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~Character Information~
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Name: Reno (Gerasine)
Age:26
Canon Point: Meteorfall
History: LOL WIKI
Personality: Lazy and arrogant, Reno takes his role as a Turk seriously and with a certain degree of pride. He is more than willing to either ignore or bend rules to get what needs to be done finished, even if it violates his own low morals. He often finds it easier to simply turn his head and ignore the evil surrounding him than fight against it, he values his job and comrades more than doing the good or right thing.
That being said, however, Reno will blatantly shirk duties when not working. Choosing instead to go to a bar and do as he wishes, he doesn't get personally involved in his work. This has led to a bit of a difference in his personality, that when he's acting as a Turk and that when he's simply himself. As a Turk he's cold and ruthless, seemingly unaffected by the thievery, kidnapping, occasional torture and murder he's asked to do on a regular basis. He does what he's told and does it well.
Reno is generally outspoken and easygoing, often not knowing when to keep his mouth shut he says what he means and means what he says. He doesn't much care if his opinion on things is different from what's considered right or if it offends someone. He isn't fond of long relationships, his work and partners coming first over whoever he happens to be sharing a bed with.
Reno enjoys good food and good company, the occasional cheap cigarette and has a knack for finding delicious places to eat that aren't expensive. He has also developed a good hangover cure, more out of necessity than anything.
Skills/Abilities: As a Turk, Reno is a skilled fighter; able to take a beating and keep on going. Though not particularity strong in firearms or the use of materia, he makes up for it in speed and an ability to establish a network of information that is rarely wrong. He's fully capable of scaling the sides of buildings with his bare hands, and has a particularly annoying trick up his sleeve called Pyramid.
He's a highly skilled pilot and uses a weapon called an Electro-Mag Rod (EMR) in battle.
First Person Sample: [Reno sounds amused, the low hum of a ceiling fan opening his heard.] Turns out that lead we had...wasn't as honest as you thought Sir. I did some digging, yeah yeah I know it wasn't exactly authorized but somethin' was up. Guy knew a little too much about who's who and what they do. [A pause, a pained groan in the background.] You really gotta learn to read people better. Also, I'm gonna need a new suit...or somethin'. I'll be back in with the real report on Monday, there's a thing in Junon I'm going to look in to. Over and out.
Third Person Sample: It was a bit surreal, going through a city while nobody recognized him as a Turk. It was a dirty city for sure, grungy and far too like the underside of Midgar to be completely alien. Not that he minded, Reno was far too busy taking mental notes as he walked and ate the decidedly tasty sandwich he'd picked up from a cart. More noticing the layout of the city around him than the actual people. People changed, people could cut their hair or lapse in to psychosis. Buildings, landmarks, the placement of convenient alleys and back doors. Those were the things that didn't change too quickly.
"Damnit..." Reno muttered, scowling and cracking open the can of soda he'd been given as part of some promotion or something. So he knew the name of the city and who was important to know the name of so he wouldn't stick out. It still didn't help that he had no idea where the person he was looking for was or how far from the nearest ShinRa office he happened to be. There was nothing worse than knowing nothing, he'd rather have bad information than none. "I swear on Odin's left nut that someone is going to give me compensation for this bullshit." he muttered, eyes hardening at sight of a group of what he could only call hooligans ahead.
In the middle of the ring was a person who looked vaguely familiar. Another scowl as he went through the mission information he knew he’d seen them somewhere before. A slow grin spread across his face before he adjusted the sunglasses atop his head.
It was the best friend of the daughter of the man he was supposed to kill. Perfect, who’d suspect a good samaritan to go and be in it to kill their best friend’s father? For a five second plan he thought it was pretty damn good anyway.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Name: Reno (Gerasine)
Age:26
Canon Point: Meteorfall
History: LOL WIKI
Personality: Lazy and arrogant, Reno takes his role as a Turk seriously and with a certain degree of pride. He is more than willing to either ignore or bend rules to get what needs to be done finished, even if it violates his own low morals. He often finds it easier to simply turn his head and ignore the evil surrounding him than fight against it, he values his job and comrades more than doing the good or right thing.
That being said, however, Reno will blatantly shirk duties when not working. Choosing instead to go to a bar and do as he wishes, he doesn't get personally involved in his work. This has led to a bit of a difference in his personality, that when he's acting as a Turk and that when he's simply himself. As a Turk he's cold and ruthless, seemingly unaffected by the thievery, kidnapping, occasional torture and murder he's asked to do on a regular basis. He does what he's told and does it well.
Reno is generally outspoken and easygoing, often not knowing when to keep his mouth shut he says what he means and means what he says. He doesn't much care if his opinion on things is different from what's considered right or if it offends someone. He isn't fond of long relationships, his work and partners coming first over whoever he happens to be sharing a bed with.
Reno enjoys good food and good company, the occasional cheap cigarette and has a knack for finding delicious places to eat that aren't expensive. He has also developed a good hangover cure, more out of necessity than anything.
Skills/Abilities: As a Turk, Reno is a skilled fighter; able to take a beating and keep on going. Though not particularity strong in firearms or the use of materia, he makes up for it in speed and an ability to establish a network of information that is rarely wrong. He's fully capable of scaling the sides of buildings with his bare hands, and has a particularly annoying trick up his sleeve called Pyramid.
He's a highly skilled pilot and uses a weapon called an Electro-Mag Rod (EMR) in battle.
First Person Sample: [Reno sounds amused, the low hum of a ceiling fan opening his heard.] Turns out that lead we had...wasn't as honest as you thought Sir. I did some digging, yeah yeah I know it wasn't exactly authorized but somethin' was up. Guy knew a little too much about who's who and what they do. [A pause, a pained groan in the background.] You really gotta learn to read people better. Also, I'm gonna need a new suit...or somethin'. I'll be back in with the real report on Monday, there's a thing in Junon I'm going to look in to. Over and out.
Third Person Sample: It was a bit surreal, going through a city while nobody recognized him as a Turk. It was a dirty city for sure, grungy and far too like the underside of Midgar to be completely alien. Not that he minded, Reno was far too busy taking mental notes as he walked and ate the decidedly tasty sandwich he'd picked up from a cart. More noticing the layout of the city around him than the actual people. People changed, people could cut their hair or lapse in to psychosis. Buildings, landmarks, the placement of convenient alleys and back doors. Those were the things that didn't change too quickly.
"Damnit..." Reno muttered, scowling and cracking open the can of soda he'd been given as part of some promotion or something. So he knew the name of the city and who was important to know the name of so he wouldn't stick out. It still didn't help that he had no idea where the person he was looking for was or how far from the nearest ShinRa office he happened to be. There was nothing worse than knowing nothing, he'd rather have bad information than none. "I swear on Odin's left nut that someone is going to give me compensation for this bullshit." he muttered, eyes hardening at sight of a group of what he could only call hooligans ahead.
In the middle of the ring was a person who looked vaguely familiar. Another scowl as he went through the mission information he knew he’d seen them somewhere before. A slow grin spread across his face before he adjusted the sunglasses atop his head.
It was the best friend of the daughter of the man he was supposed to kill. Perfect, who’d suspect a good samaritan to go and be in it to kill their best friend’s father? For a five second plan he thought it was pretty damn good anyway.