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[STATS]

IMAGE:
LST, FRST: Karani, Kimberly ...
CODE: Kim ...
AGE: 18 ...
SEX: Female ...
DTEOFBRTH: May 30 ...
BIRTHPLCE: Mideel ...

[DESCRIPTION]

HEIGHT: 5'2'' ...
WEIGHT: 130 lbs ...
BUILD: Lightweight ...
EYE COLR: Ice blue with grey flecks ...
HAIR COLR: Blond (Brown roots) ...
COMPLXION: Fair ...
DEXTERITY: Sinistral ...


[BACKGROUND]

WPN>>RNGD: Two Standard Turk Issued Handgun ...
WPN>>RNGD: Blizzard Materia ...
WPN>>RNGD: Barrier Materia ...
WPN>>MLEE: Leather Gloves ...

EDUCATION: [Primary]: Saint Anne Elementary School; [Secondary]: Mideel High School ...
TRAINING: [Combat]: Boxing, Brawling, Kung Fu, Tae Kwon Do; [Target]: Pistol, Shotgun; [Battlefield]: First Aid, Infantry Assault Tactics, Infantry Defense Tactics; [Subterfuge]: Bluffing, Diplomacy, Forgery; [Stealth]: Sneaking, Hiding; [Electronics]: Hacking (security systems); Hacking (hardware) ...
ASCIATION: ShinRa Inc. ...
OCUPATION: M.D.A.R. Unit ...
SPECIALTY: [Writer] Business or Creative; [Materia User] Experienced with Blizzard, Barrier, and Cure ...

Appearance: Kim has straight hair that touches her shoulders and bangs brushed back to either side. She wears her hair in a bun or ponytail. Her skin is a little pale and she is shorter than most people her age. She wears anti-glare glasses at all times that makes her look like a geek more than a fighter. She uses her left hand for everything. When she is not in uniform, she likes to wear comfortable clothing, usually the colors blue and yellow.

Personality: Kim is usually polite and always has a pleasant smile on her. Ever the optimist, she doesn't like to give up and always seeks other options in a tight spot. She has two sides to her, much like her Gemini sign intales- She is quiet and reserved around strangers but when she warms up to you she is vibrant and fun-loving. Her co-workers are just as important to her as friends- even in the heat of battle she'll be worrying about them. Some quirks are that she has very poor navigation skills and she's a little clumsy. She's a hard worker and will work on something all night if she has to... which may result in her bumping into Reeve during crunch time. She also has a crush on a certain red-headed Turk, but being reserved and shy, she won't act on it.

Background/History: Kim comes from a normal, middle class family in Mideel. Her father was a retired SOLDIER for Shinra and her mother stayed at home. Her father taught her combat from when she was very little, feeling that his daughter should know how to defend herself. He even taught her how to use materia, which he obtained during his years of fighting, and ended up giving her the three of them. Her father did not want her to work for Shinra- he did not want to see her fight.

Sadly for him, Shinra was where she wanted to work. Insisting that her job did not involve fighting, Kim was able to leave home and move to Midgar. She had got a job as a secretary- Palmer's secretary. While she worked, she noticed the Turks and inquired about them as much as she could. Her job was too static for her and the other secretaries treated her badly. When Palmer's department came to a holt, Kim spent hours doing nothing but bringing Palmer's meals. It was at that time that one of the Turks- Reno- decided to use her to clean up and finish his reports. Reading his reports at night, she realized that she would rather be doing the exciting and dangerous things the Turks were doing, than stay in her dead-end job. After negotiating with Rufus and putting in her resume a dozen times, the Turks decided to give her a chance. She's been with them ever since.

Example of How you RP:

Kim walked down the quiet hallway, the sounds of her shoes making clicking sounds on the tile floor. She approached the door slowly, holding her breath as she nudged it open.

Ahead of her sat the elderly Mrs. Thanth, the rich widow that has been giving Shinra problems with her insistent complaints about her mako service. She had so much power; she could bring Shinra down if she wanted to. She had to be silenced if Shinra would move ahead. She sat on her velvet love-seat, looking out the window and smoking quietly. She had papers on the desk beside her, probably the latest complaints that she was going to send out.

Kim slowly walked into the apartment, trying to breath as quietly as possible. She had her hand gun in her right hand as she leaned against the entrance wall with her left. As if the room wasn't quiet enough, Mrs. Thanth put out her cigarette and laid back in her seat, closing her eyes and ending the noise. Still, Kim slowly made her way to the loveseat, sweat pouring down her cheek. She smiled to herself, "I thought my first job would be more exciting than this."

"Who's there?" cried Mrs. Thanth, springing up from her seat. She glanced around nervously until she saw Kim standing behind her with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Mrs. Thanth. How are you?" Kim asked, still smiling.

"You- What are you doing here?" She cried, frantically grabbing at the pearls around her bony neck. She looked at Kim, noticing the navy blue suit... "You're a Turk!!!!"

"That's right." Kim laughed, taking a step closer. She had to make this quick. Shinra would kill her for taking too long. Plus, a certain red head was planning to buy her a drink. "You've been causing some problems for Shinra, Mrs. Thanth. We at the company can't do a thing for you."

"...: Mrs. Thanth started to back up towards the window, the skyline could be seen from behind her.

"We feel so bad that we can't help you with your mako problems and we're sorry that you don't like our company." Mrs. Thanth flinched as Kim reached into her pocket. Kim pulled out a hairband, swiftly putting her hair up in a ponytail. "Whooo, it's hot in here."

"I'll call 911!" She cried, leaning against the glass. She made no move towards the phone though, she looked scared stiff.

"Anyway, here is one thing we can do for you, Mrs. Thanth." Kim smiled. She lifted her hand gun from her right hand and swiftly moved it to her left. She raised her hand in the air, pointing the gun at the lady. "I'm sure you miss you husband. We'll give you a one-way ticket to meet him." Kim smiled at shot off the gun. The bullet hit her in the heart but it didn't go through her. Mrs. Thanth gave an painful sod and slid down the window to the floor. She twitched once and didn't move.

"Well, that takes care of that." Kim sighed, "A job well done."

