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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 2:08 pm
AVALANCHE ApplicationsFor all members who would like to become a member of the original AVALANCHE, you must fill out the following application. Note!This is not the AVALANCHE group that Cloud Strife is leading! To join that side, please go to the Tifa's Seventh Heaven sub-forum.In Appearance, if you have a picture, it MUST be put in URL form. The code is here: [url=http://www.example.com]Example[/url]
The link is merely an example... as it says.
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NAME:
AGE:
GENDER:
BIRTHPLACE:
HEIGHT:
WEIGHT:
EYE COLOR:
HAIR COLOR:
APPEARANCE:
WEAPON:
MATERIA: [See Materia thread for further information.]
LIMIT BREAKS: [Insert your description here of up to Four Limit Breaks.]
HISTORY:
RP EXAMPLE: [Mandatory!]
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 11:44 am
NAME: Damien Rook
AGE: 43
GENDER: Male
BIRTHPLACE: Midgar
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 187 lbs
EYE COLOR: One Green, One Blue.
HAIR COLOR: Brunette
APPEARANCE: He's on the Right Side
WEAPON: Broadsword
HISTORY: (Working on it )
RP EXAMPLE: Coming soon
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 9:38 pm
NAME: Kyota
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
BIRTHPLACE: Midgar
HEIGHT: 5'10
WEIGHT: 180 lbs
EYE COLOR: Red
HAIR COLOR: Dark Blonde
APPEARANCE: Kyota
WEAPON: Air Treck
HISTORY: Born and raised in Midgar, Kyota has been around technology all of his life. When he was born his family lived in the slums, and indeed most of his time there was spent living in the slums. His father, a relatively bright man, was always away tinkering with things leaving Kyota to spend much time with his mother. At first he resented him for it, especially when his father's tinkering caught the eye of the Shin-Ra company. With his father hired by them, the family was moved to the upper plate where he endured taunts from the "plate-dwellers" for having not been born on the plate. He didn't mind overly much, he just regretted not being able to see his friends whenever he wanted.
Until Shin-Ra fired his father. After having seen his parents' eyes light up at their dream, moving up to the plate, being fulfilled only to have it torn away a few months later Kyota found the very thought of the Shin-Ra sending waves of anger through him. Taking his father's inventions, Air Trecks, he headed out to Cosmo Canyon where he'd heard whispers of a group that hated the Shin-Ra. By the time he'd located and joined the (Raven) AVALANCHE group Shin-Ra had disbanded, and now he's found himself turning his resentment for them towards the Turks.
RP EXAMPLE: Quote: Kyota raised an eyebrow when he saw the Windam start to head towards him, only to come to a stop when a GINN opened fire on him. The Windam didn't take any serious damage, though the "V-finn"'s right side did get blown off by one of the GINNs, as it managed to get back behind the cover of a building and fire off a pot shot. The pilot was lucky, too, taking the GINN's right arm off with it. Still, the GINN that was still in Kyota's immediate area seemed determined to keep him from getting off another shot and charged forward with its sword drawn. 'Idiot...' Kyota thought as an amused smile spread across his face. He hit the Union's thrusters and flew backwards, avoiding the initial slash as the right calf of the Union opened up and launched a single missile at the GINN. To the pilot's credit he (or she if that was the case) managed to avoid it by launching over the missile and towards Kyota. "Looking for me?" he muttered to himself as the Union's thrusters activated again and the suit lurched forward with its left hand drawn back.
Dodging to the right as the GINN tried to cut him with its sword again he simply punched the thing in the cockpit as he flew by, activating the beam saber stored in the arm as he did so. The blade slid through the GINN's armor with almost no resistance, most likely killing the pilot in the process, before Kyota deactivated the saber, kicked the GINN away from him, and sprayed it with CIW fire for good measure. He decided the following explosion was quite nice as he landed and took aim at the GINN battling the Windam through a building. He frowned when he realized his own battle had moved him into a position where he couldn't get a very good shot, but fired off a round anyway. It'd miss, but hopefully it'd get the GINN's attention and give the Windam another chance to finish it off.
