Fire's RPCs

Name: Azami Fire
Name Meaning: Thistle Flower
Alias: Fire
Alias Meaning: None
Age: 15Gender: Female
Race: Human/Immortal
Birthday: March 10th
Blood Type: O
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 116lbs
Eye colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair Style: Slightly wavy...very long though she wants it to be longer. She tends to wear it up..sometimes wears bells in her hair...though not often now that she is a ninja
Skin Colour: White
Dominant Hand: right
Alignment: Tainted
Personality: .Very quiet. She’s practices the religion Jashin so she is used to pain and being immortal it doesn’t hurt her anyway. She may seem emo though she isn’t and is a relatively happy person...though she always acts like she is upset or hiding something.
Weapon(s): A couple large sword a dagger and a large scythe.
Powers: Immortality. The special power of Jashin. The ability to make another feel pain while inflecting it to herself.
Other Abilities: basic ninja jutsu
Likes: .pain, being left alone, any friends she may have, Hidan, reading
Dislikes: .loud people, being hated(though it happens a lot), being blamed for things she is innocent for.
Family: none
Pets: none
Sexual Preference: Straight
Carried Items: her weapons and a Jashin necklace
IQ: 112
Regular Clothes: See picture. sometimes a large dark brown cloak
Bio: When she was young she was spoiled and very happy. Her parents were great people. and when she was very young, only 4 years old her parents found out about her immortality.
But when she was 6 her parents were killed and she was devastated, she was young but she was clever and understood fully well that they weren’t coming back and she had no idea what to do. She had seen the man that had killed her parents and one day on her way to the academy she had decided to take a side root and she saw him. Her eyes were wide with fear. Then someone with white hair and a long cloak appeared from almost thin air and killed the man...she had no idea why but she watched. She ran over as the white haired man was walking away, she looked down at the dead man then to the other. Her eyes wide with fear and gratitude. She tried to ask him who he was but he was gone. But she felt ever grateful to this man.
Then a year later she saw him again. He was sneaking around the village but she didn’t care. She followed him and when he finally noticed her he looked as if he was about to kill her. But she just pleaded to know his name, Hidan was his answer. She nodded she noticed the odd necklace around his neck but then he was gone. She spent a lot of her life looking for him. She aspire to be as strong as Hidan. She trained extremely hard and was top of her class. By the time she was 12 she was a Jonin. She had also spent a lot of time researching and found that the necklace was the symbol of Jashin. Which she soon took up as her own religion. It was completely suited to her as well seeing as she was immortal and she loved the power she got with it..