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[STATS]

IMAGE: UNAVAILABLE
LST, FRST: Schatteskind, Crest ...
CODE: Wave ...
AGE: [Classified] ...
SEX: Female ...
DTEOFBRTH: [Classified] ...
BIRTHPLCE: [Classified] ...

[DESCRIPTION]

HEIGHT: 5'4" ...
WEIGHT: 103 lbs ...
BUILD: Light ...
EYE COLR: Mako ...
HAIR COLR: Brown ...
COMPLXION: Pale ...
DEXTERITY: Dextral ...


[BACKGROUND]

WPN>>RNGD: SOLDIER Issue Light Machine Gun, Model BIZON-2 ...
WPN>>MLEE: Dragoon Spear; Name: Kerberos ...
WPN>>MLEE: SOLDIER Issue Short Sword, Class A-133 ...

EDUCATION: [Classified]
TRAINING: [Combat]: Jeet Kune Do, Spear Training, General Issue SOLDIER Melee Training; [Target]: Light Machine Gun; [Battlefield]: Command Tactics, Infantry Assault Tactics, Infantry Defence Tactics, Siege Tactics; [Chemicals]: Explosives (Grenade), Explosives (Detonation); [Electronics]: Hacking (Computer Security); ... [Classified] ...
ASCIATION: ShinRa Inc. ...
OCUPATION: SOLDIER Unit ...
SPECIALTY: [Dragoon]: Spear; [Caster]: Offensive, Status, Defensive Magicks; [Melee Expert]: General Melee Tactics; [Commander]: Infantry; [Martial Artist]: Jeet Kune Do ...

APPEARANCE: ... Medium-length, somewhat spikey hair, dark brown in color. Small ponytail. Somewhat short, pale complexion. Rarely seen wearing the official SOLDIER uniform, she is most often found wearing a loose black suit. Intense Mako glow emanates from her eyes. Mid-twenties in appearance.

PERSONALITY: ... Recorded as having attained surprising stability for a Project Eternity subject. Generally calm, though traces of imitation of her old idol, a certain Ehren Arkenseel, shows through occasionally. Extremely loyal to ShinRa. Significant instability shown during the war in Wutai has not shown since, and is considered insignificant.

EARLY HISTORY: ... Crest Schatteskind, Subject #01422 ... some information classified, level ten. Much of her life was spent on the streets of Midgar's slums, drifting from sector to sector, never spending much time in any one place. She joined a fairly violent gang as a teenager.
COMPANY HISTORY: ... Crest Schatteskind, Subject #01422 ... some information classified, level nine. Inducted into Project Eternity while a young teenager. She encountered the prototype during testing. The project was terminated two years later, and the subject was immediately recruited into SOLDIER, First Class. No record of Jenova treatments is available; these are presumed to have been waived. Subject was closely monitored during participation in the end of the Wutai war. Some abnormalities recorded... marked as controllable.
WAR HISTORY: ... Crest Schatteskind, Subject #01422 ... some information classified, level ten. Sent to the Wutaian conflict upon recruitment into SOLDIER, and remained in active duty until the end of the war, less than a year later. Most information on her involvement is highly classified.

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Records: Wutaian Conflict Files; Excerpts from File #7888 (The Incident at the Battle of Hyan-er)
It was raining. It always seemed to be raining in Wutai. Somebody'd mentioned something about a wet season, but she didn't really know, nor did she really care, what that was about.

Crest was feeling very wet and very dejected. She was only 17, and she'd somehow been swept into SOLDIER and off to Wutai before she could even tell what was going on. Still, as long as it was for Shin-Ra... she could suffer any humiliation, and physical degradation. They'd taken her in, a cur off the streets of Midgar, and had made her into something great... a force beyond those that mortals could understand... a SOLDIER.

She'd recently been promoted to a lieutenant, for serving with distinction, or something like that... but military rank, like obscure foreign weather cycles, didn't mean much to her. She followed her superiors' orders, and that was good enough for her, and for everybody else involved, or so it seemed.

They had just moved out to the obscure mountain town of Hyan-er, which was reputed to hold some great weapon that may even threaten Shin-Ra itself... but if that cannon hadn't been able to stand up to SOLDIER, then what hope did this new threat have? And they were striking at it before it had even been brought into operation, so there wasn't any point in even sending the infamous Scythe unit there, was there? Sephiroth's own personal command, filled with hand-picked members of SOLDIER 1st Class... how she'd ever been flung into that group was absolutely beyond her.

A spikey-haired individual in a purple SOLDIER uniform with a huge sword strapped across his back got up and walked over to her.

"Hey, Crest," Zack said in a friendly tone, a wry smile on his face, "how you doing there?" She guessed her discomfort must be pretty obvious.

She gave him a sulky look for a moment, then waved her hand in the air in front of her. "Since you ask, I'm not doing so well," she complained in a conspiratorial tone. "I'm doing wet." Her face became cross. "Did you know that I don't like water? I don't even like the beach."

Zack laughed in response. "Well, I'm afraid I can't do anything about that," he said, plopping down next to her. "We're all out of coffee, too..." A grin crossed his face, which was almost immediately replaced by melancholy, which, in turn, was replaced by another wry smile. He seemed to like those. "What're a couple of newbies like you and me doing here, anyway?"

Crest smiled gently. "God only knows... or, I guess Sephiroth does as well."

She didn't get to hear his reply, because Captain Tsumidashi'd just walked over. She couldn't really place what it was about him, but she didn't like him at all. It didn't stop her from following orders, though.

"You two, start getting ready," he said. "We'll be attacking the town in a few minutes, so get prepared." With that, he continued on, walking toward the other troops trying to relax in the early morning chill.

Crest grabbed Kerberos and strapped it to her back as she stood up, over her black SOLDIER's uniform, with the officially ruined leather band they'd given her before throwing her across half the world to fight a strange, Oriental enemy. Likewise, she strapped the short SOLDIER sword to her waist, and grabbed the BIZON-2 she'd been assigned. Zack propped his huge sword up on the short ridge they'd been leaning against and closed his Mako-dyed eyes, as if concentrating on the battle ahead.

