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name; emily
personal lj; kouzuki
messenger; soi fon
e-mail; swallow-tailed[at]hotmail.com
other characters played; Yuffie Kisaragi // kleptomanic; Elfé // eco-terrorista
character; Sion Ashe
age; 23 [...after recalculating.]
alliance; Neutral
history;
Sion was raised in the upper-class, prospering districts above the Plate. His parents were socialites of sorts, with stable (if not high-earning) occupations. Suffice it to say, he had a very luxurious childhood.
Perfect? No, not quite. He didn’t exactly have the gall to run away to the slums (who could deny the comforts of living above the literal poverty line), but it didn’t mean he hadn’t entertained the thought quite a few times.
There were the absurd expectations, and the sister to battle with for attention and praise. Sion didn’t exactly recall when the playing turned into pecking, and eventually ended up forgetting the former entirely. Sometime after that, he didn’t even bother competing with her for their parents' affections, he merely competed with her to win.
She was going to graduate from the most prestigious ShinRa-sponsored university and then enter their elite research team. He couldn’t give a damn about ShinRa (especially since his sister all but worshipped the company and its heroic silver-haired general), yet the next day he declared that he was going to enlist in SOLDIER, and proceeded to bleach his hair white not in emulation, but in mockery.
Sion nearly regretted his decision. Training was brutal, especially for the rich kid who’d never walked past the cab stop in his entire life. He was the last to finish laps, and almost always received the poorest marks on his physical exams. Undoubtedly, his academic performance and skill with materia manipulation were his only assets that kept them from throwing him out at the start. And so the days repeated themselves. He’d wake up, eat, get the shit pummeled out of him, eat, get the shit pummeled out of him again, lather, rinse, and repeat.
It took him twice as long as the others before he was finally crawled up to 2nd class, but one could argue he was twice a better SOLDIER for it. If anything, he had met the kind of people that made him believe that maybe he never had to return to his family, ever again. (It wouldn’t have mattered, anyhow--his family was eventually killed by the Meteor fall.)
Then, Nibelheim happened. The incident had been glossed over by ShinRa, and for the public the collateral was just a handful of numbers on paper, but for Sion it was left-behind photographs and empty bunks. He raised questions, and when he didn’t receive answers, he went looking. He wasn’t the only one.
A few years later the company decided to rid itself of the nuisance in one efficient swoop. Shortly before his promotion, they issued a mission calling for a group of experienced 2nd class SOLDIERs-some figured it was a final test, Sion knew better. But he did as he was told, because one more person meant a higher chance of the squad’s survival (even if that chance was slight).
ShinRa retrieved the bodies later, and sent out a letter of condolence to the Ashe family, letting them know he’d be given a posthumous promotion. After all, he’d heroically died in the line of duty.
personality;
His character is rather difficult to pinpoint (save for those who know him best), as he comes off as a very volatile, very contradictory person. He can be the utterly abrasive and with his callous sarcasm and gallows humor, yet at other times he’s exceptionally pleasant, all sweet cajolery and playful glances. What makes him frustrating above all, is that he can switch between different egos without so much as a twitch in his countenance, making one wonder if he’s simply interested in everything he comes across, or cares for absolutely nothing at all. (Though, he’s somewhat of a pessimist, believing that his family doesn’t really give a shit about him, and at times he’s selfish enough to think that his friends don’t, either.) He’s prone to do as he pleases, without--or despite--thinking of the consequences that others might suffer.
Basically, he’s a smartass/jackass/asshole/ass/BUTTHEAD.
Sion is not antisocial in the least, always having something to say as long as he find the listener worthy of his attention. Whether it is splashy verbiage or colorful vulgarities, he can maintain a straight face no matter how outlandish his tales are. He tends to feign an air of nonchalance, as he finds it easier to spot carelessness in others when exposing his own. Some days, when he’s in a particularly good mood, he lets himself forget that he’s only pretending.
For all his dishonesty and display, Sion is completely and comfortably open around his closest friends. He holds nothing back (…which isn’t always a good thing), though of course, it might take a while to get to the core of him as there are just so many goddamn layers of nonsense to peel back.
And at the very inside of it all is a very straightforward, very simple young man. He is nothing special or elaborate, just another person who seeks acceptance and gives what he gets (occasionally giving even when nothing is received). Sion knows that the people who can see through all his bull and still give him the time of day are the only ones worth keeping around him.
He’s the kind of person that takes life as it is, and is pretty good at letting the little things slide. While he’s no saint and will never profess to be, his fundamental moral compass is steadfast. When he’s interested enough in a particular subject, he will devote intensive amounts of time and energy into the matter.
point in canon; During the last year of Zack and Cloud’s disappearance (Nibelheim experiments).
first person sample;
[His tone is actually rather quiet and dull, as if he’s very bored with this all.]
