OOC- chara app~
Name/Handle:: Jess / LilTigre
Age:: 28
Gender:: Female
Personal Journal:: http://liltigre.livejournal.com
IM Messager Name:: AIM: TigerCubFromHell
RP Experience:: I've been role-playing online for about six years, and on LJ for two- I'm in Paradisa now, and I was a minimod in Ad Interim before the game ended. I played Reeve in both games (still do in Paradisa).
Character
Name:: Reeve Tuesti
Age:: 38
Gender:: Male
Physical Appearance:: Not much has changed about the former executive- his hair's longer, falling to between his shoulder blades with slightly wavy bangs to match, his beard's kept a bit more closely cropped, and he's a bit thinner and lined from stress, but otherwise he looks about the same as he did when he was Shinra's head of Urban Development. Barely noticeable under his shirt cuffs are scars along the outside edges of his wrists, parallel lines matching the width of handcuffs.
Personality:: At first glance, Reeve is the consummate businessman. Professional, formal, confident yet warm and inviting at the same time, he projects a much more comfortable air than the leaders of Shinra ever did. Very hands-on, Reeve is often in the thick of things: visiting the troops when he can either on the field or in the hospitals; getting out and mingling as much as he safely can with the lower and middle-classes; even getting down and dirty with the techs in the garages if needed. (Reeve is, however, rather claustrophobic, and will not stay anywhere where there is not an open and identifiable exit.) This time is more and more limited by the day, what with all the problems that keep cropping up and the organization's descent from grace in the eye of the populace. He deeply cares about the WRO and the people in it, and feels responsible in a way for them- seeing as they're following his lead.
His professional self and his personal self- who he really is- are as different as night and day. A veritable Janus, he is self-effacing to a fault and often nowhere near as sure of himself as he acts. Leadership is something relatively new to him, especially on a scale this large, and he's still learning how to be the leader he thinks the Planet needs. Reeve is just as amiable in person after work as he is during, if not more so- at least, he is with those he's 'close' to. Some members of AVALANCHE, for example, and those working with him in the WRO like Shalua Rui- he is fiercely loyal to and forgiving of those he cares for, and would do damn near anything to keep them happy. Yet at the same time he isn't sure of just how close any of those relationships really are, and he has a hard time believing that maybe- just maybe- those he cares so much for might actually care about what happens to him. The stigma of being a double agent may have been wiped away by his final decision to side with AVALANCHE, but it still haunts him to an extent. He has a broad sense of humor, and often uses that and his lighthearted tone to hide his true emotions, even from himself. Having been solitary for so long in Shinra and even now, he doesn't quite know how to approach a real life. It's lonely at the top- something he's learning the hard way.
History:: Reeve's life has been a roller coaster from the moment Scarlet and Heidegger had him thrown in prison during their meet on the Sister Ray. He was able to help orchestrate the evacuation of Midgar from his prison cell, utilizing his many Cait Sith prototypes and AVALANCHE's help to get the general populace under the plates. He himself was trapped in the Shinra prison until after Meteorfall and Sephiroth's defeat. Cait Sith #2, the one positioned with AVALANCHE, extracted Reeve- dehydrated, half-starved, and delirious- from the ruins about eleven days later.
After a brief recovery period, he found himself in sort of a middle ground- neither a member of Shinra yet not exactly AVALANCHE either, he spent a good month or so working in and around Midgar. Partly he was searching for his mother (who he later found, buried by some unknown person in the garden he'd worked so hard to have constructed for her), but mostly he doing what he could while he tried to figure out what, exactly, his place was in the new world order. Seeing the widespread poverty and illness, the deplorable living conditions and lack of organization, he began organizing the people into constructive jobs. As a civil engineer, Reeve was well-suited for the task of rebuilding a city from the ground up. With the help of some of those who'd worked under him in Urban Development, and the people whose trust he'd managed to gain, he began what would soon become the WRO.
While Reeve could have been considered reasonably wealthy, the money he had could only go so far towards paying his workers and keeping the people fed. To go further- to be able to turn Edge into a real city, to find a cure for Geostigma, to help repair the Planet from the damage the WEAPONs and Meteorfall had caused- he needed more funding. Which led him to Rufus Shinra.
While Reeve could have been considered reasonably wealthy, the money he had could only go so far towards paying his workers and keeping the people fed. To go further- to be able to turn Edge into a real city, to find a cure for Geostigma, to help repair the Planet from the damage the WEAPONs and Meteorfall had caused, to rebuild the lives of the people into something safe and secure- he needed more funding. Which led him to Rufus Shinra.
