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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Build:
Clothing:
Personality:
Birthplace:
Job:
Weapon:
Materia:
Other:
Monsterism: (yes or no answer)

Bio:

Limit Break Description:

Name: Alyssia
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Black and comes down to her waist, usually pulled back in a ponytail or braid
Eye Color: Dark bluish-purple
Height: 5'3
Build: Thin and looks a bit on the delicate side, but is a reasonably good fighter in physical fights
Clothing: White dress shirt and dark blue slacks with a dark blue jacket, and black dress shoes (AKA, the Turks uniform)
Personality: Total spaz, yet is suprisingly serious when dealing with confrontations. Has a strange fascination with anything that explodes. Is usually left outside of shops because she has a habit of breaking things inside.
Birthplace: Junon
Job: Turk
Weapon: Machine gun
Materia: Ultima **This has been approved by KK.**
Other: Has a pair of sunglasses that are never worn and usually sit on top of her head.
Also... Alyssia can only use her materia once before falling unconsious, which lasts for about 2-3 days, after which she is incredibly exhausted for another 4-5 days. She is completely helpless after its use and relies on others in her group to make sure she gets out alive. Aly will never use her materia when she is alone.
Monsterism: No (Bad Hojo!)

Bio: Alyssia was born in Junon, the youngest of three and the only girl of her family. As such, she was usually picked on by her older brothers. It annoyed her to no end and she began to develop some underhanded tactics to get an edge over the boys, which earned her quite a bit of respect.

When the war began between ShinRa and Wutai, she watched as her hometown transformed from being just a large port city to a huge military installation. Most of the teenagers of the city, including most of her friends and her two brothers, were leaving to help in the war efforts, either by joining SOLDIER or working for ShinRa in some way, and Alyssia wasn't planning on being left out. Despite protests from everyone, she left the city and, shortly after arriving in Midgar, quickly found herself picked up as a recruit for the Turks.

During one of her missions during the war, Alyssia managed to steal a small shipment of materia from a transport heading to Wutai. As a result of that successful mission, she was rewarded with a materia. But before she could accept it, Aly tripped and fell into the container, sending all of the materia flying, including the one she was to be given. One of the materia landed by her, and she was told to take that one and get out, which she did with no questions asked, though now she wished she had.

While she was out on another mission with a couple other Turks, they were ambushed. Alyssia decided to use her brand-new materia with surprising results. Instead of a simple fire or ice attack like she had been expecting, there was a huge green explosion and Aly was knocked unconsious for nearly a week just from using it.

Despite all her protests since that experience, Alyssia has never been able to persuade her superiors to give her a different, more gentle materia to use. But since it's so powerful, she refuses to just ditch it somewhere, though there have been a couple times where she's considered it. Using her materia is an absolute last-ditch effort if she knows her party members can win the fight or escape with her, but even then she's still very reluctant to do so.

Limit Break Description: Magic Explosives - Alyssia pulls out a homemade bomb and throws it at the enemies, which explodes in a bright, flashy display of fireworks and colored smoke. Her limit break is usually used more as a distraction to get herself and her party members out of harm's way than to do serious damage to the enemy.

Name: He calls himself... Kiwi. Which isn't his real name.

Age: 13

Gender: Male

Hair Color: Black. But it's highlited with greens.

Eye Color: Light Brown. His eyes are cute.

Height: 4'1

Build: He's... Short, but has a healthy kid weight. Isn't bulking fat, isn't anorexic.

Clothing: He wears the general Wutai ninja attire. All black, tied around the knees and elbows, an attachment for a hood and mouthcover. But to 'mingle in with everyone' he's untied his pants so they're baggie and he wears a heavy, lightgrey sweatshirt with SLUMS on the back of it in black. The shirt looks to be a handmedown from some grownup. Which somehow looks adorible on him, but also looks way too big.

Personality: We're talking about a kid here who finally hit the rebellious age of life. He wants to be treated like every other adult, tries to act big, and does things only a kid could do in the process. For his stubborn bloodline, Kiwi sure is innocent as well.