Sephiroth remained sitting on the ground some distance away, impassive. She'd heard that he had been the one to personally take on Godo, the leader of the Wutai resistance, who was supposed to be an incredible fighter... Though sitting there, he looked almost normal. Certainly, his shoulder length silver hair was distinctive enough, but, wearing a black SOLDIER's uniform almost identical to her own, he looked like any other of Shin-Ra's elite military unit.

She was ripped out of her thoughts as a boulder came crashing down mere yards behind her, seemingly out of thin air. She dove toward the rock wall that formed one border of their encampment instinctively as another one came crashing down toward the Marines' camp... she heard screams of surprise which quickly turned into screams of agony. They hadn't been as lucky as the SOLDIERs.

She looked toward the village--the only place she could think of within distance to attack them--and saw Sephiroth was already running toward it. Then she saw the blue, shimmering serpent-like form hovering over it... it was enormous. Her eyes widened.

Zack ran over to her, concern for his comrade clearly evident in his eyes after the boulder had surprised them all. "Crest, are you--"

She cut him off by pointing slowly, shakily at the beast that Sephiroth seemed to be running to face. "Zack..." she said, her voice shaking like her hand, "what the hell is that thing?"

He whipped his head around, and, seeing the leviathan, his eyes widened to match hers. Twin, glowing green eyes staring at the visage of the beast.

The serpent suddenly snapped into a purely physical form, and Jigen Tsumidashi's voice could be heard crying out for the retaliation to begin, when, suddenly... a massive wall of water appeared. Even his stolid voice cut off staring at it--it had to be seven or eight stories tall--and it was rushing down the mountain towards them.

All of a sudden--before she could look at anybody else, before she could make a sound, before she could even see her life flashing before her yes--she was surrounded in the torrential, warm water. She was choking... drowning... and the force was threatening to simply tear her body apart. She blacked out.
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The rout of the Shin-Ra forces was unstoppable as the great Wutaian God poured more and more of the waters of death upon them. Not even the great Sephiroth had managed to get out of the way in time, and, trapped in the flood, he was powerless to do anything, his materia and Masamune stripped away from him by the force of the riptides.

And then a single, green light began to glow somewhere near where the Marines' camp had been minutes before. It was faint at first, virtually impossible to see through the water, but it continued to glow, brighter and brighter, until it was shining with the intensity of a small, green sun, caught in the middle of the tsunami. And then the waters parted.

They rushed up into a column, surrounding the brilliant light, and then, in a single instant, froze into a giant column of pure, crystalline ice, clear as the air itself. The first rays of the sun, rising in the east, caught the giant structure, and the light, fractured through the frozen mass, breathed a mystic radiance of rainbow light into the air. It was awe-inspiring.

And then the column was rushing at the great God DaShe--the Leviathan. It smashed into the great serpent, knocking it into the cliff behind it, shattering into billions of crystal shards, sparkling in the early morning sunlight, and the God screamed.

All eyes capable of seeing at that moment turned toward the source of the light--the body of Crest Schatteskind, floating in the air, eyes blazing a brilliant green.

The God screamed again, but this time from a different pain. Crest's hands were slowly coming together, as if compressing a great mass between them, and the God was writhing in pain, it's body slowly becoming more and more constricted. A brilliant red light started to shine from the God's body, and then, suddenly quickening, began to shrink--or, rather, become crushed--into a single, spherical shape that was beginning to materialize.

And then it was over. The God was gone, and in it's place, a single, red materia floated in the air. And then both, Crest and the materia, dropped like rocks back to the earth.
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Sephiroth coughed, water spilling out of his mouth. Where was it... his sword. He needed it to face that thing...

Looking about, he noticed all the bodies around him--some still breathing, others obviously soaked into death. What a pitiful way to die. And then he saw it--or rather, failed to see it. The Wutaian God was gone. He blinked, and shook his head, water droplet's flying from his fine, silvery hair.

He saw the Masamune and grabbed it, still wary of further attack. But the villagers, like their God, were nowhere to be seen. As if they'd abandoned the town. As if they never existed in the first place.

Satisfied that there weren't any more enemies to be found, he decided to attend to his troops first, and ask questions later. Because questions definitely needed to be asked.
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Subject shows no indication of any memory of the incident. Records show that Sephiroth received the credit for the defeat of the summon, code name Leviathan. Nothing further is known.

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[STATS]

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LAST, FIRST: Miyagawa, Natsumi ...
CODE: Natsu …
AGE: 19 …
SEX: Female ...
D.O.B: Nov 24 ...
BIRTHPLACE: Midgar ...

[DESCRIPTION]

HEIGHT: 170cm ...
WEIGHT: 59 kg ...
BUILD: Slim ...
EYE COLR: Honey-brown ...
HAIR COLR: Black, dark red streaks ...
COMPLXION: Fair ...
DEXTERITY: Ambidextrous ...

[BACKGROUND]

WPN>>RNGD: Modified Turk Issue Handgun; “PERSEPHONE” ...
WPN>>MLEE: Bulky sword of unknown origin; "DESPERADO" ...
WPN>>PNMTC: Polymer blowgun; poison-tipped darts ...

EDUCATION: [Primary]: Mursting Elementary School; [Secondary]: Gurnais High School, Shinra Military Academy …
TRAINING: [Combat]: Standard martial arts training, Swordsman Training; [Target]: Submachine Guns, Pistols, Revolvers; [Electronics]: Hacking (Software), Hacking (Hardware), Viruses; [Subterfuge]: Intelligence, Forgery; [Battlefield]: Infantry Tactics (Assault)...
ASCIATION: ShinRa Inc. ...
OCCUPATION: M.D.A.R. Unit …
SPECIALTY: [Writer]: Politics, Literature; [Melee Fighter]: Skilled swordsperson; [Materia User]: Relatively skilled caster, appears to have trouble with control ...