Name: Revelation Fire
Name Meaning: the revealing of something previously hidden or secret
Alias: None
Alias Meaning: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Albino)
Birthday: April 12th
Blood Type: B
Height: 183cms
Weight: 65.5kgs
Eye Colour: Pink
Hair Colour: White
Hair Style: Short and messy, a ribbon a bit darker then his hair is tied into the back of his hair giving him a small ponytail. When left, his hair falls in front of his face.
Skin Colour: very pale
Dominant Hand: Right
Alignment: Varies
Personality: Very independent after having to live on his own for quite a long period of his life. He is very powerful and intelligent. He likes to have things his way, and doesn’t tend to listen to others. Tends to get angered easily and when pissed will take out his anger physically in a non-characteristic outburst. He swears a lot.
Likes: Reading, Fighting, Quiet, Weapons, Learning
Dislikes: Disruptions, cowards, being incorrect, regular people
Family: Hidan (Father-unknown), Azami Fire (Mother-deceased), Teioh (Twin Brother-unknown)
Pets: None
Sexual Preference: Straight though doesn’t think he will ever care for anyone
Carried Items: two pistols, a book
IQ: 130
Regular Clothes: Navy blue pants and shirt. A long ribbon is wrapped around his right arm. An array of buckles and straps cover his shirt from the armpit of his right arm to the top of his high collar shirt. A golden bullet is worn around his neck attached to a chain his mother gave to him. He wears two thick brown belts each with a hollister where he holds two pistols.
Weapons: two pistols, a dagger.
Abilities: immortality
Biography: He was born far from where he now lives and never knew his father because he was too young when his father left. His mother lived peacefully for the most part, with Revelation and Teioh.
She waited for there father to return but one day everything went down hill. Azami sat on the couch waiting for Hidan once again; he should’ve been back any day. I knock came from the door before it was burst down and two heavily armed men walked in. Revelation was too young to have any idea what they were demanding, but he knew hearing his mother scream like that was not good. With both children in her arms she went upstairs and his them, before running back down. Azami had given up her immortality to Hidan earlier in her life so when she went down stairs and gunshots had been heard there was no chance she would be returning. After that the two of them had heard the footsteps running upstairs and angry voices coming from both men, then the smell of fire. This all happened when he was about 16 months old.
The house had burnt to ashes and Revelation and his brother had been very lucky to survive though they were very sick, especially Teioh. Luckily mere hours later other people had come to investigate the burnt house, and they found Revelation and Teioh. They were quickly taken to a new house. After a lot of talking Revelation didn’t understand they rushed Teioh away and Revelation never saw him again.
He spent the next 3 months in this house, but he was not getting any closer to anyone in it, they were all still strangers he wanted his mother and his brother.
After another month he was taken somewhere else he was almost two years old now and was actually much smarter then he seemed, he was very quiet, always staring off into space, making it look as if something was wrong with him though really he was just trying to keep every memory his small brain had. He was taken to an all white place a few times just to be brought back to the same house.
He stayed in this house till he was two and a half; he knew how to say a few words but no one but himself knew that. He had managed to remember all his old memories to this point and now he had no difficulty with it.
On his second birthday he remembered someone bringing him a silver chain that had, had a circular symbol on it. Though the people he was living with must have thought it was too heavy for him so they took off the symbol and just gave him the chain.
After a while he was moved to yet another house. He lived in this place the longest. He lived here till he was 5 and a half.
There was one woman at this house that he will never forget; she was pretty young, maybe 19 years old. She had always come up to him and never underestimated him.
“You look very clever.” She had said when he was 3 and a half. Revelation had nodded as if agreeing with her which took the young lady and others around her by surprise.
“My name is Aria. Can you say that?” She had asked. Revelation nodded and slowly repeated the name. Some people had dropped things in surprise not knowing his could actually speak.
“D-do you have a name?” She asked, it took him a while to come up with the word his mother used around him the most, he knew nobody in the last three houses ever called him anything but ‘that kid’ or ‘him’ or sometimes ‘freak’ his mother had called him something different, “Re…” he tried to think of how to pronounce it, “rev-a-lay-shun” he had replied. People around just looked at him astonished, truthfully this was the only time someone had actually tried talking WITH him not AT him.
She talked to him everyday about a lot of different stuff and by the age of 4 and a half he could have full conversations. She had asked him about his family and he remembered that whole conversation.
“So what was your family like?” She asked
“I had a brother…Teioh” he replied sitting in his corner clutching his legs and looking at the ground like normal, his white hair was long enough to cover his eyes now and he didn’t let anyone close enough to cut it.
“Do you remember him?” She asked curiously.
“A little, he didn’t look like me though; the people in one of the houses I was at took him away though…” he replied not looking up at the pretty blond.
“Oh…What about your parents?” She acted as though she knew more then she was saying and though noted this fact was ignored.
“I remember my mom…she was kinda like you…” He said, “She was nice, she cared for me and Teioh, she was young, but she always seemed to be waiting for something.”
Aria was no longer shocked by how fluently Revelation could speak for his age, “What about your father?” She seemed a lot happier for some reason, maybe something he had said.