Birthplace: Wutai

Job: Rebellious kid

Weapon: Doesn't have one... Yet.

Materia: Doesn't have any... YET!

Other: Kiwi wants a pet. Like a dog. Something he can protect himself with and unleash on others. He's seen shinra jerks using them and dammit all, if he had one he'd have the upper hand.

Monsterism: Nope

Bio: Kiwi was born in Wutai under some other name in the middle of a war. He had a pretty good life, but was always left out of everything. Everyone he looked up to were training and unleashed in this war against Shinra. Then they all left in waves, leaving him behind. Finally his daddy left and by this time, Kiwi wouldn't stand for it. So, out of a whole bunch of stuff i"m not going ot type out, he travelled as baggage with a merchant group, became a stoleway on a ship, and went chocobo-back to Midgar. It was when he got there that poor Kiwi realized that Midgar was MUCH bigger than his home town. On the by, he left when he was 11. He turned 13 recently.

Now through some scheme even Kiwi isn't fully aware of, he intends to get the baddest weapons, the biggest materia, some pet, and his dad (unaware that the war is already over and his dad is nowhere in sight) to finally beat Shinra once and for all!

Limit Break Description: The Nutcracker. Just hurts you to think about it, right?

Name: Zane

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Hair Length: Shaggy, unkempt neck-length. Hair Color:Brown-Beige

Eye Color: Hazel

Height: 5' 8"

Build: Amazingly light. He sure is good at slipping into small spaces. Not a good heavy weapons fighter.

Clothing: A warmish, waist-length beige overcoat, slightly beat up, patched on the elbows. He wears a pair of dusty jeans, and beneath his half-zipped coat, a warm-weather shirt. His boots are slightly coming apart, the soles peeling slightly, they flap a little when he walks.

Personality: Amiable even at times that are unsuitable, except to ShinRa.. He at least tries to get along with people, even if he ought to be fighting them. Likes to lift shiny things if he thinks he can get away with it.

Birthplace: Bonetown

Job: Treasure Hunter

Weapon: Dagger

Materia: Nope. Don't trust it.

Other: Inexplicably good with machines, despite not being a machinist. If it's not broken, he can usually figure out how to work it,

Monsterism: Nope.

Bio: Born and raised in the chilly north. He's always been fascinated with the forest that he couldn't get through. He was, from his youngest days, sharp-eyed, and discovered items that no one else had noticed. This adeptness earned him a reputation that followed him to his first job, a technician working town's archaeological imaging equipment.

He didn't know how they worked, but he could make it do things no one else could manage. In this way, he located some of the more famous pieces of Ancient technology. He discovered that people would pay lots for them, and started, by the age of 17, to squirrel away some of the items he found, selling them to ShinRa specialists when they came around. He had grown a sizeable savings, and heard of the fame he might gain in Midgar's upper-crust society.

Sadly, this was not to be. Firstly, his colleagues started to notice things vanishing without a trace, and discovered his thieving. A few staged a hoax where they 'discovered an item' and he also 'discovered' it into his room. He sold it to ShinRa, which discovered it was a fake, and he discovered that he was suddenly in ShinRa's prison. His savings were taken and he was deposited after a while into the slums of Midgar, penniless.

Limit Break Description: He hasn't discovered it yet.

*Concept is KK approved! Not to be taken orally.

Name: Ravik
Age: 19, last he checked
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black, with occasional blood-red strands
Eye Color: Blue. They also sparkle due to mako treatment.
Height: 5'10"
Build: Somewhat light, though he's stronger than he looks
Clothing: Torn jeans, tie-on sandals, a plain white t-shirt and a brown leather jacket that's seen better days.
Personality: Reclusive, and very quiet. He prefers to stay far away from other people because of his condition, but he feels the need to protect those he can to make up for those he's killed. He's a loyal friend if you'll let him be, but only as long as he feels you're safe around him. Just don't ask him about his past, and absolutely do NOT get him angry.
Birthplace: Kalm
Job: Scrounger and Hermit. He lives on the monster-infested region between sectors 3 and 4 -- far enough in to keep away from people, but not so far in that his "base" gets destroyed. He collects junk, and has a knack for fixing it, or just for finding expensive goods in with the trash.
Weapon: His katana, as long as he's human.
Materia: None. The magic kind wouldn't be of much use to him anyhow.