If I need an actual FF7 RP sample for this let me know and I'll change it =x
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:55 pm
NAME: Setra
AGE: 17
GENDER: Female
BIRTHPLACE: Cosmo Canyon
HEIGHT: 5'5"
WEIGHT: 110lbs
EYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: Purple
APPEARANCE: [x] [x]
WEAPON: Setra carries a black trench knife [x] as well as a wrench, though it's used more as a tool than a weapon, and a metal parasol Setra created herself. The parasol is made completely from metal, though it was enchanted in Cosmo Canyon with Auto-Float, so when she jumps from high places, it prevents damage from when she lands. Auto-Float also keeps the weapon light-weight, causing it to be much easier to carry and easier to swing. When the parasol is closed, it is used as a spear/javalin, and when the parasol is open, it is used as a shield against bullets and throwing objects. The parasol is used for a "quick getaway" from high places and used as a long-range weapon. She also uses the Lightning materia.
HISTORY: Setra was born in Cosmo Canyon to a mother and father she does not remember. Her father "apparently died" in a raid by an unknown "force", though she has convinced herself that it was Shin-Ra who "killed" her father. Her mother disappeared soon after her father's "death", though no one knows whether her father really died and are unsure whether the mother is still alive. Setra was brought up by the villagers of Cosmo Canyon. As she grew older, she became very fascinated by the broken technology that happened to appear near the outskirts of Cosmo Canyon, and would travel through the canyons until she reached Gongaga. She spent many days, on and off, in Gongaga to take apart and re-create items to her liking in the wreckage of the reactor. She eventually took apart and rebuilt her own motorcycle, which she uses to travel between Gongaga and Cosmo Canyon frequently.
Setra cares greatly for the Planet. She disagrees with the things Shin-Ra has done in the past, and although she would rather fix the planet without use of violence, she feels that a sort of revenge is in order for the people that did such awful things to the people and the planet. She is not so much of an "extremist" as the other AVALANCHE members are, but would and will fight for the Planet and fight against the people that try to destroy it. She does not have the confidence to actually attack the Turks, though she feels the actions she's heard of in the past needing of a consequence.
RP EXAMPLE: The sun had only set four or five hours ago in Cosmo Canyon, despite the morning sun rising in Midgar. The time, though it was only nine or ten, was unknown to the young girl as she sat, alone, upon one of the many steps carved into the cliffs of the village. Her face was contemplative, though her hands were busy playing with the purple scarf wrapped around her neck. Though the weather never really called for a scarf in Cosmo Canyon, she never seemed to get hot in it.
Her light boots thumped quietly against the steps as she bounced them up and down, feeling rather restless and unnerved about her decision a few years back at joining AVALANCHE. Surely, it was what she wanted... But they did not tell her anything she wanted to know. She could not tell whether she was being lied to and felt as if her questions were being avoided like a taboo. Green eyes traveled away from her scarf to the great fire many stories below. It was a beautiful fire. She didn't remember it ever going out. She hoped it never would.
Though the canyon would seemingly be quiet, it was always filled with music and voices, whether they laugh or speak with serious tones or just filled with countless stories of gossip. She enjoyed it, feeling as though the silence would overwhelm her and drive her insane. She bit her lower lip, wondering when her fellow AVALANCHERs would return.
She always seemed to be left behind.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 2:30 pm
NAME: Cruze
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
BIRTHPLACE: Midgar
HEIGHT: 5’10’’
WEIGHT: 127 lbs
EYE COLOR: Bright blue
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
APPEARANCE: Very thin for his height, with rather long legs and fingers. He has a charming smile, though he rarely shows it. He carries himself with excellent posture.
CLOTHING: He wears a black leather jacket with a high collar that zips from the side and at the sleeves, if a jacket is at all needed. Black pants and black boots are staples in his wardrobe. Generally, he wears some form of button-up shirt, usually white or black, occasionally rolling the sleeves up. He wears a long silver necklace with a dog tag under the shirt; there is nothing on the tag.
WEAPON: A pair of X-shaped blades, which he holds from the middle.