He shook his head, “I don’t know him. I think he was like me.” He said
“What do you mean like you?” Aria asked.
He reached up touching an eyelid then sliding his hand over his hair, not saying anything knowing she would understand.
“Oh I see.” She replied.
A week before his fifth birthday, Aria got very sick. He had learned the name of the white room he had been to, the hospital. He visited Aria there everyday. His birthday past and she was still sick, getting worse the doctors had said, he didn’t normally show emotion when he went over there, but when he got back to his house he would cry himself back to sleep, he would wonder what he could do to help. He tried praying to god, but nothing happened, he didn’t know what religion he had inherited.
Four days later on his daily trip he walked into her room to find it empty and a lump formed in his throat a doctor had soon walked into the room and told him that she had passes away that night. He was asked his name and the doctor gave him a small box, “Oh, your Revelation, I should have guessed, well she left you a gift she said it was a late birthday gift.”
Revelation didn’t open it till he got home that night and found that it was the ribbon she had worn every day. He cried as he tied it into his own hair.
A week later he ran away, he didn’t want to be in contact with other people, they always ended up dead. He wandered the streets of this town, it was hard to find food but he managed. He spent 3 years outside in the streets.
When he was 8 another family had taken him in, they fed him, and then tried to send him to school, he went once, just to be laughed at and ridiculed for being Albino.
He didn’t bother going back to that house afterwards; the people there had given him a little money so he just walked away from the school never to return.
He only had enough money for one meal but it lasted him long enough, and he now found it possibly to get money for himself, asking people if he could do simple tasks for money. He managed to stay relatively healthy on his own for another 5 years, finding shelter in abandoned house, factories and occasionally in forests.
He had no idea where he could have traveled in all that time. He had figured out a lot though. As he spent all that time to himself he thought about his past, he knew his mother had to be dead; she must have died the day the house burnt down. There was a good possibility Teioh was dead too. Though he never really knew what happened to him after he was sent to the hospital. His father was probably still out there as well, probably wanting nothing to do with his sons. It infuriated Revelation to think about this.
He was 13 years old now and still on his own, he didn’t go to school but he was probably smarter then a lot of kids his age or older. He decided it was about time to find an actual job.
A year later though he found something out.
He was walking down the street, glaring at everyone he passed when a person ran by holding a gun and something. People were yelling, had this guy stolen whatever he had. Revelation, reacting on impulse, turned and grabbed the mans arm. It took a while to register the pain that shot through his chest as the man pulled the trigger on his gun sending a bullet deep into Revelation.
He fell over, more out of shock then pain, though it was the most painful thing he had ever felt. People rushed over but Revelation just got up, clutching the wound in his chest he walked over to the shocked man and punched him in the face, forcing him into the side of a building.
Still clutching his bleeding wound he just walked away.
The gunshot healed quickly and soon enough he was back to normal though he had started saving up for a weapon and soon enough he could afford a dagger. He bought it and taught himself how to fight. He learned with amazing ease, as if he was born for fighting.
Everyday he pondered why he hadn’t died that day, and decided to test his fate again; he ran his dagger deep into his own chest, easily hitting the heart. He screamed out in pain, but no serious affects. He was fine, was he…immortal? He highly doubted it but thought of it as a possibility. Little did he know that’s exactly what he was
He quickly taught himself how to fight and even started robbing robbers. He would take there weapons for his own and returned any stolen items.
He ended up getting money from some people for these “heroic” acts which he didn’t decline. He bought to hollisters and started wearing them immediately; needing somewhere to keep the two guns he had stolen.
He was getting older now, he was 16 and he didn’t really know what he was doing in life. Then one day while walking down the street a man walked up to him, “Hey kid can you do something for me?” curious, Revelation accepted. He was then told to kill someone, though shocked, when he heard the amount he was going to be paid he couldn’t decline. After a bit of information he tracked the man down, quickly with two shots the man was dead.
“Thanks kid good job.” The man said handing over the money.
“If there is more money involved tell you sick diluted friends I’ll do there dirty work to.” Revelation had said taking his money and leaving.
Over the next few days, nothing happened; he hadn’t really expected anything to. He had been able to afford proper clothing and better weapons now and it really surprised him when late one day another strange man approached him asking for a favor. Had that guy actually told people about him?
Well it was another well paying job and Revelation thought it didn’t matter if he killed people since he seemed to bring death to people anyway.
He seemed to be getting more popular with criminals and he was extremely surprised not to be caught.
He did not have human company, he had no company at all as everyday he wandered the empty streets. He tried to remember what it was like to have a regular conversation with regular human beings. Though the only memories he could come up with made him want to curl up and die.
Before he had known it he had killed 10 people, being paid up wards of $5000 a head.
He made a good living doing this for 2 years and after a while he was even hired by high ranking officials. Kages from all the villages even called on his to kill traitors. That’s pretty much how his adventure began…