Appearance: A slender, thin-muscled frame belies Natsu’s extraordinary strength in her arms. Straight dark hair is cut in choppy layers. The shorter parts of her hair frame her face: slanted when viewed from the side, with the back parts distinctly shorter than the longer front parts. A straight horizontal fringe hangs directly above Natsu’s eyes, partially obscuring her eyebrows. Her features are sharp and angular, and semi-thin-lipped, but distinctly feminine. Her eyelashes are long and thick, and her skin is fair and easily sunburnt. When out of a neatly pressed Turk uniform [tie worn slightly loose], she is often seen in traditional Wutaian-style clothing, or some other extravagant and/or gothic outfit, frequently involving ribbons.

Personality: No obvious trace has been left of her rebellious Libertine days, apart from a slight annoyance with company policies and Shinra Tower construction at times. Socially inept and habitually reclusive, with a tendency to be brash, very blunt and straightforward when spoken to. She maintains a façade – comprised of confidence, capability, and false bravado - that crumbles under extreme pressure. Natsumi does care for her comrades, and can be surprisingly respectful and polite when the occasion requires it. Her actions are usually seen to be done brazenly and carelessly, with no thought given to the consequences. When upset, this is indeed what happens at times.

Background/History: Natsumi was born to a Shinra employee and his then-inebriated wife in the midst of a dingy grey Sector 8 apartment – the wife in question was rumoured to be some sort of Plate-standard nobility, but nobody was really sure; especially not when said Plate-standard nobility mother, irked with her husband’s frequent patronage of local, notorious brothel “Honeybee Inn” and also rather fed up with her life in general, left in a fit of disgusted outrage, shortly after giving birth. Natsumi’s life settled into a somewhat satisfactory [to her] routine for some time after that – she got below-average grades in school [excelled in languages though], picked up illegal pastimes on computers [hacking, software and digital piracy], avoided her younger brother Odayo, did odd jobs, and occasionally toyed with ‘junk-heap’-standard swords and weapons.

The distinct problem with all this was that most teenagers get bored living lives that they see as mundane. Regrettably, Natsumi was no exception. At the age of fifteen, in a fit of spontaneous, cynical rebellion brought on purely by boredom; Natsumi put pen to paper and started churning out political, Shinra-mocking articles for the independent gazettes and the masses, under the pseudonym “Libertine”. Oddly, they became runaway hits with rebellious upstart slumlings, and even some of the common folk. The essays were what most people saw as anti-government sentiments, and became relatively well-known locally: with backbones of deductions, conspiracy theories, cynical rhetoric, and the Shinra-related details and dirt that Natsumi scrounged from the bowels of various archives. The Libertine was moderately controversial and hated by the people of the Shinra Company that had to deal with the problem – even if Natsumi herself was largely neutral towards the Shinra and was just doing it all for kicks. For all the newfound notoriety she remained anonymous, even if the Libertine wasn’t.

Anonymous – but the people Shinra saw as threats [Natsumi was unknowingly stirring up ‘something wicked’, they called it, in the people, planting the seeds of dangerous ideas in their minds] didn’t stay undercover for long. They traced Libertine writings [running successfully for six months] straight to the source, after the lower-downs in the company who had had to deal with the Libertine complained, and the people in charge finally took some minor degree of notice. Daresay it was a nasty shock for Natsumi when one day some serious-looking Shinra employees showed up and had Words with her father. Next thing she knew, she’d been pulled out of school and forcibly recruited into the Shinra Military Academy – for two reasons. Firstly, she was causing Problems and had to be Monitored and Kept Under Control. Secondly, the people who assessed Natsumi noted that while she might not be a particularly outstanding asset to Shinra, she was better off as a Shinra lapdog than yet another enemy. Better put to use, that is.

At the Academy Natsumi underwent the standard harsh physical training: martial arts, combat and such; she regularly failed lessons in diplomacy and was barred from language lessons in any form. By now she was beginning to regret looking for trouble. Six months later, having successfully quashed the Libertine in her, the Academy lot looked on with the vaguest sense of approval as Natsumi – formerly just another lazy teenager - performed sufficiently well, even managing to hone her skills as a swordsperson. They seemed satisfied enough – at least enough to send fifteen-and-a-half-years-old Natsumi on a first mission to Corel. Two years after that, Natsumi graduated alive and relatively intact [luckily], and went on to become a Neo-Turk herself. Another of Shinra’s dogs.



[ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE]

Being unlucky enough to be riding in the same Shinra chopper as the Head of Weapons Development was not doing Natsumi Miyagawa any favours.

She’d heard stories about Scarlet. Most of the current execs had had to endure long and hard climbs up the corporate ladder to prove that they deserved to get where they were today – to hold the positions they had. Scarlet – manipulative malicious whore Scarlet, now sneering at Natsu from across the cabin – had not merely fought. She had bitten, kicked and clawed her way to the top. Metaphorically speaking. And now she was Midgar’s richest woman, aging gracefully and adored, worshipped, by many men. [Except Hojo, of course, but general opinion round here held that Hojo was asexual, so no worries there. Nobody who liked their spinal cords would try to seduce Hojo anyway.]

Natsu felt Scarlet’s appraising eyes on her, and scowled out of the chopper window as the Western Continent passed by beneath them. Fifteen and a half, and already a military cadet. Wonderful. If she graduated alive she’d never, ever publish any material that even remotely concerned the bloody company again. Just my luck, she supposed wryly. Anyway, she’d gotten off lightly. At least she was not at the bottom of the ocean with a ******** anvil chained to her cold dead corpse.

“Relax. It’ll be over soon enough.”

Commander – Natsu had forgotten the name of that day’s supervisor – startled her into looking up. A shiny white, broad grin winked down at Natsu, out from a face with stern, square-cut features, framed by salt-and-pepper hair. Apparently he was an instructor at the school, too. If that was true, he’d be one of the two nice people at the academy, the other being the lunch lady. Natsu’s student-companions liked him because he was a friendly sort of guy in a harsh, unwelcoming militarist environment. Natsu liked him as not many people would speak to her - the reclusive, snappy, ex-“anti-Shinra” kid who liked to sulk in corners and was regularly obnoxious to most who tried to be sociable – especially not on the first day of meeting her. Shinra Inc. liked him because he was loyal and thus made a good hound. He was remarkably friendly, for somebody who taught adolescents how to kill. He would be retiring shortly.