STATUS: Avalanche 2nd in command
HISTORY: Cruze always had a bit of a strange streak in him. His parents were arrested when he was about seven, on charges of terrorism against Shin-Ra. Allegedly, they had placed bombs inside the headquarters that were deactivated before they could go off. When the poliece came to take them away, Cruze was led off to foster care, and he never saw them again. He doesn’t actually know whether or not they are even alive now. Given, he didn’t stay in the system for long, as he bolted from the home on the second day and then was presumed dead. He became a street urchin, staying alive by doing odd jobs for shop keepers, even in the red light districts sometimes. He was excellent at relaying messages, following the orders he was given, and coming to recognize the manner in which those under his employer could be more efficiently directed. For his ruined childhood, he grew to hate the corporation, though his hatred was not the open kind…No, he let it fester and brew inside him until he could barely stand it at the early age of 17…He thought he was going to go insane, or kill himself, whichever came first. That was when Cruze came upon Avalanche, and all he could do was smirk. It was just the perfect thing; with this group he could take revenge for himself. He joined, and due to his impeccable ability to follow and relay as well as interpret orders with almost deadly precision among the upper ranks, he was promoted to the leader’s second. As of late, he has become more of the liaison between their leader and the rest of the group.
RP EXAMPLE: His footsteps echoed as he walked down the corridor...He passed another AVALANCHE member heading in the other direction as he walked...He didn't bother to notice who it was. Cruze passed through the relatively empty corridors with little notice to what was going on as he made a direct bee-line for the Leader's personal lab...There was very little on the second's mind save for making his report. As he approached the door, it slid open before him, and he walked through into the realm of science beyond.
His eyes scanned the room, looking for some sign of the leader amidst the equipment, finally spotting the man across the room. Carefully Cruze made his way over, bowing at the waist when he was standing off to the other man's side. "Sir, I know better than to bother you her, but my Ravens have just reported in..." He straightened, and extended the folder with the information gathered slightly in front of him, "I think you might want to take a look at this." There wasn't even the remotest tone to his voice that suggested the Leader was required to do so...but there was something to it that hinted it would peak his curiosity.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 10:46 am
NAME: Rikk “Alendro” Emberrica
AGE: 30
GENDER: Female
BIRTHPLACE: Midgar, Wall Market
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 150lbs
EYE COLOR: Hazel
HAIR COLOR: Tawny
APPEARANCE: Bearing a sharp chin and long nose, Rikk has a creamy mocha complexion and is imbued with watery but vibrant, hazel eyes. She boasts a long, straight head of hair, tawny in color, resembling a lion’s mane, yet wispy and elusive to the touch. She wears her hair down most of the time, and is dressed nearly always in what, at first glance, can be mistaken for a typical Turk uniform. However, she sports it very casually, with jacket thrown over shoulder and the tie sometimes used to tie her hair back in a lengthy ponytail. Her shirt is always untucked and partially unbuttoned, and she wears it with a pair of black suspenders. She also boasts a pair of thick-rimmed black glasses and is short-sighted, not being able to see things from a distance with complete accuracy.
WEAPON: A katana 40” in length, with a black hilt, engraved with deep orange markings symbolizing her full name. She also carries a Butterfly knife with her at all times, regardless of whether she has her katana with her or not.
HISTORY: Rikk is prone to making mistakes, and yet always retaliates with such gusto and sheer incensed fury at her own failure that she eventually makes up for it. She happened upon being a Turk after a hard life in the slums of Midgar, surviving for years as one of the many fair ladies on selection at Wall Market, using her body for prostitution and finding odd jobs wherever she could in her spare time.
She worked in countless fields, even seeping into the normally male-only occupations, picking up on countless talents and some unseemly traits. She has little regard for the privacy of others and finds herself verging on naïve when it comes to many of the unspoken social laws of the world. She is generally enigmatic, and focused heavily on accomplishing the tasks set before her.
Rikk’s recruitment into the Turks was an absolute infraction of conduct on the part of the Leader of the Turks. Unbeknownst to Rikk, she was caught in the midst of a mission belonging to two Turks. She had happened to be entertaining a client when his assassins found the two of them caught in the unseemly exchange. Though it should have been the first thing on her mind, Rikk felt no shame, instead the initial surprise and fear of being faced by two Turks soon contorted into rage and fury upon the impact this would have upon her meager career. In the midst of several gunshots she managed to wrench the katana of one of her opponents away and kill its wielder, though in the process suffering heavy wounds from both blade and gun.
Her client was killed and Rikk passed out soon after, only to wake in the Shin-Ra Electric Power Company’s medical ward. Curious and befuddled as to why she was still alive, she was further awed when she found an invitation presented her by the Leader of the Turks himself (well, at least in note form). Her attacker’s account of her natural, if unpolished, talent with the katana had merited a closer investigation into her skills and potential.