Name: Nerotine Maslon
Name Meaning: None
Alias: Nero
Alias Meaning: ???
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Birthday: October 30th
Blood Type: O
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 150lbs
Eye colour: Red
Hair Colour: Black
Hair Style: Long and ragged. It is never actually clean and he doesn't cut it.
Skin Colour: Very pale
Dominant Hand: Right
Alignment: Tainted
Personality: quiet and clever. He is not shy but will sometimes come across that way. He is very smart and a force to be reckoned with.

Weapon(s): 2 pistols
Powers: Oblivion: pretty much the power of nothing. He sucks people into the dark shadows and rips all power from them. After a while of being in Oblivion people have all life ripped out of them. The only thing that is not affected by Oblivion is Chaos.
Other Abilities: Rebirth-He has not yet completely mastered this power but when he does the concept is that he uses oblivion to take the life from one living thing then transfer it into another dead body.Scene Change- Using oblivion he can engulf himself and another person and change the area around them, and then he controls everything that goes on. Though he is not nearly powerful enough to be able to control other people trapped in it. And only he can break it.
Likes: Nothing
Dislikes: Everything
Family: None
Pets: none
Sexual Preference: Straight
Carried Items: 2 pistols
IQ: 130
Regular Clothes: A dark blue one piece suit with bright blue bands going up and down it. The sleeves are like those on a straight jacket. He also has and assortment of belts and buckles aside from his regular belt. Most of the time the sleeves are ripped so he can move his arms. He also where a white piece of cloth over the top of his head the sides of his face the bridge of his nose and his mouth.
Bio: Nerotine seemed very normal when he was a very little boy. When his parents didn't know he had the terrible power that he has grown to hate. But the day everyone including Nero found out about it, changed Nero's life for the worst.
A few weeks after Nero turned 5 he had gotten in trouble with his parents and he had gotten very upset, and this swing in emotion caused his unique power over Oblivion to overpower him. He soon engulfed his parents by accident and when he finally got a bit of control over Oblivion and got it to leave his parents were both dead. The soul had been ripped out of them. He couldn't stand looking at it but he couldn't move, he just look at his parents dead bodies on the mansion floor.
After a few weeks he had moved his parents bodies back into their room where he kept them on the bed, thinking that they would come back. He would not accept the fact that they were dead. He would go in the room every night to see if they had come back. But he was all alone in his big mansion home.
He didn't clean and people soon thought that the mansion had been abandoned. It was the villages haunted mansion and no one ever cam there. Nero had no contact with other people since his parents death and at the age of 10 he finally let it sink in that his parents weren't coming back. And he decided he would find out what this power was and if he could control it.
He spent most of his time from then on in the basement library where he studied everyday reading everything there and figuring out how to control his power.
Three years later he could now use Oblivion on command even though it was hard to stop it. he had become very smart and he had even started on a new project of his. After constant study he found that Oblivion ripped the life out of people. So what would it do to something that didn't have life? He studied this for a while trying to find if it was possibly to give life to something that doesn't have it through Oblivion. After another three years of study he tries it on a couple of mice. One was dead and the other was alive. He engulfed them both in Oblivion He tried to focus it on the alive one before quickly switching to the dead one. When he finally made Oblivion disappear he saw the alive one was dead but the dead one was gone, it had been completely sucked into Oblivion. He couldn't believe it.
He decided soon after that he should start going to school and he soon found a way of forging enough documents to get into the local highschool, he was 15 now. He had never cut his hair and had started wearing the straight jacket and cloth to keep himself calm. He didn't know how others would treat him but he only wanted to go so he could find out more.
During his first few days he was picked on numerous times for his strange appearance and odd way of acting. It took him a lot to keep his powers under control as his emotions flared. And so he could control himself better he started bring a couple of pistols to school. And he did not get in trouble for it, because the teachers were scared of him. They couldn't expel him because he was very important to the school because he was so brilliant.
Now he is 18 and completely ignored at school though he still brings the pistols around with him he knows by now that that is not the reason people ignore him. It is just the fact that he scares everyone around. He has absolutely no friends and doesn't plan to make any. He has changed the basement into his own laboratory with the best in high-tech equipment. He has also booby trapped his entire house. And he still keeps his dead parents in their room though he has changed it slightly they are still on the bed but each is in a chamber that keeps their bodies from decay.