Other: He likes fiction books, mostly since it lets him escape from his own life for a while. More importantly, he's heavily reliant on painkillers and barbituates (read: sleeping pills) to keep his condition in check.

Also, he heals faster than a normal human, and his sytem deals with most poisons quickly too (though he's not immune). On his own he heals almost as quickly as he would if he were in the hospital -- this is also due to his condition. As a result of this, and of his past, he distrusts doctors in general, and anyone with a lab coat on will get nothing but silence and glares from him.

Monsterism: Yup. See Limit Break.

Bio: Born and raised in Kalm, he lived a pretty boring life there for most of his childhood. One of his dreams was to join SOLDIER and travel the world, so to make a long story short, he made the journey to Midgar to seek his fortune...

...one which never came. He got into the military, but ended up as a slum guard. He did have some friends in the place, though, in some of the other guards and the occasional shopkeep. One of the guards came in from a mission in Wutai, and had a souvenir -- a single katana blade. It was in bad need of repair, which Ravik was more than willing to give it.

After cleaning it, working the chips out of the edge and sharpening it, his friend sprung a surprise on him and gave it to Ravik as a gift. Ravik has kept it at his side ever since, and has become quite capable with it.

Some time ago (Ravik has no idea how long, it could have been years), something happened to him and his unit in sector 3. He won't talk about what it was, or how he ended up where he is now from there. Still, that incident set off a chain of events that led to his current state.

Limit Break Description: When hurt badly enough, pissed off enough, or even if he just has a nightmare (anytime he doesn't take his pills), he turns into a big, hulking, muzzled thing best described as a werewolf, his entire body covered in black fur with the occasional red streak. He becomes immensely strong, heals faster (even for him), and generally goes berserk.

Mostly he'll just attack like mad with teeth and claws, but very occasionally he'll try to rip something's (or someone's) heart out, and eat it. Generally the beast does this to weaker creatures when he's on a rampage.

Note... he has no control over the werewolf, finds it very hard to get back to human form, and when he does (after a few minutes to an hour), he has a serious headache (and all-over-ache for that matter), and is completely shot for energy. He'll want a painkiller and a soft bed after one of these fits, and he'd love to forget it ever happened.

He will never willingly allow himself to change, unless given one hell of a good motivator.

Name: Vincent Dotreri
Age: 66
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Gray
Eye Color: Gray
Height: 5'5"
Build: Slim
Clothing: Black Suit with a Black on Silver Shirt/tie combo. A pair of black sun glasses that are always at the tip of his noise as if they were reading glasses.
Personality: A smooth talking/laid back elderly man that tries to share his wisdom when ever he can.
Birthplace: Junon
Job: ex-Turk / Bar Owner
Weapon: 9mm Pistol x2
Materia: None
Other:
Monsterism: No

Bio: Dotreri was with Shin-Ra from the start when they were still a mere weapons develiment company when he worked for them as a salesmen. After awhile and Shin-Ra really started to hit it big the Turks were formed and Dotreri was on the starting line-up. He didn't hold a really high rank, though he carried with him a sertent amount of respect.

He was the oldest member of the Turks up til last year when he retired and bought The Dark Suits, the Bar that the Turks frequent in the Sector 01 Slums. Plays mainly Jazz and the Blues in the bar but is willing to play a wide range of music if requested. He even gets up on 'Stage' and plays live music for some of his fans.

Ever since then he has had his hand is almost everything in Sector 01 Slums. Mainly prostitution and running numbers with the occasional 'hit'.

Dispite his age he can still fire a weapon when he needs to; However a fist fight might be out of the question.