Unfortunately, that last goal- the one that was most important to Reeve- has become the hardest for the WRO to achieve since the second advent and defeat of Sephiroth. BioFuse has taken over that aspect, and with them doing what the WRO could not, he finds himself almost resentful of their success. The WRO was his shot at trying to put things right again- and with it falling out of favor as another front for Shinra's work, and the new drug problem on the rise, he is caught in a struggle of politics. Without Shinra the organization would crumble; without public support, it would become meaningless, just another company. The politics he so desperately wants to avoid have now become his new reality, and the organization itself has strayed far from his original dream. Reeve himself spends most of his time now on damage control, trying to hold the pieces together before everything falls apart.
Specialized Abilities:: Reeve is not a fighter by any stretch of the imagination; he is extremely skilled with Materia, but the ban imposed on using the magic has put that resource out of his reach. He's a master at computer systems and engineering (if he can create a sentient AI like Cait Sith, he's got to have serious talent), and can hack most computer systems with relative ease. He's very good at organization and planning, especially in emergencies. Reeve can be a bit... creative... when it comes to solutions to problems (like the robotic double he uses at times- one too many assassination attempts). He's only a fair shot with a handgun, and marginally better with a rifle. He and the various Cait Sith units have an almost telepathic connection*, the mechanics of which he keeps under wraps. Outside of his intelligence and willingness to help others, Reeve is a very ordinary person.
Third Person Entry:: Solitude was something he was accustomed to, even more so since the fall of Shinra and the rise of the WRO; quiet, however, was elusive- especially as the drug problems and tabloid rumors increased and public support of the WRO began to crumble. The quiet was welcome at such a late hour- nothing but the sound of steady rain beating on the windowpane and the soft sounds of classical music playing off in the background- but the solitude was, as usual, a mixed blessing. While it was nice to be uninhibited by what he could do in his home (he was limited so heavily outside- assassination attempts, public speeches, mountains of paperwork), it was also sort of... well, lonely.
Which probably went a long way in explaining why he was curled up in his battered old couch with a sketchpad, drawing random sketches. He was currently working on a profile sketch of Chaos- a serious sketch timesharing space with silly little doodles (Cait Sith's Mog stomping cities flat, Scarlet and Heidegger on fire, chocobos line dancing, Cid's 'Bikini Goddess' in the buff). The other pages were just as full; sketches he'd done for Marlene, technical diagrams, quick portraits of the rest of AVALANCHE, as seen through Cait's eyes. Little reminders that, despite the current situation, he did have a life outside of his work.
Or at least, he did at one point. Now, though, the stress and wear was eating at him bit by bit. A copy of the newspaper laid on the other end of the couch (today's top headlines: "Drug Problems, Poverty On the Rise", "WRO Troops Overstepping Authority?", and "Is the WRO Really a Front For Shinra?"); one of his many cats, Bastet, was chewing the edges. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had another person- another human being- in his home for anything other than work-related reasons. Depressing, in a way. "I suppose the saying about being on top is true," he murmured to himself, laying down his pencil and paper.
"Talkin' t' yerself again? Ain't healthy, y'know."
Reeve glanced down at the little feline automaton at his side and raised an eyebrow. Cait Sith was standing there like a miniaturized butler, holding a goblet of brandy up to him. He took it with a hint of a smile. "Oh, I don't know. It'd be much more disturbing if I was trying to hold a conversation with the table lamp." Taking a sip of his drink, he gave Cait a broader grin. "Unless the lamp started talking back. Then I'd be in a world of trouble."
Cait groaned at the joke, peering over at the sketchpad and raising a non-existent eyebrow at the sketches. "... uh-huh," he smirked, giving his creator a knowing look and ducking before he could swat him. "Sure that's all ya got on yer mind?"
"... I'm sure, Cait. But thank you." Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the room for a split second. He lifted the brandy again, dashed down half of it... then lowered the glass thoughtfully. The little robot was standing there, watching him, head tilted to one side- so human despite the robotics and fur. "... have I ever told you the story of the original Cait Sith?"
"... Don' have anythin' like tha' in m' databanks, no." Reeve patted the space beside him; he climbed up, nestling up against his creator and waiting expectantly. "So wha' kinda story is this?"
He laughed and leaned his head back against the sofa. "Once upon a time...."
First-Person Entry:: -t1 sz 3 cable 20', sz 2 10'->Shera (eng. room 3) ; mthrbrd/2sd q14 ->Cait ; solder 10gr. Ag.plt USB2.0?
Doc-10am-reschedule (10:30/bot@10)
Sci Dept. budget review 2PM/Shalua rep.? Hojo's files- ask R? Incomplete rec. on SOLDIER ; exp. over budget-WHY?
Hospital op.- fund from Mil.? ; stats on fatalities/drug use? ID sectors w/ most casualties, troop wthdrwl in Kalm?
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