Name: Lark Marlux
Name Meaning: None
Alias: None
Alias Meaning: None
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Elemental
Birthday: June 17th
Blood Type: A-
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 136lbs
Eye colour: Purple
Hair Colour: Dark Blue
Hair Style: Slightly emo, short and messy. His bangs almost always cover one of his eyes.
Skin Colour: Very pale
Dominant Hand: Right
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: A very quiet and relatively shy person. He definitely comes off as a sort of gentleman and he is one. He can be mean at appropriate times but he doesn't like it. He tends to stay away from big crowds and obnoxious people.
Weapon(s): Nothing except Fire. His flute can be considered a weapon.
Powers: He has the ability to conjure and control fire. He knows a little martial arts and has learned to incorporate that into his fire use, though not to the same extent of his brother. He has also learned to use the music he makes with his flute to manipulate fire. When he and his brother use there powers together the result can be incredibly powerful and very dangerous.
Other Abilities: He has terrific brain power and knows a limited amount of Martial Arts.
Likes: Literature, the book LOVELESS, music, learning, quiet, good people.
Dislikes: His brothers attitude towards others, large crowds, obnoxious people, magic abuse.
Family: His brother Roy
Pets: none
Sexual Preference: straight
Carried Items: He carries his small flute(about half the size of a regular one), the book LOVELESS and a med kit in a bag he wears over his head.
IQ: 128
Regular Clothes: He wears a long white sleeve collared shirt, a button up vest with no sleeves. A dark tie and dress pants.
Bio:Lark was born into a small, but wealthy family. He never knew his father, because he had disappeared before Lark and Roy were born. Their mother was very superstitious and very brilliant The house they lived in had its own library, the place Lark spent most of his childhood. He did read a lot of the books there but he never did finish them all.
When he and Roy were 12 years old they decided they would sneak into their mother's personal library, Lark had always wanted to go in there but their mother had always forbidden them to go. When they did get in Lark went straight to the books and started reading some, all of them were interesting. He found one book in particular that was fascinating. It was a book on elemental magic, he doubted it would work but he showed his brother anyway, when they tried it though they both got it to work. When they went upstairs and showed their mom she was petrified, her two perfect children were freaks. She wouldn't let the two of them out of the house for four years. They were home schooled and their mother taught them not to use their powers ever.
Lark was fine with not using the powers but, one day his brother was trying to use his power in sync with the martial arts he knew and it worked beautifully. Roy taught Lark some of the more basic moves but Lark was not the type of person to do martial arts.
A few days later while playing his custom flute he set a bush on fire. He tried it again with the flute and again he started a flame. Since then he had been able to use his flute to conjure and control fire, just as well as he could without it.
Lark and his brother, at the age 17, have a lot more freedom now, they go to school again, even though their mom is still against it since she doesn't know the full extent of their powers, and neither do they. So far they have been able to control their powers and they have not had any accidents.

Name: Roy Marlux
Name Meaning: None
Alias: None
Alias Meaning: None
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Elemental
Birthday: June 17th
Blood Type: A-
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 136lbs
Eye colour: Purple
Hair Colour: Dark Blue
Hair Style: down to center of back, he wears it in a messy ponytail though a lot of it find a way out of the tie and hangs over his face or shoulders.
Skin Colour: pale
Dominant Hand: Right
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: A very outgoing and a slightly self obsessed jerk. He is the kind of person that easily ticks someone off. He is never seen with out a smile on his face that range from smug to victorious to just plain happy.
Weapon(s): Nothing except water/ice. But can also use hand to hand combat
Powers: Uses a special type of "Magic" he alone can use magic to congure and control water and ice. He also is talented in martial arts, which he will sometimes apply to his magic. When he is with his brother their power is explosive and extremely dangerous
Other Abilities: was taught martial arts when he was young and has learned to use his powers in sync with his martial arts techniques.
Likes: Himslef, his brother(sometimes), girls, movies, his powers, water, ice, cold, swimming, parties
Dislikes: Braggarts, books, school, learning, being alone
Family: His brother Lark
Pets: none
Sexual Preference: straight
Carried Items: none
IQ: 98
Regular Clothes:He has his right ear pierced and normally wears a jewel studded ring in it. He wears clothes any average teenage boy would wear.
Bio:When he was young he and his brother snuck into there mothers library and though Roy has never liked reading, his brother forced him to look at one of the books. With it they taught themselves magic. Even though a normal person that tried the stuff in the book would do absolutly nothing, they got it to work. When there mother found out she was in panic, this couldn't happen she wanted her family to be normal but now her boys could use magic. She soon couldn't stand having them around the house and sent them away.(other then that look at Larks bio for more info until I can make him his own)WIP