Dotreri spent almost his entire life to create the alcoholic beverage he only recently mastered called; Junon Reactor: An alcoholic beverage that if flavorful, almost like a sweet juice, but is strong enough to fire the Junon Cannon, Or claims Dotreri. But because of the sweetness factor the strength of the drink is fairly hidden.

Limit Break Description: Million Shells - Basicly a Rapid Fire with High Accuracy.

Name: She responds best to the name Bug. Just Bug. Don't ask.

In progress. Deal with it.

Age: 29, or so her ID papers say. Those same papers, however, also claim that she's a giant leemer, and... well... yah. To be taken with a grain of salt.

Gender: Female. The chest is the big clue. But... if that dosn't cut it... er, I suppose you could steal her pants and check for yourself... but that's lible to get ya shot.

Hair Color: Flat black, with it cut short in the front, and shaved to non-existance in the back. Keeps her lookng ok from the front, and it's low maintence!

Eye Color: Blue. Not a 'cold calculating blue that seems to pierce through your mind' or 'a light blue to match the color of the sky on a midsummers morning...". It's blue damnit! Just blue. Nothing added.

Height: Right at five feet, eight inches... plus or minus three inches for footware, hats, and any other such things.

Build: Rather on the lean side... despite working in a resteraunt, she's often working on some project or other, and as a result tends to skip eating on a reguler basis.

Clothing: Starting at the top, and working downwards;

At the very top is a heavy cloth bandana. It's fire retardent, made of a stylish black material that stays cool under extreme stress, and has a nifty logo on the front. The logo, in predictable ironic fashon, is that of a fedora hat. A black fedora hat, with a red feather in it. The sort of hat that just screams 'mobster'. But then, the hat IS just a logo.

Below the bandana is, well, her glasses. Mirrorshades, combined with a few little... shall we say, extras. The sides of the frame each have a small boxy component, nobody is really quite sure what they do... but from time to time, one, or both, will flash, hum, or buzz omanusly. Generally just when she needs complete silence... like, when sneaking around, or trying to sleep. Figures.

Next, we get on to the shirt. Yes... the shirt. And what a marvelous shirt it is. It's a black tight-fitting t-shirt. One sleeve has been rather... er, scorched. It's swiss-cheesed with powderburns, spark-burns, and the back looks like it ended up on the wrong side of a grinder. Still, it is a shirt, and it does work as-such.

Under the shirt... no, not like that you pervy bastards... is a belt. Well, more of a small equipment web then a belt... but... it carries a smallish coilgun, several kinds of tape, and most anything else required to make last-minite emergency hairbrained repairs. It isn't a toolkit in the conventional sense of the word... but more of a first aid kit for machines.

Lower still, we get to the pants. The oil-staned roughed up jeans. They're blue, they're tough, and they have between one and three ASSLOADS of pockets stiched on to the outside. The pockets hold... well... everything from a good, solid meal, to the remote you lost behind the couch last week, to a small set of lockpicks... and.... well. you get the idea. If it isn't preticulerly important, and it might just advance the plot a bit (or provide a bit of humor), it's probably in there. As well as a potion or two.

Finely, under the pants... pervy bastards We get to the boots... or, perhaps more apropriately, her lower legs. The two large matte-black boots are, in reality, replacements for her origional feet, lost in a tragic accident along with her arm, The accident, well, it involved a cealing fan instalation gone HORRABLY wrong. Just, leave it at that. The boots contain a number of... shall we say... intresting extras. Mostly they're designed for kicking damage, with mounted directional explosives, and retractable spikes for that extra little boost.

Personality: Ah, Personality. Have you ever met one of those people who keeps a job just to fund an obsession? Or someone who's job IS there obsession? Bug... is a bit of both. She has the mad-scientist habbit of being completely into whatever it is she's doing at the moment, to the exclusion of all else... and she tends to make threats instead of swearing.