Back to admiring deserted, devoid-of-all-life sandy badlands. “Maybe. You seem like you’re having fun.”

He laughed openly, showing off more shiny white teeth. “Now I like the idea of the Gold Saucer. It sounds like a fun place. Who doesn’t like the idea of the Gold Saucer?”

“Me,” Natsu retorted, at about the same time Scarlet uttered vehemently, “I don’t, you philanthropic moron. Now shut up.”

Huh. Scarlet was cranky. Maybe it was that time of the month again. Natsu fervently wished the other choppers had had room for her.

The Commander’s grin broadened. “Yes, boss. I understand the fluorescent lights in the Saucer's Midgar showroom hurt a lot of folks’ eyes.”

Natsu’s normally sharp glance turned incredulous. She threw a wary look at Scarlet, whose narrowed eyes suggested that she was feeling more than a little murderous. Her smile remained poisonous as ever. Did the Commander know how dangerous the fire he was playing with was?

Hastily she changed the subject. “So what am I supposed to do in Corel?”

The Commander was cut off. “You’re the clean-up,” Scarlet answered cattily. “You and all the little SMA students are going to be mopping up the remains of Corel.” Apparently the thought seemed to amuse her, because she let out a little shrieking ‘kya-ha-ha’ sort of noise that Natsu supposed was meant to be maniacal laughter. Somehow it was unnerving.

The Commander finished it off. “Then, Miyagawa, I think you’ll be piloting one of the other choppers back to Midgar. But remember you’ve got to stay in the chopper till we’re done.” They had come to Corel with a veritable fleet of them. Each held Neo-Turks and various other ‘cleaners’ from the school.

Natsu settled back grudgingly as the helicopter descended into a smoking Corel. “Okay.”

The Commander, Scarlet and some of the other Neo-Turks in the chopper disembarked without so much as a backwards glance, leaving Natsu alone.

*

It was horrible. That was about all Natsu could begin to think. Corel had been razed to the ground quite thoroughly. Houses were half-gone, and what remained was blackened wood that crumbled easily. The rusty train tracks looked melted in parts. There were no visible survivors left by the Neo-Turks that Natsu could ‘leave for dead’, as per orders. And the smell of smoke, the metallic tang of blood, was forever in her nostrils.

She stepped on something and looked down. A severed arm lay limply beneath her boot. She could see the part where it had been severed from its owner; bone, tendon, muscle and all. The fingernails were blackened by dirt; the arm was covered in congealing blood. Natsu shuddered faintly. She wasn’t squeamish normally, but this was … well. One of those unspeakable Shinra atrocities? Destroying an entire town, just like that. Was this worth her loyalty?

Natsu decided to ignore the question till later. It was easy enough to focus on the dead and not her career prospects. Once she had seen the arm, the corpses seemed to be everywhere – beneath the rubble, some buried alive beneath the remains of their homes, the stink of the dead and dying wafting up.

Half a face, here – a broken back, here – the mutilated body of a child, here.

As per orders, she dragged some back and threw them on a pile [first begun by her fellow ‘cleaners’] to be cremated. It was tough work – dead weight was difficult to carry, and she had to step gingerly, lest she cut her leg open on a sharp shard of metal or whatnot.

And here, a body with a crushed skull – and someone with dried foam on the cheeks - and then here, a woman with a bloodied throat cut wide open for the world to see…

Natsu stopped to look at the latest discovery. The cause of death was easy enough to determine – her throat really had been cut wide open. Carved by the look of it. The woman, she noted, must have been beautiful in life. A kind, round face with pleasant features. Bright, electric blue eyes – they had probably been lively and vivacious, once – were open, bulging, and staring blindly up at the bright Corel skies above.

Natsu reached down to hoist her up, but she was stopped by a hoarse bellow, abrupt and gruff. A man’s voice. It also sounded quite exhausted, and alone, somehow…

“You! … Don’t … touch her…”

Natsu looked up, startled. Dark, angry eyes stared out at her from a dark-skinned face further blackened with coal and dust, grime and caked blood. A black crew-cut stood up from his head. He was staggering, and his right arm hung uselessly limp by his side. His expression was terrible – it almost looked like death itself – Natsu shuddered and looked away, back at the corpse.

The man managed to drag himself over. His face registered the shock, the grief, as he saw the dead woman. “Myr…Myrna…”

Then the grief turned to anger after a few frozen, long moments. He glanced at Natsu, sharply, furiously. Natsu backed away, instinctively. “Hey, don’t look at me,” she babbled. “I didn’t do this.”

The man gave a snorting sound, glared at her and turned back to the woman. “Hmh.” Natsu thought she distinctly heard him murmur grimly, “******** Shinra scum” or something to that effect.

Natsu hesitated. She remembered her orders to leave no survivors, but somehow she didn’t think she’d have the guts to carry them out right now.

Then – so unexpectedly – a baby’s wail reached their ears.

The man’s head jerked up swiftly, renewed but disbelieving hope dawning on his face. He got up with unnatural speed, and hurried off in the general direction of the cry. Natsu paused, decided against waiting, and followed in not-so-hot pursuit, standard-issue machine gun in hand.

She arrived there just in time to see the man awkwardly lift a bundle, swaddled in stained sky-blue blankets, into the crook of his good arm. So that was the squalling infant from earlier. He stood there for a moment with the baby – Natsu could only see his hulking back at an angle, from where she was standing – and there was silence for a while, almost longer than she could bear.

Natsu blinked away a bead of sweat. Remember the orders, she told herself. Remember. She raised shaking fingers to the trigger of the submachine gun – so easy. It would be so easy to loose ten rounds into his back, till he collapsed and crushed the baby, suffocated the child with his weight.

But did she really want to contribute to this carnage?

It’s a dog-eat-dog world, she recalled distantly, from a written work that seemed so long ago now, and had indeed [or so she presumed] been forgotten and left to rot in archives. The Shinra Company has taken, and is taking, that maxim far too seriously.

The Libertine is redundant now, Natsu told herself.

