Post by sephiroth on Jan 13, 2011 15:50:35 GMT -5
Raze
"I may be a Mutt, but I still have my Honor..."
Custom Title: Hybrid, or Mutt
Age: Around 29 in human years.
Gender: Male
Family: None. All Have passed away.
Race: Failed Laboratory Experiment
Sexual Orientation: None
Home World:Gaia
Alignment: Depends on the timeline of rp. Before Shin-ra falls, he is a Turk. After, he is an ex-Turk, but still tries to carry out Turk duties. lol.
Job: Again, depends on rp timeline. Is a Turk/ex-Turk.
Items: His weapons
Accessories:Ribbon
Appearance
He was once human, standing at a height of 6.2 ft with short, black hair. Had blue eyes. He had always worn the Turk uniform, as Turk was his job. Then he became a lab experiment; and was changed by the "projects". Now he is a shadowy wolf creature with red eyes that still carries some human traits. This includes his humanoid body; as well as his human mind and intelligence. He is still 6.2 ft tall. He has midnight black and short fur. He walks upright without difficulty. Occasionally, he can be seen walking on all four legs; usually only done when creeping about on a secret mission.
In a way, he is a bit vain. He likes to keep himself clean wherever he goes. And though he is an animal, he often has to go places where humans usually dress formally. When those times come, he works hard to be sure that his fur is smooth and not sticking up at random intervals. He keeps his claws sharp, but clean and shiny. He makes sure his uniform is neat and blood-free. In combat, he often gets enemy blood splattered all over his sleeves and face; and he makes sure to clean up after a messy mission. He doesn't like having to walk through dirt on his jobs, so he washes his shoes thoroughly after every mission.
Usually, creatures like himself have bad breath. that is not his case. He keeps his mouth clean; using a toothbrush of his own invention to get everything out from between his teeth. His uniform coat is longer than most that Turks wear; mainly as a gesture of respect. It would be pretty eye catching and distracting to see a hole in one's pants in that general area. The length of the coat conceals the opening in the back of his pants were the tail protrudes.
Personality:
Not the social type. He retains his human brain, even though his body has changed. He had been a loner-type guy when human, and still is. After the experiments, it became much harder to gain his trust and friendship. He talks very little, and simply does what he is told. But if one can befriend him, he/she will have a loyal, lifelong friend. Despite everything that has happened to him, he isn't always sulky.
There are time when he gets excited over the prospect of a mission, sometimes just by being with friends. At those times, he has been seen to get a bit childish; often tripping over his own feet while running around. He has a hard time sitting still when in a good mood, and paces everywhere when bored. He is proud of his animalistic form, though he rarely shows it. Being a wolf-like creature has been enjoyable to him quite often. But when he is upset or depressed, he usually seeks out a place to be alone. That place usually turns out to be on the roof of the Shin-ra building.
Occasionally, howls can be heard echoing through Midgar in the places closest to the Shin-ra building as he mourns the lost of his family and whatever else happened. When on a mission in which he has to fight other creatures, his loyalty never shifts. Even if he is fighting the same species as himself; he would put his life on the line for the Turks. He isn't exactly fond of Shin-ra, due to the fact it was Shin-ra's fault that he lost everything. But as the Turks work for Shin-ra; so he keeps his mouth shut and negative comments about to himself.
History (And Theme Song):
Now the dark begins to rise...
I was born in Midgar; and led a fairly simple life. I had a mother and a father; as well as one brother and one sister. I was the eldest sibling, and carried much responsibility even at a young age. My parents both worked for Shin-ra, often leaving me to watch my sister and brother. The three of us shared a strong bond; one unlike most. Usually, the older sibling doesn't get along too well with the younger in a family like ours; but that was not the case with me. We loved each other, and tried to do everything together. That life... I really miss it.
Save your breath, it's far from over...