Ugh… You ShinRa fuckers, that hurt.
One round was more than enough, don’t you people have any decency?
No, of course not.
Hahahaha...... Haha.
Nice try.
Bitch. Sis.
Sorry, I’m not dead yet. Did I get your hopes up? Well, they were pretty close, you know. Wish you could’ve been here to see the sight of it all.
Maybe next time.
Kunsel, I know you’re crying girl tears for me somewhere so just stop that.
...And could you come get me? I can’t seem to stand up properly.
........Fuck.
third person sample;
"For all your training you asshats couldn’t have just nailed me in the vitals and gotten over with it... "
He couldn’t even get a scowl past his lips-it hurt enough to breathe with a punctured lung, not to mention the other wounds that littered his body.
Sion rolled his head to the side to properly survey the aftermath that sprawled out to his left. (He’d been staring at the corpses on his right for long enough, and wanted a change of scenery.) …There wasn’t much of a difference, except that he caught sight of a few glittering bottles that had tumbled out of another fallen SOLDIER’s waist pouch.
The poor sucker. He’d been the best prepared, yet the first to go. (It always seemed to be the case, which is why Sion had replaced the contents of his medical bag with destructive materia.)
Elixirs, huh? It took a good five minutes--damnit why wasn’t he dead yet--for him to get a hold of one, and he held it loosely at his side as he contemplated its contents.
...Screw that, he decided not much later, weakly flicking it to the side. Sure, it would’ve helped him feel a little better, but it would just drag out the dying process. (And he was pretty sure he’d finish bleeding out in a few, anyway.)
He laughed softly, despite himself. Ahh, Kunsel was never going to forgive him. And his sister… Well, he’d lost, hadn’t he? But at least he’d taken out an impressive amount of her ShinRa bitches while he was at it. Bolt 3 always did wonders.
ShinRa… they were the motherfuckers behind everything, now weren’t they. They made Midgar the way it was, which had made their parents the way they were… They were the reason for his existence. But he didn’t have the will to hate it, anymore. The red emblem and faceless buildings... it didn’t matter.
Sion closed his eyes, and listened until he couldn’t hear his heart beat anymore.
personal lj; kouzuki
messenger; soi fon
e-mail; swallow-tailed[at]hotmail.com
other characters played; Yuffie Kisaragi // kleptomanic; Elfé // eco-terrorista
character; Sion Ashe
age; 23 [...after recalculating.]
alliance; Neutral
history;
Sion was raised in the upper-class, prospering districts above the Plate. His parents were socialites of sorts, with stable (if not high-earning) occupations. Suffice it to say, he had a very luxurious childhood.
Perfect? No, not quite. He didn’t exactly have the gall to run away to the slums (who could deny the comforts of living above the literal poverty line), but it didn’t mean he hadn’t entertained the thought quite a few times.
There were the absurd expectations, and the sister to battle with for attention and praise. Sion didn’t exactly recall when the playing turned into pecking, and eventually ended up forgetting the former entirely. Sometime after that, he didn’t even bother competing with her for their parents' affections, he merely competed with her to win.
She was going to graduate from the most prestigious ShinRa-sponsored university and then enter their elite research team. He couldn’t give a damn about ShinRa (especially since his sister all but worshipped the company and its heroic silver-haired general), yet the next day he declared that he was going to enlist in SOLDIER, and proceeded to bleach his hair white not in emulation, but in mockery.
Sion nearly regretted his decision. Training was brutal, especially for the rich kid who’d never walked past the cab stop in his entire life. He was the last to finish laps, and almost always received the poorest marks on his physical exams. Undoubtedly, his academic performance and skill with materia manipulation were his only assets that kept them from throwing him out at the start. And so the days repeated themselves. He’d wake up, eat, get the shit pummeled out of him, eat, get the shit pummeled out of him again, lather, rinse, and repeat.
It took him twice as long as the others before he was finally crawled up to 2nd class, but one could argue he was twice a better SOLDIER for it. If anything, he had met the kind of people that made him believe that maybe he never had to return to his family, ever again. (It wouldn’t have mattered, anyhow--his family was eventually killed by the Meteor fall.)
Then, Nibelheim happened. The incident had been glossed over by ShinRa, and for the public the collateral was just a handful of numbers on paper, but for Sion it was left-behind photographs and empty bunks. He raised questions, and when he didn’t receive answers, he went looking. He wasn’t the only one.
