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Your Name: Li
Your Journal: inkblade
Your Email: pikaboochrysalis[at]aim[dot]com
Your AIM: (see above)
Character:
Character's Name: Rufus Shinra
Character's Fandom: FFVII
Character's Home Universe: Midgar, The Planet.
Method of Arrival on Station: His people discovered the existence of other dimensions during the WRO’s renovation of the old Shinra Space Program, and left Midgar to explore the multiverse of his own accord, eventually making his way to Bohr where he was contacted by a Resistance agent and privately spirited away to the station.
Physical Appearance: Tall & slim, with blond hair & blue eyes, Rufus is nearly always dressed to impress in a three piece, double breasted, white suit. The pieces change from time to time, and occassionally accessorized with black or gray, but the world is still waiting for Rufus to discover another color suit. He is your vanilla. Come get some.
Personality: Cool, calculating, and ambitious--with a streak of understated sarcasm--Rufus often comes off as untouchable and aloof. In reality he is almost every bit as heartless as he seems, with whatever diamond hard, protomateria-like organ keeps his blue blood pumping encased in a nearly impenetrable shell of armor. But we all know what they say about stones and glass houses, and the Shinra empire is no exception.
Regardless of his daddy issues, or perhaps because of them, Rufus strives to excel in everything he does--which includes manipulating others both above and below his rank. He is rarely seen without one or more of his cohort, the Turks, which may contributes to his reputation as a tyrant and a bully--though the word 'coward' is never spoken too loudly. He is and always has been deeply determined to out-do his predecessor...one way or another.
Abilities and Skills: Groomed for succession to the Shin-Ra empire since childhood, Rufus had been living in the Shin-Ra shadow for as long as he could remember, following his father's footsteps like the dutiful son he was. He excells in business, politics, and keeping up appearances; and he has a smile that can charm the pants off of paparazzi and virgins alike.
He also grew up surrounded by and working closely with members of the Department of Administrative Research--an elite group of enforcers better known as the Turks. As such, he is trained in marksmanship and self defense; his weapon of choice being a double barrelled, sawed-off shotgun. In the past, he also possessed the ability to "summon" a panther-like guard-beast called Dark Nation--but since his loyal pet was killed in action he has never had the heart to replace it.
Sample: Rufus stood before the observation window as the shuttle eased its way onto the landing pad with an hydraulic sigh. Watching the dock workers as they scrambled back and forth to prepare for de-boarding, and members of the press craning their necks for that first glimpse of the Who‘s Who.
“Mr. Shinra!” a voice called from somewhere behind him, and he turned to see one of his newly appointed aides hurrying toward him with a palm-top in one hand, a stylus in the other, and an earpiece perched smartly on one ear. Doubtless the boy was scrolling through itineraries and schedules in an attempt to keep his new employer on track. “Mr. Shinra, they’re ready for you on the platform. Your shuttle is waiting.”
“Of course,” he replied, raking that perpetually wayward lock of hair back from his forehead and strolling to the boarding ramp. Emerging into open air, he paused, gazing out over the crowd once more, posing for the cameras out of habit before continuing on his way. Forgetting for a moment that most people would have likely never heard of him. But wasn’t that the entire reason for this venture?
“Mr. Shinra!” someone called, and his contact from Resistance--whatever in Odin’s name that was--materialized beside him and began the obligatory sycophancy. “May I just say once again that we are honored to have your support--” Magic words for: We love your money. “And I was just wondering if you’d care to give a statement on how you plan to contribute--” How much can we milk you for?
Rufus could have easily dazzled him with some bafflegab about what an honor it was to be part of their venture into inter-dimensional relations, and that he would to everything in his power to see its success, but really, they’d been over this before. “The check is in the mail,” he answered, blasé, “I’ll have my people call your people when I‘ve had a change to get settled.”