But something about us had caught the attention of scientist that work for Shin-ra. When I was about 15, one scientist came to us while our parents were working. He mentioned something about S-cells, whatever the hell those were; and insisted that the three of us go in for testing. My brother was willing to go out of curiosity, and my sister would have gone simply because he was. But as for me... I didn't trust science. My father always talking about how horrible some experiments were, and I wanted nothing to do with it. I wanted nothing to do with it. But I wouldn't stop my brother or sister if they wanted to go. Turned out that they trusted me more than the scientist; no surprises there. The scientist left us rather irritated.
Leave the lost and dead behind...
I turned 16, and it was time for me to get a job. My parents helped me out with choices; and I eventually decided to become a Turk. Testing, interviews, and initiation were hard; but I got through. Finally I was accepted into the Turks, and began my training. But my job ended up taking most of my free time away. By brother, now 12, was supposed to take care of my sister while our parents and myself were gone. My sister was only 9. I missed them so much, but work had to come first. At least I saw my parents occasionally at work when I was called to Shin-ra.
Now's your chance to run for cover...
When I became 19; I was a highly respected Turk. I had failed very few missions and my battle skills were apparently better than normal. I hadn't seen my parents or siblings since I was 17. After a while, I was granted a time off. I hurried back to visit my family, only to be greeted with terrible news... Both my mother and father were dead. Apparently, they had been at a Mako reactor for some reason. Shin-ra refused to tell me why they had been sent there. Both of them had fallen into the reactor itself. It had happened about one month ago. Since then, my brother had been doing his best to take care of himself and our sister; by using the money our parents had left us. They were OK, physically; well-fed and healthy. But both had fallen into depression. I wanted to stay with them, but I had a job to return to.
I don't want to change the world...
I returned to work when my time was up. But I could never stop worrying about my siblings. Then, one day at work, the same scientist from before came up. He insisted that if I went to become an experiment, I would be able to make sure both my brother and sister would stay safe. By this point, I was ready to do anything. I accepted, and I was given more time off of my Turk work to participate in the experiments. I remember going into a cylinder of sort. There was a flash of sudden agony, then everything went black. Every once n a while, I would wake up, and be allowed out of my containment cylinder thing. The scientist always said that the experiments had been successful. After a short break, I had been returned to my personal prison.
I just want to leave it colder...
Then one day, something went wrong. I woke up to find myself clenched in agony; writhing in my prison. Everything else was completely blank. I remember nothing but pain and highly concerned voices, though the voices were muffled by the glass and liquid around me. I could make out a few words though; "Mako Poisoning", "Cure?", "What now?" The words I managed to hear came in broken phrases, and I had no idea what they were talking about. One thing was clear though... I was dying. My life was slowly, but surely slipping away. Desperate concern for my brother and sister rose in my mind. How would they fair once I was gone? Right then, I knew I had made the biggest mistake in my life by allowing myself to be experimented on. Suddenly, I became aware that the scientists and doctors outside my prison were turning to stare at me. One of them held up a microphone thing, and i could hear his voice clearly through some speaker in the cylinder. "Don't worry. We have found a cure. You won't ever be the same again, but at least you will be alive." I felt a surge of relief, and blackness slipped over my vision again.
Light the fuse and burn it up...
When I finally woke, I was aware of something very different. There wasn't a glass cylinder around me anymore, but the white curtains of the medical wing in Shin-ra. I saw and felt many different things. Right in front of my face was a furry muzzle with a twitching nose. Under the muzzle were two paws, also black-furred. I sat up, completely confused, only to find that nose came with me, and the paws moving at my command. Soft voices flooded into my head, but they were louder than they should have been. A new feeling in my rear made me twitch, and I twisted around to see a long, furry tail moving behind me. There was now a mirror right in front of my face. I looked in, and received a sudden shock. I wasn't human anymore. I was a wolf of some sort, and that tail was mine. Understanding dawned over me. so this what what that doctor had meant by me "Never being the same again". I was tired, and I needed more sleep. I lay down on the bed again, and allowed the blackness of sleep to flow over me. I was 25 then.