Birthplace:

Job:
Weapon:
Materia:
Other:
Monsterism: (yes or no answer)

Bio:

Limit Break Description:

Name: Lathian
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Red, and blue about neck length.
Eye Color: Hazel-green
Height: 6'2"
Build: Athletic. Not overly built, but not scrawny either. Noticeable muscles in certain areas.
Clothing: Long white robe, black shirt long sleeved, and black pants.
Personality: Friendly, but firm. Good at heart, and fair with everyone. Humourous, but very serious when the time calls for. Very good swordsman and fighter.
Birthplace: Midgar.
Job: DeadlyGeckos underground group leader.
Weapon: A runic blade with mysterious celtic engravings near the hilt of the blade going to about mid blade.
Materia: None
Other: Bronze skin complexion.
Monsterism: (yes or no answer): No

Bio: Lathian was born in Midgar under poverish conditions. Shortly after his birth he was abandoned by his mother and father, and left for anyone to take custoday of him. He does not recall having anyone as his guardian, he just remembers fending on his own. He got a job working at a bar for a while and cleaned himself up, but now he is jobless and is the leader of a rebel group called the DeadlyGeckos. No one has joined yet, but he hopes that he will have a following to help him with the troubles of Midgar.

Limit Break Description: A quadruple slash almost making a star symbol. Strikes going up then down then side to side.

Edit: It has come to my attention that the profile worried some people so here's my disclaimer. Keep out of reach of....wait wrong disclaimer....That's about the legos. This profile in no means is implying I want to make this a numbers system rp. I just wanted to add as much detail as possible.

Name: Faust
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'9''
Build: lighter build than the average SOLDIER
Clothing: SOLDIER 3rd class uniform
Personality: Can be serious when need be, but is usually very casual
Birthplace: Wutai
Job: Fugitive

Weapon: Standard issue SOLDIER 3rd class Hardedge (Materia slots: O=O O O)
Armor: Iron Bangle (Materia slots: O)
Materia: Lightning (equipped in the junctioned slot in the Hardedge)

Other: Is a bit of a clutz, but at the same time is unusually evasive. Anyone who knows enough about SOLDIER, and anyone who pays enough attention will notice that his eyes don't have that signature Mako glow.
Monsterism: (yes or no answer): NO (he got away before Hojo managed to notice his Mako-less eyes)

Bio: The war ended, but Wutai's attitude towards ShinRa didn't change at all. He managed to get into Midgar's upper city after getting the jump on a 3rd class SOLDIER. That SOLDIER's name was Claude. Of course the SOLDIER was drunk off his ass, and he couldn't fight off all 4 of Faust. :P Faust stole his uniform and sword and sold the materia for what it was worth to make it to Midgar.
So he snuck in and would have gotten away with it...cept he found something very cool. In the office of 'his' commanding officer, he found a strange piece of magic materia labeled 'unknown'. He equipped it and found it odd how he didn't suddenly know another spell. Little did he know it was the Contain materia and it had 0AP in it. No Freeze. No Flare. Nothing. He decided to pilfer the other materia in the room and put it all (and the Contain materia) in a bag. The commanding officer turned in the room just as Faust was leaving, and ended up with the Hardedge in the face. (In DnD terms, he caught the C.O. flat footed and the attack of opportunity rolled triple 20. aka Sneak Attack-Death).
He then decided to run the F%*& outta there. Especially since someone saw him. He ran. And ran. And ran. Bullet fire managed to rip a hole in the bag causing the materia to start spilling out (Contain, Master Fire, Enemy Skill (blank), Transform (Does Reeve stumble on this eventually? (honesly why did CaitSith have a partly leveled materia? :P)), and let's say Chocobo Lure all fell out. A Mastered Enemy Lure was also in there and it fell out last :lol: ). After the Enemy Lure fell out (leaving an empty bag), he managed to lose the MP's following him. He made it to the train and forgot his cover was blown....after he boarded. The alarm went off, but luckily he was hiding in the cargo car and thought to hide on the roof after the alarm went off.
I'll pick up the character when the train pulls into Sector 1 and the Contain materia probably in a truck on its way to a ship on its way to Mideel.

Limit Break Description: Unknown yet.

