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Name: Star
Journal: Starshiranui
Contact: lockingupthesun (AIM), StarShiranui (Plurk)


Character Name: Reno
Series: Final Fantasy VII
Gender: Male
Age & Canon Point: Unknown, appears in mid-twenties. Pre-final fight.
Requested Sponsor: N/A
Entry position (Cadet, SeeD, Instructor, other): Instructor of EXPLOSIVES(I’ll come up with something accurate), and Covert Ops (M/W/F)
History: Here!
Garden History: Long story short, Reno only did what was required and courses that dealt with things he already knew how to do. Basically being a lazy-ass enough to somehow get by, though he always did have an affinity to battles and explosives. Thus doing several jobs (both Garden-related and more… illegal things) involving his battle experience and explosives knowledge. For some reason he thinks it’s now safer to be under the care of Garden again and cultivate young minds about how explosives and covert ops are SUPPOSED to work.

Abilities & Physical Abnormalities: He’s pretty much normal other than two triangle red mark under his eyes (canon says nothing, assuming tattoos).
Personality: In all honesty, Reno is one of the oddest types of character, mainly that he was a part of an elite group for the main Big Bad company in the series. Yet he always seems very slacking, aloof, and unkempt about his uniform. Though despite this he shows flashes of competency and amazing leading ability when the time is necessary for him to do so. But if he can get out of doing something or getting into a fight, he’ll take that chance, even if it gets him in trouble by some way or form.

Despite this laid-back attitude and sarcasm he tends to employ, he does have a very sadistic side that comes to light every-so-often. Such as he had no qualms, initially, of dropping the Midgar plate on the slums below. However, later in the series he does show some remorse, but not as much as one would think after murdering that many people.

He’s efficient to his tasks, taking things lightly to keep his group off-edge, but also a hardworker when needed. This is shown several times in the series when he tells Elena to calm down and stop being such a rookie about things, but later on he drags her away from a fight with the main characters when they were told specifically to stop them.

Reno also has a very affinitive nature towards his weapon of choice (a mag-rod, basically a baton that extends and conducts electricity) as well as explosives. It’s more shown in Advent Children, but Reno is absolutely enthralled and one of the best when it comes to using and making explosive devices. Out of all the Turks he’s the best, his close equal being his quiet partner, Rude.
What are your plans for the character in-game? Getting him out there by himself instead of with a group and to get rid of the stigma of him always being a villain. And fun with explosives, of course.

Anything else? Herp.



i) IC Questionnaire
What do you prefer to be known as? Just Reno. Last names don’t matter and neither do codenames here, right?
How old are you? Fuck if I remember. Somethin’ like twenty-five?

Do you have any history in combat? Considering I was part of a group that did covert operations and took care of people that were threats to the president, yeah, I’d say I do.
If so, have you ever killed? Several times. Combat, assassination, murder, whatever was necessary in the business.

i) How do you feel when you get involved in some project that calls for immediate and rapid activity? Depends on how immediate and what it is. I can do it quick and fast if I have to, but I’d rather not be rushed, y’know?

ii) Do you organize and initiate leisure activities? Tseng’s not gonna do anything related to leisure. But, hey, if we got the time and everyone’s riled up, might as well get a drink.

iii) What role do you take when working in a group? Depends. Leader if I have to, follower if need-be. Gotta be flexible.

iv) How talkative are you around other people? As needed. Business is less, working even less than that, but outside in regular every-day life? You better believe my mouth’s shootin’ the shit.

v) What three things would you want to have with you on a desert island? State your reasoning. My mag-rod for huntin’, somethin’ small for purifying the ocean water, and a fucking cell phone to get the fuck off that piss-poor island.

vi) Is it important to be liked by a wide range of people? Nah. There’s always gonna be someone that hates your guts whether you can help it or not.

vii) When the odds are against you, is it worth taking a chance? Hell yes. You never know if it’s gonna work if you don’t try!

viii) Do you consider yourself to be an impulsive person? Depends. Normally, yeah. But in business? Hell no, I plan that shit as much as I can.

ix) Would you agree that planning things ahead takes the fun out of life? In every day life? It sure does, it’s why Bossman has a stick up his ass constantly.

x) Do you like surprises? If it’s a good one.

xi) Do you sometimes wonder if there is something wrong with you? Isn’t there somethin’ wrong with everyone? Come on, what kinda bullshit question is that?

xii) Do you consider yourself to be smarter than your superiors, and disagree with their decisions? Depends on the thing they want me to do. Bossman isn’t always right.

xiii) Lastly, how do you feel about cabbages? Good for chocobos.

ii) A low groan escaped from the red-head’s lips as he tugged himself off of the ground. Hell, he’d been blown a few feet further than he’d thought he had. Good thing for the cure material he’d remembered to pack for once in his life-time, this might actually keep him alive. But damn had that been an explosion, despite his best kept plans, he’d made it far too powerful for once. Sure, it’d blown up the enemy’s base, but it’d also destroyed some scenery and drove him a good few feet from the furthest point of the explosion.

Once he’d used the material he stretched, yawning bit to himself. “Well, fuck. They never told me I couldn’t just level the fucking thing. Hopefully they won’t be too pissed off when I get back,” he laughed, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and using a small lighter to light it.

“Might as well get back while it’s still daylight,” he muttered, taking a long drag from his cancer stick while he could.