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Your Name: Seiko
Your Age: 21
Your LJ: gearcheim
E-Mail: seikobox [at] gmail [dot] com
Instant Messenger: hasumi atsuma
Other Characters Played in Absolute Threshold: Zack, Roxas, Dante, Naoto
Character: Rufus Shinra
Series: Final Fantasy VII
Timeline: FFVII Original Canon, Pre-Diamond WEAPON (riigghht before his almost death)
Wiki Us a Bio/History: http://final-heaven.org/rufus/
Elaborate, if necessary: What to say about Rufus. WELL, first of all this isn't post-almost!death experience Rufus, who wants to go hug trees now. This is badass motherfucker I'm-better-than-you Mr. President Rufus.
He's a rather straightforward character... or not, depending on how you want to look at him, I guess. The above link explains it very well. He's a cold, arrogant bastard with a determination that is pretty much tipping the scales at obsession. Rufus gets what he wants because he makes it happen, not because he's spoiled, like some like to believe.
Unlike his father, who ruled the Shinra Company and the people with money, Rufus doesn't believe in wasting the resources and time when you can do the same job with fear. He is efficient in what he does, and he seemingly has little quarrel with how he goes about doing what is necessary (whether it's the fear ruling or... let's say, executing people to supposedly calm people down because they're in hysterics).
Rufus, while all the above things, presents himself quite well. Above all else, he is a businessman, and a professional at what he does (he was Vice President for the longest time). While he may think a lot of things, he is sure to present himself in a calm and cool manner, usually with a dry sarcastic humour, if anything. While he's not very good with people who work under him (he'll talk down to just about anyone), Rufus is capable of being a businessman when necessary and is intelligent enough to know when he should be and shouldn't be. That isn't to say Rufus doesn't get in over his head at times (read: a lot), but that's what the Turks are there for, hohoho.
What are they bringing to Nuadoria? Double-barreled sawed-off shotgun & Dark Nation
Third-Person Sample:
Fairness was a term he'd always considered relative.
It was one he often heard thrown around in the lower ranks of company as he passed by. Yes, the low class useless snots-really, he'd of fired all of them if it wasn't more of a hassle to hire simple more snots that would complain in the same manner-always had something to say when they thought no one was listening. This wasn't fair. That wasn't fair.
It was a term he had maybe once, when younger, clung to bitterly, insisting he was never given it by the old man.
It was a term that didn't really apply to life ever since he'd become President, because all was fair when you were in control.
...But, this really wasn't fucking fair, Rufus sneered mentally, steepling his fingers together in almost unnerve anticipation as he sat at his desk. His teeth were clenched behind an otherwise poker face, listening to the report spiel over the PHS in broken static. (Why, why was there broken static over Shinra communication lines?) This was his Empire; he hadn't survived house arrests, funded terrorists, and ruled as he had all to see it slip away because some insane ghost from the past that shouldn't have even been alive wanted the same thing. As if Sephiroth had not been enough to deal with, now there were the WEAPONs to contend with, as well. Even as he had Sister Ray being transferred to Midgar, confidence in his decision and choice to take them on, he couldn't help but feel his grip slipping.
He was determined, but he wasn't stupid. Fighting to rule the planet against the planet itself was where one had to consider a losing battle. Perhaps even a war lost.
And Rufus Shinra didn't like to lose.
Better yet, President Rufus Shinra didn't lose.
The static on the PHS suddenly fizzled out, bringing Rufus' attention away from his thoughts. As he took in what was being said, he gave a small snort, promptly removing himself from the desk. It figured they would need him down there for something. Grabbing the PHS as he moved on away from it, he briefly wondered if he managed to take over the world if there would be room to replace the incompetence that was rampant in his company.
And, if he died? If he'd be doomed to be stuck in the Lifestream with all of them for eternity. Would that...fair punishment, he mused, exiting his office and stepping out into the hallway.
-Ha, a relative term, indeed.
First-Person Sample:
...And when you cheat death, what does that make you?
Interesting, this isn't exactly what I expected to wake up to.
This isn't Shinra technology, either piece of crap. If any company employees receive this message, I demand a report immediately.
[There is a short pause, as if he's going to turn the communicator off, but thinks better off it, adding quite smoothly.]
-Don't make me come find you. Your pay is in jeopardy if you are here.
