with the wrong crowd. They smoked, drank, did drugs, vandalized, stole... just about anything and everything they could think of. The deeper he fell into the group, the less he saw his sister, leaving her at home more and more.

At 17, he was caught trying to hold up a convenience store. Considered old enough to be tried as an adult, they threw him into a new program Shinra was considering at the time. Those having committed minors crimes, such as theft and vandalism, where given the choice of jail or the army. Having heard hellish stories about jail, Reno chose the army.

It is still unclear to him as to why Tseng approached him to join the Turks, but Reno will always be grateful to the man he considers a surrogate father. The job shoved him further into reality, helped to make him further jaded. But he met Rude, the only other man he trusts besides Tseng, and managed to keep his mother where she is.

Reno lost his sister and mother in Midgar when Meteor descened. He considers the Turks his surrogate family and really has for years. Now, he still works for Shinra and likely always will.

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-Skills: Anything related to being a Turk. Reno can get in and out of places without anyone knowing he was there, ferret information out of a reluctant unfortunate, or kill without blinking an eye. It's not recommended, however, he do anything requiring diplomacy. That's left to Rude.
-Occupation: Senior Turk of Team 1
-Weapon(s): Twin Beretta - in shoulder holsters, Electric nightstick
-Fighting style [if any]: Reno fights to hurt and doesn't hold to any one style. He'll combine whatever he thinks necessary and not hesitate even the slightest.
code_red_turk on August 28th, 2006 09:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Reno profile part 1!

Third person writing sample:

(OOC: I cheated. I'd already written this. ^^; But it's for Reno! Er, and my Reno seems a little off but I base him off the game, not Advent Children. Because Advent Children made him look so dory. XD)

A bullet split the air. The reverberation disturbed the soundless atmoshere of a back alley in the worst part of Midgar. The air was chilled, almost chrystalline, but snow had yet to fall. Taking a breath was painful when the cold hit the lungs and clung, spreading like a disease. But it felt a hell of a lot better than breathing in the stench of garbage through his nostrils.

Footfalls -- frantic and disjointed -- hit the pavement and scattered, first left and then right. One of them stumbled into a frozen puddle and jerked upward with a pitiful mewling sound, covering the cement with shards of ice. They were quick; funny what adrenaline did for you when you were running for your life. Still, they were little more than babies. Killing babies was like pissing, drinking coffee, and smoking a cigarette all at once.

Crushing the ice beneath the soles of his scuffed boots, Reno paused, looked up, and wished he hadn't. There was nothing above but darkness. The slums resided in the lowest part of the city, under a confining plate that shut out all hope of natural light. He was damn glad he didn't live here anymore; but the assignments in this area were numerous and he hated being reminded of his origins.

Ejecting the shells from the Weapons Development department's latest creation, he dropped two more in the barrels and aimed. To his left was the slightest hint of movement not creative enough to be a rat and too large to be a cat. Without hesitation, he turned and unloaded both barrels, taking a step forward without looking to make certain he'd hit where he aimed. The telltale thud of bodies hitting the pavement was enough.

Dropping to one knee suddenly, he pressed gloved fingers to the ground and came away with blood. He'd wounded one earlier, and the stained pavement was difficult to see even in the light of the street lamps. The copper scent that clung to a man's nostrils and followed him even into sleep was lost amid the miasma of trash, dead animals, and human waste. He'd never appreciated the sense of resignation these people felt, as if the inability to rise above the world they were born into meant they had to give in and contribute to it.

'These people', as if he'd never been here himself.

He rose, sharp eyes scanning the darkness, cutting into places were the shadows gathered the thickest. By his estimation, there were at least three left. Unless the one he'd wounded collapsed from loss of blood. Either way it was nothing to him, so long as they all turned up dead. And wasn't it handy, that working for Shinra meant never having to dispose of the bodies?