questions.
Do you get jealous, and if so, how do you deal with it?
The only thing that I get jealous over is the idea of normalcy. Sometimes I'll watch a family running around in the lobby of my apartment building or just a regular guy headed off to work on the sidewalk in Midgar, and I'll get jealous. Sometimes I want a normal life; no intrigue, no guns, and no killing.
What would your dream occupation be?
I think I forgot to mention this; I know it's a little strange, considering that for five years I was constantly putting my hands in danger of being broken or hurt, but I played the piano as a kid. It was the one luxury my parents could afford, and it made my mom happy, so I took lessons from age five until I was 18. I was good at it, too, and I liked it a lot. I have an upright in my apartment now, and I still play it sometimes. I've always had an affinity for music, and I think that I would enjoy being a concert pianist.
What is your weapon of choice?
Reno's already gone into this in excrutiating detail, so I won't. We use the same standard issue handgun; the Beretta 92FS Elite. It's not my weapon of choice, though; I prefer my fists. I boxed for years and took up some martial arts training when I joined the Turks, so I can more than hold my own in a fight. As long as a person isn't a master of karate or anything like that, I can beat them. And if not, well, that's what the gun's for.
Money, fame or happiness. If you had your choice, which would it be and why?
I'm in what is possibly a unique position in that I've experienced all three. The money and fame only brought addiction and misery, so I would choose happiness without a doubt.
The only thing that I get jealous over is the idea of normalcy. Sometimes I'll watch a family running around in the lobby of my apartment building or just a regular guy headed off to work on the sidewalk in Midgar, and I'll get jealous. Sometimes I want a normal life; no intrigue, no guns, and no killing.
What would your dream occupation be?
I think I forgot to mention this; I know it's a little strange, considering that for five years I was constantly putting my hands in danger of being broken or hurt, but I played the piano as a kid. It was the one luxury my parents could afford, and it made my mom happy, so I took lessons from age five until I was 18. I was good at it, too, and I liked it a lot. I have an upright in my apartment now, and I still play it sometimes. I've always had an affinity for music, and I think that I would enjoy being a concert pianist.
What is your weapon of choice?
Reno's already gone into this in excrutiating detail, so I won't. We use the same standard issue handgun; the Beretta 92FS Elite. It's not my weapon of choice, though; I prefer my fists. I boxed for years and took up some martial arts training when I joined the Turks, so I can more than hold my own in a fight. As long as a person isn't a master of karate or anything like that, I can beat them. And if not, well, that's what the gun's for.
Money, fame or happiness. If you had your choice, which would it be and why?
I'm in what is possibly a unique position in that I've experienced all three. The money and fame only brought addiction and misery, so I would choose happiness without a doubt.