Needless to say, the benefits of working for Shin-Ra far outshone her other prospects and she swiftly and eagerly accepted the position. Though her progress was slower than most, her stamina and performance surpassed those of her compatriots once she had caught up.
However, at the age of 26, after working for Shin-Ra for eight years, she betrayed the company and was subsequently executed. Or so it would have seemed. She survived the assault from her own comrades and crossed the ocean to settle in Costa del Sol, where she settled down for a couple of years and adopted a son. However, rumor spread over the continent of things moving, and she traced things back to Cosmo Canyon, where the opportunity to put her years of training to use finally presented itself. After consulting with her son about this and thinking it over for some time, she finally joined up as an AVALANCHEr.
RP EXAMPLE: [It's four pages long in Microsoft Word. '-' I don't think you want it that badly.]
Side Notes:
18 - Injured on job, kills member and joins Turks
26 - Executed, arrives at Costa
28 - Joins AVALANCHE
30 - Present Day
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 5:35 pm
NAME: Lucretia Crescent
AGE: She appears to be in her mid to late twenties, but is technically only a year old, give or take a month.
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5' 6"
WEIGHT: 135
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: (Light) Brown
APPEARANCE: As a clone of the original Lucretia, she appears virtually identical to her. The only immediate difference is that her hair is shorter; it's a little past her shoulders. It also seems a bit lighter for some reason...
WEAPON: None
WEAK POINT: While Lucretia is not a fighter in the slightest, her lower abdomen seems particularly sensitive.
HISTORY:
RP EXAMPLE: She had been dreaming for a very long time. At first, the images were undefinable, nothing more then flashes of light and color. But then they began to take on forms, forms that she could readily identify, even if she had no basis for knowing what they were. Fire burning. A man with silver hair. Sephiroth. A man with black hair. Vincent. A man with glasses. Hojo. They were all important to her, but she didn't know why. At least, not yet. As time passed, her dreams became less dream-like, and more like someone else's waking visions.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 8:56 pm
NAME: Nivette Gendrio
AGE: 20
GENDER: Female
BIRTHPLACE: Midgar but raised in Rocket Town
HEIGHT: 5’6”
WEIGHT: 137lbs
EYE COLOR: Light Purple
HAIR COLOR: Slate-blue
APPEARANCE: Nivette (Right) and Her Brother Taikoe (Left) when they were younger.
Somewhat of a tomboy, Nivette has short slate-blue hair that spikes out from the top of her head to the front of her forehead. Her eyes are a light purple which seems to have a glow, no matter what light she is exposed to. Seeing as how she doesn’t spend too much time out in the sun besides a few hours a day, she only hosts a slight tan. She has various earrings pierced along each side of her ears and a tattoo of a Bandersnatch on her lower back. She wears tight fitting, long, black pants with high-heeled boots going up to her knees. She also sports a double shirt. The undershirt is black that mostly covers the chest area and the top shirt is dark orchid with a few slashes going horizontally across her midsection. On the back of her shirt, after where the neckline fabric is, she has a gap that shows her bare back. The fabric then continues in the middle of her back then stops right on her lower back, revealing her tattoo. She has a white arm wrap covering her left arm and a tiny scar under her left eye from when she was a child.
WEAPON: A Wakizashi she keeps with her at all times, having it placed securely on the back of her belt. Though, she much more prefers fighting by using various kicking moves. She has specially made steel-toed boots with its heel being triangular in shape with a razor edge in order to perform deadly attacks.
PERSONALITY: Nivette is a strong-willed young woman. She has a very low tolerance level for weaklings and tends to have no mercy for those who give up easily. She fights for what she believes in, even if it means killing off hundreds of people just so she could see her goal come to fruition. Though she can be heartless at times, she knows how to have a good time with the few friends that she has. She has a bit of a sarcastic streak to her which has caused her many problems in the past. Quiet, fun, and loyal to boot. She’ll follow any orders as long as they do not come to harm her only love in life: Her brother.
HISTORY: Originally from the slums of Midgar, she was raised in Rocket Town by the time she was nearly a year old by her older brother. When she was but a few months old, her parents decided that they had saved up enough money to move both of their children out of the dangerous slums of Midgar to a much safer place. However, both parents met with a tragic accident which caused Taikoe, Nivette’s brother, to fend for his sister and himself.