Your Age: 21
Your LJ: gearcheim
E-Mail: seikobox [at] gmail [dot] com
Instant Messenger: hasumi atsuma
Other Characters Played in Absolute Threshold: Zack, Roxas, Dante, Naoto
Character: Rufus Shinra
Series: Final Fantasy VII
Timeline: FFVII Original Canon, Pre-Diamond WEAPON (riigghht before his almost death)
Wiki Us a Bio/History: http://final-heaven.org/rufus/
Elaborate, if necessary: What to say about Rufus. WELL, first of all this isn't post-almost!death experience Rufus, who wants to go hug trees now. This is badass motherfucker I'm-better-than-you Mr. President Rufus.
He's a rather straightforward character... or not, depending on how you want to look at him, I guess. The above link explains it very well. He's a cold, arrogant bastard with a determination that is pretty much tipping the scales at obsession. Rufus gets what he wants because he makes it happen, not because he's spoiled, like some like to believe.
Unlike his father, who ruled the Shinra Company and the people with money, Rufus doesn't believe in wasting the resources and time when you can do the same job with fear. He is efficient in what he does, and he seemingly has little quarrel with how he goes about doing what is necessary (whether it's the fear ruling or... let's say, executing people to supposedly calm people down because they're in hysterics).
Rufus, while all the above things, presents himself quite well. Above all else, he is a businessman, and a professional at what he does (he was Vice President for the longest time). While he may think a lot of things, he is sure to present himself in a calm and cool manner, usually with a dry sarcastic humour, if anything. While he's not very good with people who work under him (he'll talk down to just about anyone), Rufus is capable of being a businessman when necessary and is intelligent enough to know when he should be and shouldn't be. That isn't to say Rufus doesn't get in over his head at times (read: a lot), but that's what the Turks are there for, hohoho.
What are they bringing to Nuadoria? Double-barreled sawed-off shotgun & Dark Nation
Third-Person Sample:
Fairness was a term he'd always considered relative.
It was one he often heard thrown around in the lower ranks of company as he passed by. Yes, the low class useless snots-really, he'd of fired all of them if it wasn't more of a hassle to hire simple more snots that would complain in the same manner-always had something to say when they thought no one was listening. This wasn't fair. That wasn't fair.
It was a term he had maybe once, when younger, clung to bitterly, insisting he was never given it by the old man.
It was a term that didn't really apply to life ever since he'd become President, because all was fair when you were in control.
...But, this really wasn't fucking fair, Rufus sneered mentally, steepling his fingers together in almost unnerve anticipation as he sat at his desk. His teeth were clenched behind an otherwise poker face, listening to the report spiel over the PHS in broken static. (Why, why was there broken static over Shinra communication lines?) This was his Empire; he hadn't survived house arrests, funded terrorists, and ruled as he had all to see it slip away because some insane ghost from the past that shouldn't have even been alive wanted the same thing. As if Sephiroth had not been enough to deal with, now there were the WEAPONs to contend with, as well. Even as he had Sister Ray being transferred to Midgar, confidence in his decision and choice to take them on, he couldn't help but feel his grip slipping.
He was determined, but he wasn't stupid. Fighting to rule the planet against the planet itself was where one had to consider a losing battle. Perhaps even a war lost.
And Rufus Shinra didn't like to lose.
Better yet, President Rufus Shinra didn't lose.
The static on the PHS suddenly fizzled out, bringing Rufus' attention away from his thoughts. As he took in what was being said, he gave a small snort, promptly removing himself from the desk. It figured they would need him down there for something. Grabbing the PHS as he moved on away from it, he briefly wondered if he managed to take over the world if there would be room to replace the incompetence that was rampant in his company.
And, if he died? If he'd be doomed to be stuck in the Lifestream with all of them for eternity. Would that...fair punishment, he mused, exiting his office and stepping out into the hallway.
-Ha, a relative term, indeed.
First-Person Sample:
...And when you cheat death, what does that make you?
Interesting, this isn't exactly what I expected to wake up to.
This isn't Shinra technology, either piece of crap. If any company employees receive this message, I demand a report immediately.
[There is a short pause, as if he's going to turn the communicator off, but thinks better off it, adding quite smoothly.]
-Don't make me come find you. Your pay is in jeopardy if you are here.