There was a soft, barely perceptible click as she readied the gun to fire.

Somehow that man heard it, and whipped around in time. His burly, dark-skinned face was contorted in an expression of the utmost hatred. He was beyond his grief now. There was only anger left – or so that was what his face betrayed, what she thought his look said.

Natsu recoiled.

The gun clattered sadly, resoundingly, to the ground.

The man walked right past her wordlessly, infant in his arm, not sparing her a single glance, never looking back once. He vanished, a rapidly retreating dot in the distance.

That was the last time Natsu saw him for a long, long time.

She didn’t know how long she was there afterwards. She barely realised when the Commander came to ask her about her progress, so confused was she by the event that had just taken place.

Natsu stumbled back to the chopper, trailing after the Commander, unsure if she could pilot the second-last helicopter. Shaking knees and rattled nerves aside, though, she managed. Somehow. She wasn’t sure; the Corel ordeal had left her oddly void of all feeling, with only a strange emptiness in its place; and a blind drive to persevere, to press on no matter what, for a reason she didn’t quite know. Maintaining determination, raw and raging, for the greater glory of Shinra Inc. Stay the course, like those ******** instructors at the school kept on nagging.

But now, cheesy though it sounded, she knew how it felt.

The wind whipping her choppily-cut hair, she turned to look at the horizon, possibly for a final, fleeting glimpse of the wreckage of the simple, once-harmonious coal-mining town.

Instead she only saw Scarlet, and Scarlet’s smile was cold and cruel.

The last helicopter had been hers after all. The blonde stood there, a dot growing swiftly smaller as Natsu’s chopper lifted off, and she was laughing, her sadistic “kya-ha-ha” ringing coldly and clearly through the smoke-saturated air.

She must be mad, reflected Natsu. But then again, I must be, too.

Natsumi Miyagawa looked out the windscreen, face turned to the sun, and imagined that beneath her, the last vestiges of Corel and the Western Continent melted away into the winds.

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&COMMAND&__"SOLDIER" --> Madsen, Vahn Mael]

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[STATS]

IMAGE:

LST, FRST: Madsen, Vahn Mael ...
CODE: Mael ...
AGE: 23 ...
SEX: Male ...
DTEOFBRTH: May 31 ...
BIRTHPLCE: Junon ...

[DESCRIPTION]

HEIGHT: 5’9'' ...
WEIGHT: 155 lbs ...
BUILD: Slim but muscular ...
EYE COLR: Hazel-Blue ...
HAIR COLR: Red and Black...
COMPLXION: Pale Beige ...
DEXTERITY: Sinistral ...


[BACKGROUND]

WPN>>RNGD: Standard SOLDIER Issued Handgun ...
WPN>>MLEE: Long sword ...

EDUCATION: [Secondary]: Junon Public School ...
TRAINING: [Combat]: Tae Kwon Do, Wrestling (Greco-Roman), Wrestling (Sumo), Kendo; [Target(Basic SOLDIER training)]: Rifle (Sniper), Rifle (Assault), Rifle (Plasma), Machine Gun; [Battlefield]: First Aid, Camouflage, Infantry Assault Tactics, Infantry Defense Tactics, Ambuscade Tactics; [Stealth]: Lock-picking; [Chemicals]: Explosives (Hand Grenades) ...
ASCIATION: ShinRa Inc. ...
OCUPATION: SOLDIER Unit ...
SPECIALTY: [Reconnaissance Expert]; [Actor]: Theatre ...

Appearance: The subject is about 5’9’’ tall, with naturally red hair. The tips of the out layer of hair remain black from a previous dye-job. His eyes are hazel blue, blue usually lining the pupil, though sometimes in foul moods the darker brown of his eyes seem to take over. On duty, the subject remains in the standard SOLDIER uniform, while off duty, he tends to wear outfits kin to white-collared shirts and black slacks, preferring above-the-plate fashion. He tends to have a silver pocket watch in his possession at all times.

Personality: The subject seems to be very straight forward when talking to him. He doesn’t waste time tip-toeing around the subject of matter. However while being direct, he also seems to have hidden purposes at some points. Though his intentions are never bad, he may keep things hidden to more efficiently get things done or to keep others safe. He is no less than completely loyal to ShinRa Electric Power Co., and its purposes.

Background/History: The subject was raised in the city of Junon, his family of lower-class in the early years of his life, however, his father took a job with ShinRa Electric Co., and their status rose to middle class. Because of this, Mael and the other Madsen children were able to be schooled appropriately. The Madsen couple remained avid supporters of ShinRa and its purposes afterwards and passed this state of mind to their children. Mael completed all secondary courses before joining the SOLDIER program. In between graduating and starting training however, the other members of the Madsen family became deceased in a terrorist attack directed at ShinRa. This incident has affected Mael psychologically, to ShinRa’s benefit as he is determined to follow the company and do his best to put an end to the terrorism against the company. No other information is known at this point.

Example of How you RP:

The headquarters ShinRa Electric Power Company, the most powerful company in Midgar as well as the planet, stood tall on the center of the plate. Straining his neck in attempt to see the top of the building, Mael came close to falling over. He grinned, shaking his head slightly as he continued into the building. If he wasn’t careful, he figured he may break his neck doing that one of these days. The ShinRa building was really tall. It was also his destination. Even if he’d only been on leave a few days, he was happy to be back to what he considered home. After all, the only people he could think of as being family worked within these walls. Hell, to him, ShinRa was family. The only family he had left, at the very least. He’d been tempted to spend his leave here even, but his comrades had forced him from the building. Quite literally if tossing him out the door with a suitcase and enough beer money to keep him plastered for a year counted as ‘forcing’. Though contrary to popular belief, alcohol just wasn’t his thing, but cigarettes, they were a different story. He took one last drag from the white stick drooping from his fingers before letting it drop to the ground and letting it burn a moment more before crushing it with his feet.

“You know, you might as well just cast poison on yourself, lot quicker and more efficient than those things.” Mael turned to look towards a male about his age who was leaning against the ShrinRa building, smirking down at him. “Cheaper, too.”

