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~Player Information~
Name: Nashi
Personal Journal: nashidesei
Time zone: MST (Arizona)
Contact: aim @ creepyturk
~Character Information~
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Name: Grimoire Valentine
Age: 48
Canon Point: Directly following his death.
History: [ miniscule wiki page ]
Personality: Grimoire is an extremely charming elitist jerk with a heart of something similar to gold but maybe a molecule off or so on the periodic table. It’s close, okay, ease up. He’s extremely driven in his work, has a moral code that, while hardly rigid, he sticks to on an almost religious level, and is a bit of a womanizer. One-night stands only, he is still madly in love with his late wife, but as she’s dead he does need something to attend to his physical needs.
…That’s how he would explain it, shut up.
Grimoire is inherently flawed, but that heart of something-close-to-gold does come into play often enough for most people to remain unaware of his inherent jackassery until a little further down the road. He’s extremely protective of those he considers family, to the point of being overprotective, and will do whatever is in his power to protect these people, even at their own expense. He’s a widower and a single father, and…knows he didn’t do a very good job of it. He’d really like a second chance, if someone would be so kind.
Skills/Abilities: Grimoire is a genius! Seriously. Headcanonwise, he graduated from the University of Junon (ShinRa-sponsored, but before ShinRa ruled the whole world) when he was seventeen or eighteen, and has a doctorate in Lifestream Sciences as well as Cetra mythology. This is the man who taught Lucrecia, and Hojo for a time, was colleagues with Gast, and so on. Top-tier ShinRa scientist, with an ego to match. Give him something scientific to work out, and he will work and work and study and learn and test until he figures it out. Even if this means missing meals, parties, appointments, and so on. His drive turns to tunnelvision a little too easily when he’s excited, and he’s fairly easily exciteable.
He’s also awful with his kid. Really. He’s got to be one of the crappiest fathers in the history of crappy fathers, and he knows it. He did his best, and it wasn’t enough, and he’ll never be able to make it up. So under the charm and jubilation, Grimoire is always at least a little depressed, and tends to snap at people who push that particular button a little harder than he really has a right to.
You don’t want him to snap at you because he is 6’1” and was strong enough to wrestle down a mako-high Nibel Wolf barehanded at the age of forty-five. There is a reason his kid was epic enough to become a Turk. (On the other hand, he has this THING about DIRT…)
First Person Sample: …Well!
[There’s a beat of silence.]
I suppose this means I’m dead. Again? Not…really a surprise, all things considered. Not something I’ve been eager for by any means, but not a surprise.
[Sigh.]
I had important things I was working on, you know. What is it with this family and dying at the least opportune times…?
Third Person Sample: “October thirteenth,” he said softly, tapping his pen on the writing tablet sitting in front of him. “Nineteen seventy-two. The samples remain unresponsive to all outside stimuli, save for the very specific electric wavelength introduced by Doctor Crescent last week.”
To say that was concerning wasn’t entirely correct: Lucrecia was thrilled, but Grimoire was more than a little troubled by her willingness to apply this particular wavelength. She was intelligent, the young lady Crescent, and clever besides, but there was something so off about her scientific method that it worried her mentor immensely.
He had no complaints against her abilities as a scientist. He just wasn’t entirely certain whether or not to fear for her abilities as a human being.
“As detailed in past notes,” he continued, “this wavelength is a direct match for the voltage level in a human brain under pain stimuli.” Specifically his, but only because he’d volunteered for her to get the reading. She was going to get it from herself, and that was something Grimoire simply couldn’t abide. They had more than enough funding to get a better subject, but there was a certain poetry in seeing whether the tainted Lifestream responded to the feelings and will of those studying it-he was certain that was why Lucrecia had intended to use herself. And so Grimoire had taken her place.
He closed his eyes, raking his free hand through his hair and leaning forward at his desk, closer to the micro cassette recorder sitting to one side of his writing tablet. “Regardless, responses remain limited to a short array of the same reactions; further study is required to understand the purpose behind them. Applying will and intelligence to an energy source has created a bit of an uproar with the lower scientists, but we have full support from Faremis and his team, so I’m not worried about the reputational consequences.”
Tap tap tap. The pen-point left tiny black specks on the yellow paper as he moved.
“President ShinRa requested a full report of our progress this morning, and it was submitted within the hour by Doctor Crescent. Response has been withheld until the next meeting of department heads, but I’m…hopeful. We’re learning so much.”
He twirled the pen in his fingers, a frown pulling at his expression, and went silent for a long moment. Lucrecia would admonish him for wasting tape.
The pen stopped moving and Grimoire practically whispered.
“It’s been over a year.” He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. “No amount of research here can tell me how to apologize to him, how to make him see why I said what I did. More’s the pity.” He swallowed once, thickly. “He’s twenty-two today. I wonder if the Administrative Research Department lets him celebrate birthdays.”
He shook his head and dropped his pen to pick up the recorder, hitting stop and winding the tape back a few seconds. Cued, he hit record again. “This report given by Grimoire Valentine, Chaos Project, unit F-32.”