Take the path that leads to nowhere...
I am still 25. I am no longer aging. To save my life, the scientists have given me the DNA of the wolf creature who's form I now took as my own. It was an animal that never aged, so I will be 25 forever. I don't now how or when I'll die, I don't care anymore. I don't care about anything anymore. I found out that my brother and sister had died; taking their own lives out of pure sorrow at the loss of their parents and me. It took me a while, but I got over it eventually. All that is left for me now is my job. I returned to my work as a Turk. Everything had been explained to the Turk Organization, and I was allowed to keep my job of going on missions. I may now be a wolf-human, but it has proved useful on many missions. I have retained my human brain, so I am able to speak the human language as well as animal. I can hold a gun or the Turk steel bar, but I prefer to just use my claws in a fight. Many Turks aren't very fond of me like this, but most adjusted to having a weird thing like me among them. I will never be entirely human again, and I know that. I will be happy to stay like this for the rest of my life, however long that lasts.
Song by: Breaking Benjamin~ I will Not Bow
Abilities:
- Speed
- Stealth
- Gun handling
- Turk Iron bar handling
Summons: None
Magic:
Materia:
- Fire3
- Ice3
- Lighting(Mastered)
Strengths:
Being a wolf, he has all the advantages of excellent hearing and an amazing sense of smell. From the lab experiments, he had Mako injected into him; allowing him to use Materia without getting Mako-poisioning. Speed, stealth, and strength are on his side.
Weaknesses:
Strong, unpleasant smells make him instinctively back away. With his nose being much more sensitive, smell has a huge affect on him; whether it be in the field or in combat. Same thing with sounds. High frequency waves or any sort of sound that is too loud make him go psycho. He hates being in the air. Being a creature of the land, he gets both seasick and airsick very easily. Often stumbles around in a disoriented way when ill, getting in everyone's way usually, instead of being his usual, helpful self.
Weapon:
- Two Handheld Guns
- Turk Iron Bar
- Materia
Crushes:None
How did you find us?I found your advertisement in Final Fantasy Nation.
Role Play Sample:
This came from a roleplay I had with Raze on another roleplay site.
He had been merely hanging out in his own, rather plain office. The walls were colored a light cream and free of any marks, smears, or posters. The office itself was rather spacious. All that it held was a couch for visitors, his chair, and his desk. his desk had it's drawers stuffed with files, files which had had always kept organized and up to date. The top of the desk had a pencil holder with two pens in it. No surprise, the holder was in the shape of a wolf's head. The computer was dust free and well kept. he had some knowledge of how to take apart and fix a computer when necessary.
His suit was neat and well kept as usual; his furry body itself was freshly cleaned. He had only just finished a shower, before returning to his office. The soft black fur was still damp. Claws were filed neatly to a razor sharp point; no dirt lingered between the pads on his paws/hands. Fur had been brushed out and shone sleekly with health. Each fang in his mouth white and clean.
Yet despite his outer appearance, his crimson eyes shone with held back tears. They were focused on a single picture on his desk; an image of his long-dead family. it had been the last picture of the entire family; before his father had deserted SOLDIER with Genesis. Before his mother had fallen into depression. Before she had gone, leaving him to care for his younger sister... Before the horrid experiments performed on him... And before his sister had taken her own life out of fear of him and what he had become.
The head turned slowly to gaze into a small mirror that was placed next to the framed photograph. he had put that mirror there for one reason alone... to make sure that he always saw the what sort of monster he now was... And how his mistake of allowing experiments performed on him had ruined his entire life. He looked into those pain-filled eyes. He looked at the uniform he now wore. He looked at the wolf's head of his; at his identity.
And tears began to fall once more. "Look at yourself...." He thought furiously. "This uniform that you wear with such pride... You are merely concealing the fact that you are a monster. You are running from reality.... Hiding behind the Turk organization.... It is time for that to change. You have never been worth much as a Turk, you don't even get payed because monsters don't need money. Be proud of what you've become, and cease being a coward..."