“This coming from the guy who’d sooner toss his best friend off the plate than give ‘em a try.”

“I’d rather kill you myself than watch you slowly kill yourself with those things.”

“Comforting, Manta, comforting.” Mael smiled, bending down to pick up the cigarette butt as he made his way toward the door, dropping it in a small trash can before entering the building. Manta followed, letting a yawn escape him as he fell in step beside Mael.

“So, did you do anything fun, relax, find a girl?”

The red and black haired soldier glanced to the side, apprehensive about telling the other of his activities. “It’s not really your business.” He got in, just before footsteps alerted him. Fast footsteps, coming closer, and there was more than one set. From what he could tell, there was anywhere from four to six. His hand stretched out quickly to grab hold of Manta’s arm before moving aside and taking the other male with him. He jabbed him in the elbow when the man emitted a squeak and motioned for him to stay still. Looking out from the alcove he’d pulled them into, he saw a heavily clothed figure running towards them, followed by four others, clothed in SOLDIER uniforms. Listening to shouts of the ones following, it was dreadfully obvious that they were intending to catch the closest one. Mael tilted his head, waiting for the figure to move closer. It might not be his business, but if the guy thought he might have a chance of escaping, he was sorely mistaken. “To tell you the truth, though, I was bored.” Mael removed his standard SOLDIER issue gun from its holster and removed himself from their impromptu hiding spot, ignoring the puzzled look that Manta gave in response. “Stop immediately!” Mael commanded, his voice echoing down the hallways. The figure kept on running towards him, not slowing, the only response being gunshots from a firearm that Mael hadn’t seen before. He instinctively fell to the side, cocking his gun. A moment later, he’d aimed and fired his own weapon, without thought and relying on his training. It wasn’t until he saw the figure fall that the pain found him and he realized that he’d been shot as well. He looked down at the bleeding hole in his shoulder. s**t, it hurt, but it hadn’t hit anything vital. He’d live, but hell if he wasn’t pissed about it. At least he’d gotten his revenge.

“Man, you just got shot!” Mael rolled his eyes, wincing and the other grabbed him by the shoulder. “Damn!”

“What’s your problem, I realize I just got shot!” He slapped the hand away with his good arm, glaring slightly before wincing again.

“You need to see a doctor or something!”

“Yeah… I know… Just give me a second…” Mael frowned at him before glancing down the hallway. He realized that the figure still hadn’t moved, as wondered where he had shot the guy, and why they’d been chasing him in the first place. Sighing, he figured he’d find that out another time. His shoulder was bleeding pretty badly. Well, at least he’d done his part for ShinRa today… He figured it was worth it. Maybe he’d get a bonus for getting shot… or maybe he was guilty of wishful thinking.

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&COMMAND&__"["The Turks"]" --> Yashverna, Aleksandr]

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[STATS]

IMAGE:
LST, FRST: Yashverna, Aleksandr ...
CODE: Mako ...
AGE: 24 ...
SEX: Male ...
DTEOFBRTH: Apr, 22 ...
BIRTHPLCE: Nibelheim ...

[DESCRIPTION]

HEIGHT: 5'7'' ...
WEIGHT: 130 lbs ...
BUILD: Small ...
EYE COLR: Grey ...
HAIR COLR: Blond ...
COMPLXION: Fair ...
DEXTERITY: Right-Handed ...


[BACKGROUND]

WPN>>RNGD: Standard Handgun ...
WPN>>MLEE: Foot-long Dagger ...
MATERIA: Pre-Emptive, Sense, Deathblow, and Contain ...
LIMIT BREAKS: Aimed Strike, Shadow Shot {Status Effect: Darkness}...
EDUCATION:[Primary]: Nibelheim Public School; [Secondary]: ShinRa Academy; ShinRa Military Academy ...
TRAINING: [Dagger Proficiency and Stealth] ...
ASCIATION: ShinRa Inc. ...
OCUPATION: [M.D.A.R. Unit] ...
SPECIALTY: [Stealth] Assassination Skills; [Weapon Proficiency] Dagger Mastery ...

Appearance: [Aleksandr has medium length hair with bangs that fall just above his dark, grey eyes. His blond hair is neatly trimmed in the back and is layered on top with different lengths. His hair is spiked with deliberate, yet randomly-placed spikes. He wears the standard suit and tie with a leather holster on his right hip. Hanging from his left side is his foot-long dagger without a sheath. He keeps his attire well-pressed and wrinkle-free. His frame is slender with well-defined muscles.]

Personality: Aleksandr can seem distant at times and he's quiet. However, he is very sociable when he finally opens up to new people. He is emotional at times but when it comes to missions he is extremely focused and eager to do his duty.

Background/History: Aleksandr was born and raised in Nibelheim until his father's unfortunate death in the Nibelheim Mako Reactor. A ShinRa-manufactured monster broke out while he was performing his routined duties. Shortly after the funeral Aleksandr's mother moved him to Midgar where he was enrolled in the ShinRa Academy for his secondary education. Shortly thereafter he enrolled himself in the ShinRa Military Academy with the intention of becoming a Turk with a proficiency in the skills of an assassin.

Example of How you RP: [Aleksandr awoke with a start, his heart racing and his breaths coming in short, rapid gasps that made his throat ache and tighten. He tried his best to choke back the sobs and the memories of his past, but no matter how thick the walls he put up were he always failed. Tears were falling down his face, landing haphazardly on his black comforter. He wiped them away, remembering the moment the casket closed at his father's funeral.

"Why? Why couldn't I protect him?" Aleksandr muttered shakily as he sat up, a headache forming in the center of his forehead. He swung his bare legs out from the tangled-up sheets. He stood and slowly walked to his bedroom window. He gazed up at the dark clouds and sighed. "Why does it rain every time? Why is the anniversary of your death always so damn dreary?" Aleksandr asked with another long sigh before he rested his aching forehead on the cool window pane. He closed his eyes and the clouds burst, releasing the rain on to the ShinRa Academy campus.