A few years later the company decided to rid itself of the nuisance in one efficient swoop. Shortly before his promotion, they issued a mission calling for a group of experienced 2nd class SOLDIERs-some figured it was a final test, Sion knew better. But he did as he was told, because one more person meant a higher chance of the squad’s survival (even if that chance was slight).
ShinRa retrieved the bodies later, and sent out a letter of condolence to the Ashe family, letting them know he’d be given a posthumous promotion. After all, he’d heroically died in the line of duty.
personality;
His character is rather difficult to pinpoint (save for those who know him best), as he comes off as a very volatile, very contradictory person. He can be the utterly abrasive and with his callous sarcasm and gallows humor, yet at other times he’s exceptionally pleasant, all sweet cajolery and playful glances. What makes him frustrating above all, is that he can switch between different egos without so much as a twitch in his countenance, making one wonder if he’s simply interested in everything he comes across, or cares for absolutely nothing at all. (Though, he’s somewhat of a pessimist, believing that his family doesn’t really give a shit about him, and at times he’s selfish enough to think that his friends don’t, either.) He’s prone to do as he pleases, without--or despite--thinking of the consequences that others might suffer.
Basically, he’s a smartass/jackass/asshole/ass/BUTTHEAD.
Sion is not antisocial in the least, always having something to say as long as he find the listener worthy of his attention. Whether it is splashy verbiage or colorful vulgarities, he can maintain a straight face no matter how outlandish his tales are. He tends to feign an air of nonchalance, as he finds it easier to spot carelessness in others when exposing his own. Some days, when he’s in a particularly good mood, he lets himself forget that he’s only pretending.
For all his dishonesty and display, Sion is completely and comfortably open around his closest friends. He holds nothing back (…which isn’t always a good thing), though of course, it might take a while to get to the core of him as there are just so many goddamn layers of nonsense to peel back.
And at the very inside of it all is a very straightforward, very simple young man. He is nothing special or elaborate, just another person who seeks acceptance and gives what he gets (occasionally giving even when nothing is received). Sion knows that the people who can see through all his bull and still give him the time of day are the only ones worth keeping around him.
He’s the kind of person that takes life as it is, and is pretty good at letting the little things slide. While he’s no saint and will never profess to be, his fundamental moral compass is steadfast. When he’s interested enough in a particular subject, he will devote intensive amounts of time and energy into the matter.
point in canon; During the last year of Zack and Cloud’s disappearance (Nibelheim experiments).
first person sample;
[His tone is actually rather quiet and dull, as if he’s very bored with this all.]
Ugh… You ShinRa fuckers, that hurt.
One round was more than enough, don’t you people have any decency?
No, of course not.
Hahahaha...... Haha.
Nice try.
Bitch. Sis.
Sorry, I’m not dead yet. Did I get your hopes up? Well, they were pretty close, you know. Wish you could’ve been here to see the sight of it all.
Maybe next time.
Kunsel, I know you’re crying girl tears for me somewhere so just stop that.
...And could you come get me? I can’t seem to stand up properly.
........Fuck.
third person sample;
"For all your training you asshats couldn’t have just nailed me in the vitals and gotten over with it... "
He couldn’t even get a scowl past his lips-it hurt enough to breathe with a punctured lung, not to mention the other wounds that littered his body.
Sion rolled his head to the side to properly survey the aftermath that sprawled out to his left. (He’d been staring at the corpses on his right for long enough, and wanted a change of scenery.) …There wasn’t much of a difference, except that he caught sight of a few glittering bottles that had tumbled out of another fallen SOLDIER’s waist pouch.
The poor sucker. He’d been the best prepared, yet the first to go. (It always seemed to be the case, which is why Sion had replaced the contents of his medical bag with destructive materia.)
Elixirs, huh? It took a good five minutes--damnit why wasn’t he dead yet--for him to get a hold of one, and he held it loosely at his side as he contemplated its contents.
...Screw that, he decided not much later, weakly flicking it to the side. Sure, it would’ve helped him feel a little better, but it would just drag out the dying process. (And he was pretty sure he’d finish bleeding out in a few, anyway.)
He laughed softly, despite himself. Ahh, Kunsel was never going to forgive him. And his sister… Well, he’d lost, hadn’t he? But at least he’d taken out an impressive amount of her ShinRa bitches while he was at it. Bolt 3 always did wonders.
ShinRa… they were the motherfuckers behind everything, now weren’t they. They made Midgar the way it was, which had made their parents the way they were… They were the reason for his existence. But he didn’t have the will to hate it, anymore. The red emblem and faceless buildings... it didn’t matter.
Sion closed his eyes, and listened until he couldn’t hear his heart beat anymore.