After a few months of traveling across seas, running low on money and having a very exhausted baby with him, he had no choice but to rest up in the next town. However fatigue started to take its toll on the fourteen-year-old boy. He only just managed to make it to the outskirts of Rocket Town. Unbeknownst to him, an elderly man heard the cries of the infant girl and brought both children back to his house. After being cared for and having spent a few days in the town, Taikoe realized this was the perfect place for his little sister to grow up. The elder turned out to be a carpenter and offered a job to him so he’d be able to support his sister.
Whilst growing up, Nivette heard many stories about the Shin-Ra from the elders: about how they were abandoned once the Space Launch failed. And in time, she began to have a deep hatred for them. Knowing that she wasn’t originally from Rocket Town, she asked her brother what were the reasons for them being there. When he refused to talk about it with her, she immediately thought that it had something to do with the Shin-Ra. For the next several years, she studied her brother training to hone her skills so that one day, she would be able to use what she witnessed from him to stop the evil conglomerate.
One day, she heard a few tourists talking about another organization solely seeking the destruction of Shin-Ra. Thinking this was just the chance she needed, she sought out the group called AVALANCHE and requested to join. Given her determination and her persistence, she was accepted without too much hassle.
At first, her brother was against her joining some rebel faction. Nevertheless, he came to understand what his sister felt and allowed her to join. By the age of eighteen, she was a full-fledged member of AVALANCHE.
RP EXAMPLE: Long and hard, she stared into that blade. Stainless. As if never used before. As if it was just there for show. The very same one she used to slaughter dozens just so she could be one step closer to her goal. What was her goal again? At that moment, she couldn’t remember. All she could recall were the screams and… crimson.
She shook those thoughts away. Now wasn’t the time to be getting emotional. She had her mission and she was going to see it through to the end. No matter what the cost may be. She knew this was the only way to make everything right again; the only way for her to find out the truth.
I won’t let these emotions stop me.
Slowly, she crept up the cliff. Down below stood her next prey. Silently, she took her position and peered over the edge. There he stood, staring blankly into the distance; unsuspecting the sudden blows to the head and neck that was soon to come.
“Soon… we can all go home.”
With a sudden leap, she had taken her prey. Within the next few seconds, all that could be heard was a slash, a crack, and then… crimson.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 1:17 pm
NAME: Dr. Wilbur Trellon
AGE: 57
GENDER: Male
BIRTHPLACE: Kalm
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 168lbs
EYE COLOR: Gray
HAIR COLOR: Light Brown, Straw
APPEARANCE: [x]
WEAPON: SCIENCE! ;D
MATERIA: None
LIMIT BREAKS: Top Secret
HISTORY: N/A :<
RP EXAMPLE: Abrupt and unpleasant as were the refusals of either Turk specimen, Trellon had indeed calculated that such a possibility did in fact exist. This was, not at all an end to their integrated training course, though perhaps more accurately an end to a means, by and by. Results, however, were demanded, and should such not be given—with fullest resolve and efficiency—to Hojo, his benefactor and leader, there would be no purpose in his placement within the renewed beast of old that was AVALANCHE throughout the years. Perhaps shifted in form, its intentions were still rigidly similar to that of its firstborn entity.
Yet, point was made. Trellon was the supporting tool, a man that had proven himself able to procure results—desired results—on a flatly steady basis of 99% of the time. The occasional failures arose, yet were not withal unpleasant an opportunity. Such failures lead to far more extravagant testing, the surge towards a new means to produce a favorable effect. In the end, in such a manner, a great arsenal of means and tools were built up, and those who drove them ever to expand—the miserable failures eventually disposed of, in one way or another—were but again a means to a most surprisingly favorable an end. With every failure, the problems that next arose were dealt with far more swiftly, results garnished in higher multitudes, and Trellon’s ability to nigh on flawlessly produce what was asked of him only ever increased in potential and repertoire.
This, was why his notes were completed in silence, even though Hojo had clearly instilled a need for his services when two such means to an end were crushed. It was all mere technicality regardless. The running through of a necessary script. Should lesser means not drive Turk specimens A233 and B238, Trellon would present the harsher options and undoubtedly procure results. It was his purpose.
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