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&COMMAND&__"The Turks" --& Tenshizuo, Shiki]

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[STATS]

IMAGE: N/A
LST, FRST: Tenshizuo, Shiki ...
CODE: Shiki ...
AGE: 25 ...
SEX: Male ...
DTEOFBRTH: Oct 12 ...
BIRTHPLCE: Nibelheim ...

[DESCRIPTION]

HEIGHT: 5'9'' ...
WEIGHT: 135 lbs ...
BUILD: Thin, lean ...
EYE COLR: Blue-gray ...
HAIR COLR: Black ...
COMPLXION: Fair-pale ...
DEXTERITY: Ambidextrous ...


[BACKGROUND]

WPN&&RNGD: Standard Turk Issued Handgun ...
WPN&&MLEE: Steal Katana ...

TRAINING: Self taught, [Combat] Shin-Ra's elite Turk Training Program ...
ASCIATION: ShinRa Inc. ...
OCUPATION: M.D.A.R. Elite Unit ...

Appearance: Shiki has jet-black hair with a bluish shine that runs to his jaw line, with a slight curl inward to frame his cheeks, accented by strikingly bright blue-gray eyes. He’s not too tall (5’9”-ish), but can be pretty imposing due to the way he moves (fluid and gracefully, like a panther), as well as his deep, smooth voice, and that long sword he totes about. He’s handsome in a smooth, sleek sort of way, very much a “pretty boy," although it's obvious he can hold his own. Also his attire never changes from his standardized Turk suit he is so prideful about.

Personality: Egotistical and aloof, Shiki doesn't possess many admirable traits yet manages to remain morbidly alluring in the way he speaks and moves. His mind has been slowly chipped away at due to his obsessions with power and control, as well as his unquenchable thirst for revenge, but he’s handsome in a tragic sort of way, which draws people to him. His morals have been stripped away, and he’s lost concern for everything that’s truly important—family, friends, love—none of it is precious to him anymore. Not even life itself… except his own, of course.

Shiki has a distinct… dominating streak; there is nothing that pleases him more than taking control of someone else. He loves pinning others down underneath his thumb, and if they squirm, he only loves it more. The process of breaking someone down, slowly, bit by bit, fascinates him.

He's generally cold, selfish, and pokerfaced—unless he's got his mind on a few particular subjects that please him (causing others pain, controlling them. just a few examples). Nothing seems to hold his interest, and it’s rare he’ll idle with irrelevant past times that don’t somehow contribute to him reaching the goals he’s set for his life.

He is possessive, and obviously, possesses one-track mind. It’s hard to get him off of something once he’s set in his ways, and there is virtually nothing that can stop him from getting what he wants—maybe because if he can’t attain it, he’ll simply destroy it. If he can’t enjoy it, no one will.

Background/History: The man’s past remains a mystery to everyone (especially those who wish to know of it), and he has yet had any desire to disclose it. Though records have been able to allow this. Experiment #667 was one who survived the endless torture no man could bare. Treated as an animal 667 was held in the captivity of one man cells.... 667 was released during the Nibelheim incident and escaped...all files were lost on experiment #667.

Years Later: 667, changed their name to Tenshizuo, Shiki to hide his past away. As well as "blend in" with the mortals that surrounded him. He has recently moved to Midgar to hold his own residence at Sector eight. Now living a normal life he has wittnessed many battles and soon appiled for a job in Shinra Inc. The Turks. A rookie in the organization his skills have come in handy due to the inhancements he has received. Though still human he isn't invincible so pain and injury is still a factor in his new life.

Example of How you RP:
The IVs punctured his pale skin with each experiment till he became immune to the pain of each needle, big or small. His bloodshot eyes tired from the restless sleep and constant drills he had to do with each test of the experiment.

His skin itched and burned as the experiments seemed to morph into one, causing him excessive pain and discomfort. Cursing the man behind the whole operation he was too weak to even fight back like he had when he was first wheeled into the white walled room.

"Again." said a commanding voice of the man he dispised so dearly. Then came the shock of electricity through his whole body. A scream escaped his cracked lips. Those same words echoed in his head, as tears streaked his face. Arching up allowing the straps to pin him once again until the skin under them went raw he cried out into the air. The electricity fazing him once more, hitting every nerve ending he had.

All wishing it was just a nightmare he layed there dazed. Silent once more he looked around and tried to make out who was touching him. Examining his eyes, arms, and legs. He was still normal but something felt oddly different. Raising his head slightly as he blinked to regain a clear visual of the room, unfortunately he fell back down with a 'thump' and groaned.

"Now, remove it." those dreaded words remained in the air as he layed there breathless. Shiki blinking slowly and noticed another doctor with a machine in hand. Hojo came into view and Shiki to the opportunity to glare at the man. Though he had no more voice he could still hiss at the elder man.

Hojo's reply was only a bitter chuckle and angered Shiki. Arching up once more in distress he tried to break free from the straps that held him to the table. Growling at the doctors and the nurses around him as he was being restrained from his freedom. His tarnished skin was raw and bleeding. His own fault at his failure attempt at getting free from his Hell he had to deal with from the very beginning.

Next thing he knew he was knocked out by the butt of a gun as it stuck him in the head.

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Rising from the deep sleep he was in from before, the room was dark from the power outage they recieved from earlier. Sitting up slowly he noticed the straps were removed. He blinked in a daze and looked at the IVs on his arms and stitches that ran along his torso.

Sitting up all the way now he moved so his bare feet touched the cold ground. Shiki ripped the IVs from his body, cutting into his skin allowing the small puncture wounds to be more of gashes. Stumbling to get to the door, he used the wall as a guide. Blood dripped on the tile floor below him. Leaving a small trail behind him as he limped toward the exit. The darkness was simple to see through with his enhanced vision. Rubing his face with a cloth like material on his right hand he glanced at it. A simple cast was around it. Confused he realized it was slightly bigger than his other hand.

Continuing his walk he forgot about his wrapped hand easily as he stumbled on toward an exit. Hearing footfalls and a wicked laugh behind him he panicked. Shiki started to run with all his strength. Still very weak he kept going. The laughing got closer, and closer. He reached the exit door and fumbled with the door. He shot through the door into the open air. An explosion was heard from behind him, thinking nothing of it he was free....