This bio is a work in progress :(

Name: Candith (Candy) Reynolds
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Red (Rufus red, not Reno red), longish
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5 foot 11
Build: Thin, but not weak. Agile
Clothing: White button up shirt, unbuttoned at the collar and untucked, jeans. Personality:
Birthplace: Midgar
Job: Junker
Weapon: Beatum Stick
Materia: Fire
Other:
Monsterism: No

Bio:

Limit Break Description:

Name: Mic - Probably short for Michael, but only his mom calls him that. Last names are overrated.

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Hair Color: Brown. That's right. It isn't BLACK. it has no STREAKS. it is brown. Mic cuts his hair himself every two weeks by shaving it all off. So depending on where we are at in the cutting and growing cycle...

Eye Color: Brown. Believe it.

Height: 5' 11"

Build: 185lbs, not much wasted weight. There is slight definition in his muscles, but he is not bulky. This is the sort of physique developed from working outdoors doing chores your whole young life, then moving on to a job that keeps you doing physical stuff.

Clothing: Turk attire in full. Black suit (or at least so dark blue that it looks black), white shit, black tie. Mic has an exception to the rules of uniform and wears black riding boots with silver spurs. This is mainly due to his current assignment. When he rides, he also wears black riding gloves.

Personality: Type AB for sure. A sagittarius. Tends to be very direct with what he thinks, says things without thinking, and laugh when people trip over stuff. Also laughs when he trips over stuff himself, which happened on an infrequent basis. Loves adventure and a challenge, but will occasionally stop just short of accomplishing a goal when a fit of laziness washes over him.

Birthplace: The chocobo ranch. That's right. There is only one. It's just outside of town, near the swamps that the zolom swims around in.

Job: Turk - on his first assignment as a ShinRa presence at the chocobo fighting pits

Weapon: Tonfa. Night Stick. Same thing. Two of 'em. They are made of fiber reinforced plastic. His is also proficient with a pitch fork. Why a pitch fork? See his bio.

Materia: Chocobo Lure

Other: Mic is constantly being stalked by a juvenile chocobo. This critter is too old to be cute anymore, but too young to be really dangerous and filled out like an adult chocobo. Picture an emu. Now shrink it to 1/3 the size. Cover it in some trash and make it a tad mangy like a stray dog. Leave it black with mean eyes and name it Spud. Perfect. Spud will occasionally join Mic in battle... not to help him, but to peck at his back when he is trying to fight a monster. Spud will then run away and leave Mic muttering curses. Why does Spud stalk Mic? Look at Mic's materia!

Monsterism: no, though he can make plenty of chocobo calls

Bio: Mic grew up on the chocobo ranch. You know the one. It was the family business... still is in the time of FF7, too. You can see that Mic's days are numbered right from the get go, yes? Back to the past, though. Mic grew tired of working on the ranch and finally convinced his uncle Owen to hire on an extra worker so he could head off to join the rebellion with Vicks and Wedge. Wait... wrong story, same plot, though. Mic left the farm to join up with the ShinRa soldiers in their fight against Wutai. His chocobo skills landed him a spot in the much under used chocobo dragoons. His unit's big moment came when they were used as a distracting attack against Wutai itself to lure out the home guard while the mechanized forces of ShinRa flanked the Wutai palace and claimed victory over the day. Mic's unit suffered moderate losses that day. What really helped Mic was that his officer was wounded in the fight and Mic patched him up. The officer turned out to be the son of some ShinRa higher up who in turn passed word to someone else... long story short, Mic was recruited for the Turks. Due to his experience with Chocobos, he is assigned to all things related to the chocobo fighting pit. This requires very little of Mic's actual time and he therefore spends most of his days wandering the areas between sectors and drinking in bars. He likes his job, but is starting to think that he should return to the family business someday.

Limit Break Description: Chocobo Chicanery - this is more than just a stampede of chocobos. This is a wave of chocobos that roll over an enemy and begin to dance a jig on their face. With their talons and beaks. Mic initiates it with a loud chocobo call that basically means "the zolom is trying to eat my baby." After they are done, they scatter in all directions and leave a snowfall of feathers and a fair amount of... droppings. Also, all things related to "greens" within the area will have been eaten.