Name: Nashi
Personal Journal: nashidesei
Time zone: MST (Arizona)
Contact: aim @ creepyturk
~Character Information~
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Name: Grimoire Valentine
Age: 48
Canon Point: Directly following his death.
History: [ miniscule wiki page ]
Personality: Grimoire is an extremely charming elitist jerk with a heart of something similar to gold but maybe a molecule off or so on the periodic table. It’s close, okay, ease up. He’s extremely driven in his work, has a moral code that, while hardly rigid, he sticks to on an almost religious level, and is a bit of a womanizer. One-night stands only, he is still madly in love with his late wife, but as she’s dead he does need something to attend to his physical needs.
…That’s how he would explain it, shut up.
Grimoire is inherently flawed, but that heart of something-close-to-gold does come into play often enough for most people to remain unaware of his inherent jackassery until a little further down the road. He’s extremely protective of those he considers family, to the point of being overprotective, and will do whatever is in his power to protect these people, even at their own expense. He’s a widower and a single father, and…knows he didn’t do a very good job of it. He’d really like a second chance, if someone would be so kind.
Skills/Abilities: Grimoire is a genius! Seriously. Headcanonwise, he graduated from the University of Junon (ShinRa-sponsored, but before ShinRa ruled the whole world) when he was seventeen or eighteen, and has a doctorate in Lifestream Sciences as well as Cetra mythology. This is the man who taught Lucrecia, and Hojo for a time, was colleagues with Gast, and so on. Top-tier ShinRa scientist, with an ego to match. Give him something scientific to work out, and he will work and work and study and learn and test until he figures it out. Even if this means missing meals, parties, appointments, and so on. His drive turns to tunnelvision a little too easily when he’s excited, and he’s fairly easily exciteable.
He’s also awful with his kid. Really. He’s got to be one of the crappiest fathers in the history of crappy fathers, and he knows it. He did his best, and it wasn’t enough, and he’ll never be able to make it up. So under the charm and jubilation, Grimoire is always at least a little depressed, and tends to snap at people who push that particular button a little harder than he really has a right to.
You don’t want him to snap at you because he is 6’1” and was strong enough to wrestle down a mako-high Nibel Wolf barehanded at the age of forty-five. There is a reason his kid was epic enough to become a Turk. (On the other hand, he has this THING about DIRT…)
First Person Sample: …Well!
[There’s a beat of silence.]
I suppose this means I’m dead. Again? Not…really a surprise, all things considered. Not something I’ve been eager for by any means, but not a surprise.
[Sigh.]
I had important things I was working on, you know. What is it with this family and dying at the least opportune times…?
Third Person Sample: “October thirteenth,” he said softly, tapping his pen on the writing tablet sitting in front of him. “Nineteen seventy-two. The samples remain unresponsive to all outside stimuli, save for the very specific electric wavelength introduced by Doctor Crescent last week.”
To say that was concerning wasn’t entirely correct: Lucrecia was thrilled, but Grimoire was more than a little troubled by her willingness to apply this particular wavelength. She was intelligent, the young lady Crescent, and clever besides, but there was something so off about her scientific method that it worried her mentor immensely.
He had no complaints against her abilities as a scientist. He just wasn’t entirely certain whether or not to fear for her abilities as a human being.
“As detailed in past notes,” he continued, “this wavelength is a direct match for the voltage level in a human brain under pain stimuli.” Specifically his, but only because he’d volunteered for her to get the reading. She was going to get it from herself, and that was something Grimoire simply couldn’t abide. They had more than enough funding to get a better subject, but there was a certain poetry in seeing whether the tainted Lifestream responded to the feelings and will of those studying it-he was certain that was why Lucrecia had intended to use herself. And so Grimoire had taken her place.
He closed his eyes, raking his free hand through his hair and leaning forward at his desk, closer to the micro cassette recorder sitting to one side of his writing tablet. “Regardless, responses remain limited to a short array of the same reactions; further study is required to understand the purpose behind them. Applying will and intelligence to an energy source has created a bit of an uproar with the lower scientists, but we have full support from Faremis and his team, so I’m not worried about the reputational consequences.”
Tap tap tap. The pen-point left tiny black specks on the yellow paper as he moved.
“President ShinRa requested a full report of our progress this morning, and it was submitted within the hour by Doctor Crescent. Response has been withheld until the next meeting of department heads, but I’m…hopeful. We’re learning so much.”
He twirled the pen in his fingers, a frown pulling at his expression, and went silent for a long moment. Lucrecia would admonish him for wasting tape.
The pen stopped moving and Grimoire practically whispered.
“It’s been over a year.” He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. “No amount of research here can tell me how to apologize to him, how to make him see why I said what I did. More’s the pity.” He swallowed once, thickly. “He’s twenty-two today. I wonder if the Administrative Research Department lets him celebrate birthdays.”
He shook his head and dropped his pen to pick up the recorder, hitting stop and winding the tape back a few seconds. Cued, he hit record again. “This report given by Grimoire Valentine, Chaos Project, unit F-32.”