The hybrid gazed for a moment longer in the mirror, then stood up sharply. That little echoing voice in his head... It was right. Raze took the mirror, and smashed it to the ground, he carefully placed the bits of glass and metal in a trash bin by his desk. He took the photograph out of it's frame and placed in deep in his pocket. The now empty frame soon joined the broken mirror in the trash. He powered down the computer, watching as its screen flickered off.
It was then that his cell phone vibrated. He brought it out, and received a message. Something about scarlet being kidnapped by that old hero, Cloud. He received orders to pursue them with the rest of the Turks, and incarcerate Cloud Strife; bring back Scarlet. Then a motorcycle roar reached his sensitive ears. He ran to the window, just in time watch Scarlet get onto it and secure herself. she was with Cloud, and Cloud didn't even have a weapon out.
"Kidnapped, were you; Scarlet? As if... You're leaving of your own free will, and you are getting cloud's help..." He spun around, and ran from his office. He contacted transportation of his phone as he locked his door. "I am heading down to the heli-pads. I want a chopper ready to go by the time I get there. I've seen the Targets."
He flashed through hallway after hallway, ignoring the indignant yells of people as he forced his way through crowds. when he finally arrived at his destination, a helicopter was already spinning it's blades and waiting for him. He sprang in, and nodded thanks at the people who had gotten the thing ready. "I will take this one alone. get more helicopters ready for the other Turks." The men sprang out of the flying machine and hurried off.
Raze checked his helicopter's weapons quickly. ah good. it was one with a missile launcher as well as regular guns attached. He would need them. The machine rose into the air as he maximized the propeller power. Determination kept him from getting air sick immediately. Scarlet was fleeing Shin-ra with Cloud. He was now fleeing the Turks. So, he would help the two run-aways down there.
The power of the machine rang in his ears, despite the protective ear covers he no wore. They only helped his powerful ears a little bit. The lurching of the helicopter made his stomach churn horribly, but at least his vision had faded due to illness yet. It wasn't long before he saw another Turk helicopter aiming a spotlight on the motorcycle and its two riders. "I don't know who you are, but sorry about this." He said into the contact walkie talkie-like thing. At the moment, he couldn't quite remember what it was called. It had been a while since he actually piloted a helicopter, because he got ill too easily.
The indignant an confused words that came from the other side of the wireless conversation was cut off by an explosion as the Hybrid began firing his guns at it. The tail propeller was blown to bits, and the spotlight vanished as the pilot struggled to control his crashing helicopter. Raze kept his own spotlight off as he squinted into the darkness below. His animal eyes could make out the shadow of the motorcycle below.
Well aware that Cloud and Scarlet might think he was another pursuer; but hopefully.... Since he had just sent the other helicopter down, they would understand was was trying to help. Raze carefully maneuvered the chopper toward the ground, flying not too far above and past the motorcycle below. Doing this one-manned was difficult, and he could barely land the machine a short distance in front of the oncoming vehicle. He could make out the blue glow of Cloud Strife's eyes.
Raze hurriedly unbuckled himself, and scrabbled over the back of his seat on all fours. His was feeling extremely ill now. and trying not to get sick right there. Last thing anyone would need was him leaving a mess in this machine. He clenched the release of the side door and it slid open.
Taking a deep breath, he yelled, "Hey! Scarlet, Strife! Get on board and someone else take the damned controls!" Hopefully, they would be able to hear his voice over the still rotating propellers and the roaring engine of the motorcycle. If not... Well.... He motioned wildly with both hands, nonverbally trying to tell them to get on the helicopter and that he was trying to help, not stop them.
He realized one more problem at that moment. He was straddling the path the motorcycle was taking. If Cloud didn't get the thing to swerve, it would ram straight into the side of the helicopter.
"Damn..." He hissed. Well, it was too late now. He wouldn't be able to get the machine into the air again in time to avoid collision. It was all on Cloud now to avoid the crash; and hopefully the three of them would survive to escape
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