Name: Boriss

Age: 52

Gender: Male

Hair Color: white and boyant... Not spikey or literally floating above his head, but there's a flavorful poof to it that makes it look geometrically menacing, but well-contained.

Eye Color: Red

Height: 6'7

Build: Very lean, almost gumby-like.

Clothing: Grey shirt and trousers. A bar code across his back and number on the left breast pocket of the front. The number is 3546.

Personality: Very unstable in personality. One moment he's nice to you, the next he's trying to rip your head off. The guy is in a sevier lack of metal competance.

Birthplace: Midgar

Job: Ex ShinRa employee. Hojo lab escapist.

Weapon: chain with a crude looking spike at the end of it.

Materia: Lightning. lvl 1

Other: He has a grin the likes of which are uncomparible. When he grins, his upper head could just as easily fall off. It's like his lips are made of rubber. It also looks like he has more teeth than are typically normal.

When not using the spike chain, he has it wrapped around his arms. Like he just broke out of jail and took part of it as a suvaneer. Ironically, the chain is tied to his arm by a cuff, of which he keeps the materia attached.

Monsterism: Yup. Becomes a hideously ugly werewolf like creature with the front body of a human skeleton and back of a wolf/very large dog. Everything is attached together by rotting flesh and the tongue, which is snake like in nature, is very long when free of the lower jaw. Standing upright in this form, he could easily be 8'.

Bio: Boriss was born in Midgar, spent a very long time working hard to be a Shinra Employee, and when he finally got there worked a low-end job. To go up in life, he moved from doorman work to fixing equipment in the gym on the upper floor of the main ShinRa building. Seeing his years go by him, he opted to work behind the desk, but still went nowhere fast. Finally he signed up for a new program that the local scientist was hiring members for. This is when stuff started going bad. First he was innocently given shots. Then when he started blacking out, was put in chains. From there he demanded to know what was going on, but was only ignored. After a series of rough electrical and ice treatments, he screamed until his voice was gone for a few weeks. And after that he lost his sanity. Upon a training mission for new Soldier recruits, he was let free on them in a monsterous form that even he could not percieve as himself. Upon killing the trainees, he unknowingly shifted to a more human form, grabbed the nearest materia, and escaped. Upon hiding in a bathroom vent, he massacred a room of other 'new employees' near the lab and took one of their clothes. From there he used the ventilation shaft to get to the power room, took out the power with a claw, and used the diversion to climb down the escape ladder. Now he's loose in the midgar slums. Goodie.

Limit Break Description:

Figured I'm bored so I might try to Revive this.

Name: Feroz

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Hazel

Height: 5'7''

Build: modestly toned

Clothing: Shinra Military Captain. This is hard to describe. So those that have playd the game. If you remember the shinra soldiers that wore the red skirted uniform. In combat they had two hand beams as weapons. ( http://www.ffonline.com/1_ff7en/specialcombatant.jpg )

Personality: Cowardice. He is generally one to sneak around and avoid fights and things by all means. He will not stand up and help anyone unless he really has to. Though for being an officer he isn't very good at combat, he mostly plays a supportive role with his men, attacking occasionally.

Birthplace: Junon

Job: He's a captain in the Shinra Military

Weapon: The things on his arms work as weapons. They shoot lasers and of course he can always punch and kick.

Materia: Bio 1

Other:

Monsterism: No

Bio: Growing up in Junon, always around the military folk he found his desires to be a soldier for ShinRA to be absolutely impossible to ignore. Of course he never made the select cut, so he blackmailed his way into an officers position via some very unorthodox methods. His father was relatively rich and at least well respected in a sense. This also helped him acquire his position.

Limit Break Description: His limit break is a rather confusion trick he uses to get in a powerful cheap shot with his weapon. He'll throw a flash grenade then walk up behind his opponent and deliver a few shots from his laser at point blank.