Post by (Old) Rufus on Aug 13, 2013 16:00:37 GMT -5
Name: Rufus Shinra
Age: 26
Height: 6'3
Weight: 200 lbs.
Alignment: Nuetral
Gender: Male
Class: Gunner
Weapon: Shinra Peacemaker (short barrel shotgun)
Element: Wind
Limit Breaks : Death Attack, lvl2 Devestator, lvl3 Delta Storm
Character History: Born the legitiment son of President Shinra he is the heir apparent to the once oworld power Shinra Electric-Power Company and the propoganda spreading Shinra News. After the collapse of his empire rufus was inflicted with the horrible Geostigma desease but has since overcame this, rumor has it anyways. It is said that no one has ever seen him cry not even as a infant, and that his calm, collective, sinister demeanor allows him to accomplish things most other couldn't. He is young, ambitious, and dangerous althought his intentions are not known it is assumed the Shinra is far from dead as long as Rufus walks among the world. Rufus also has a brother Lazard who has seemingly disappeared into thin air over night. Also its is noted that the new president of Neo Shinra has a enormous liking of research and weapons development and favors new and exciting technologies. Also what of the failed Shinra Space Program? The Turks, SOLDIER and those who impose? I guess only time will answer these questions as Rufus makes his Final Memories debut.
RP Sample:
West City was busy as always. People walked in large crowds as they went about their schedules and lives. The various residents that lived there were natives of the metropolis, having lived there most of their lives. West City was spread on a huge lot boasting thousands of miles of structure. Buildings were tall, and had unusually modified architectural design appearing almost organic in nature. Some of the buildings even had a subtle "twist' to their basic structure. Domes were also visible, coating the technological terrain on very precise locations.
It was a mid afternoon, one September day. The time was roughly 3:30 PM, and the city was bustling as always. The noise level was a constant factor of city life, and that Tuesday was no different. A Tuesday like any other. What should have been a normal day for the plebeians.
But war.
War never changed.
Amongst them, standing on a rooftop was a man that was not an earthling. He was not part of the crowd, part of the hustle and bustle of city life. In fact, quite the opposite, he was observing what he felt in his gut would go down at any time. His heart was restless, and he was impatient, for he was a Namekian. As an Overlord, his Father had ruled The Namekian Empire long ago. But now, his people were without a leader, and Prince Piccolo was stuck in a back water planet on a mission. He had to find the damned monkey, to save the world. Piccolo was a man seeking redemption for his past sins. His Father had trained him to be a conquering warrior, but that soon changed when he arrived on Earth.
The plebeians he'd encountered were a lovable race, and he soon fell for them. Piccolo stood alone on that rooftop, impatiently waiting for the event he knew would occur.
War.
War never changed.
Age: 26
Height: 6'3
Weight: 200 lbs.
Alignment: Nuetral
Gender: Male
Class: Gunner
Weapon: Shinra Peacemaker (short barrel shotgun)
Element: Wind
Limit Breaks : Death Attack, lvl2 Devestator, lvl3 Delta Storm
Character History: Born the legitiment son of President Shinra he is the heir apparent to the once oworld power Shinra Electric-Power Company and the propoganda spreading Shinra News. After the collapse of his empire rufus was inflicted with the horrible Geostigma desease but has since overcame this, rumor has it anyways. It is said that no one has ever seen him cry not even as a infant, and that his calm, collective, sinister demeanor allows him to accomplish things most other couldn't. He is young, ambitious, and dangerous althought his intentions are not known it is assumed the Shinra is far from dead as long as Rufus walks among the world. Rufus also has a brother Lazard who has seemingly disappeared into thin air over night. Also its is noted that the new president of Neo Shinra has a enormous liking of research and weapons development and favors new and exciting technologies. Also what of the failed Shinra Space Program? The Turks, SOLDIER and those who impose? I guess only time will answer these questions as Rufus makes his Final Memories debut.
RP Sample:
West City was busy as always. People walked in large crowds as they went about their schedules and lives. The various residents that lived there were natives of the metropolis, having lived there most of their lives. West City was spread on a huge lot boasting thousands of miles of structure. Buildings were tall, and had unusually modified architectural design appearing almost organic in nature. Some of the buildings even had a subtle "twist' to their basic structure. Domes were also visible, coating the technological terrain on very precise locations.
It was a mid afternoon, one September day. The time was roughly 3:30 PM, and the city was bustling as always. The noise level was a constant factor of city life, and that Tuesday was no different. A Tuesday like any other. What should have been a normal day for the plebeians.
But war.
War never changed.
Amongst them, standing on a rooftop was a man that was not an earthling. He was not part of the crowd, part of the hustle and bustle of city life. In fact, quite the opposite, he was observing what he felt in his gut would go down at any time. His heart was restless, and he was impatient, for he was a Namekian. As an Overlord, his Father had ruled The Namekian Empire long ago. But now, his people were without a leader, and Prince Piccolo was stuck in a back water planet on a mission. He had to find the damned monkey, to save the world. Piccolo was a man seeking redemption for his past sins. His Father had trained him to be a conquering warrior, but that soon changed when he arrived on Earth.
The plebeians he'd encountered were a lovable race, and he soon fell for them. Piccolo stood alone on that rooftop, impatiently waiting for the event he knew would occur.
War.
War never changed.