http://cynical-nevada.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cynical-nevada.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] the_measurers 2010-05-27 05:29 am (UTC)


Mun:

Your Name: Mitchell
Your Journal: [livejournal.com profile] beansalad
Your Email: beansalad@gmail.com
Your AIM: MitchIsSuperCool

Character:

Character's Name: Reno
Character's Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Character's Home Universe: http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/The_Planet
Physical Appearance: Reno is very tall and lanky. His hair is red, messy and unkept, usually pulled back into a long pony tail. One of his trade marks are two red symetrical tattoos that are on both of his cheekbones. He also wears a pair of of goggles pushed up onto his forehead. As for clothing he usually wears a pair of black slacks, a black jacket and a white button down shirt that is rarely, if ever, tucked in.
Personality: Reno is a bit of a douche, but a loveable douche. He means well usually but occasionally finds people hating him for reasons that are oblivious to him. For his friends, he will do anything. If you get close enough to him, he will usually take a bullet (as long as it's somewhere he won't die).
He's cynical and a bit brash at times. His ethical values in life are high but he can sometimes very stubborn. When it comes to what he believes is right (which usually isn't right) he would, literally, blow up an entire planet. When it comes to regret, it comes few and far between, unless he has hurt those closets to him.
Abilities and Skills: Reno is a fighter. He has the usual training skills, how to break an arm, how to break a nose. He was trained on the streets before his time with Turks. He has no super human abilities, but the man can climb like a spider monkey. He is also a decent pilot and is generally typical gear head, tinkering with whatever he can get is hands on.
Sample: Reno twirled a set of keys he had found casually sitting on a counter in a observation deck as he walked down toward the engineering deck. He passed three exposed steam pipes and there hissing loudly as if they were ready to explode. He shook his head until he reached control room with three malfuctioning electrical panels, "Ahh, what do we have here." he squatted down at one of the panels and titled his head a bit, "Ha. Easy fix." He pulled his tool pack out of his jacket and pulled out a screwdriver. Squating down and with a bit of brute force he cracked open one of the panels

There was a thud, a clack and then a crash, "Ow ow ow! Oh crap!" a large tin full oil had bounced off his haed and cracked onto the floor, "Oh you've got to be kidding me." Oil was now spilling out, which had flipped off the ledge above the pane and now drenched had his shoes in thick black sludge. Reno stood up, picking up the tin and placing it back on the ledge. Most of its contents were now all across the floor. The majority of it now creeping toward the exposed electrical grid.

"No...Crap Cr-" it was too late. The oil had hit the grid and spark began to fly at him, "Wah!" his arms flying in front of his face to avoid getting burned. There was a bit of a noise and then a flash of the lights, "Oh come on, don't do this to me now." It sparked again, to remind Reno that he had done this, not it. Another flash, and the lights were no completely off. Emergency lights flashed on and Reno realized he was no longer on his feat, "W-Woah!" the gravity was now off. He slowly pushed is way out of the control room and shut the door and slowly swam his way to the upper deck.

Perhaps no one would notice...

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