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Name: Reno Stryker
Race: Human
Age: 22
Alignment: Neutral(can be good or bad though more on the good side himself)
Gender: Male
Hair Colour and Style: brilliant shade of red & more of a mullet style, the hair at the back of his head is very long, going down to at least the middle of his back and is worn in one long ponytail. The rest of his hair is up in spikes except for three small strands that fall in front of his face.
Eye Colour: Green
Ht. & Wt.: 5'5" & 100lbs
Identifying Marks: the red crescent tattoos beside either eye and the sunglasses he wears on his forehead.
General Appearance: Rather small, extremely thin, but strong none the least seeing as he was trained in martial arts. He is almost always wearing his uniform, a white button up shirt with a very large collar that he didn’t bother making look nice. A sports jacket that he left undone, and black dress pants. He also has his EMR(electro magnetic rod) hanging off his belt.
Background: When he was young he was often punished severely by his mother for goofing off. The two of them lived in a small apartment and were very poor. When Reno was 6 years old something happened that scarred him for life and he ran away to live on the street. He had already been a tiny little kid and he got even scrawnier during his life on the streets. When he was 16 he found Shinra, and met the President and his son. He did end up becoming friends with young Rufus Shinra and a couple years later Rufus father, President Shinra, let Reno become a Turk, a high paying job if anything. He met his new boss, Tseng, and his new work partner, Rude. he worked with the Turks for the rest of his life, and doesn’t plan to stop working for them. Now that Rufus is president he was promoted to 2nd in Command of the Turks, a real shock to someone like Tseng seeing as Reno isn’t the brightest...
Pets: none
Special Abilities: none
Weapons: E-Mag, fist/feet, pistol though he prefers the other two choices.
Personality:He is a bit dim to say the least. Not shy in the least, and very obnoxious. He is always one to cause trouble, even if he wasn’t supposed to even be there. He loves himself, and his work..and his E-mag and not much else. He is always optimistic...and often times is drunk. Sometimes though he can come off as lazy and unwilling to do anything what-so-ever. Other things he likes are..Rude and Rufus(his two best friends), a good fight and anything he can make fun of or start a ruckus over. He also has a tendency to say ‘yo’ and the end of all his sentences.

Name: Selena Marco
Name Meaning: ??
Name Pronunciation: Se-lee-na Mar-co
Alias: Selen
Alias Meaning: ???
Pronunciation: Sa-lean
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Human(Wutainese/American)
Birthday: November 23rd
Blood Type: AB
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 125lbs
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Hair Style: Near the back it goes down just past her shoulders, her bangs go just past her eyes and the hair on either sides of her face go down to her chest.
Skin Colour: Pale white
Dominant Hand: both
Alignments: Neutral
Personality: Very to herself, human interaction isn’t her strong suit. She is tough though and not one to be reckoned with, especially because she doesn’t have the best of attitudes, it doesn’t take much to make her snap. Overall she is a generally laid back person who likes to avoid work as much as possible.

Likes:
Dislikes:
Family: none
Pets: none
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Marital Status: Single and doesn’t plan on any future relationships.

Carried Items: Tazer, pistol
IQ: 126
Regular Clothes: A rather expensive black shirt shows her mid-drift and ties up on both sides and the sleeves. She wears dark skin tight denim jeans with a silvery grey belt and a chain on the right side going down to the middle of her thigh. An intricate design on the back right pocket in silver thread depicts a long dragon curled tight around a heart. Her black rimmed sunglasses with orange tinted lenses are almost always glues to her face. When the weather isn’t the best she adds a leather jacket with a dragon on the back to her ensemble
Job: Ex-Turk
Drives: Black Aston Martin DB9 Volante
Lives: Apartment on outskirts of Kalm.

Weapons: She has been using a pistol for the longest time, she knows how to use a sword, but rarely finds using one necessary, and the whole part of carrying around a sword bugs her, it is to obvious.
Abilities: none

Biography: Was born to a very rich family, her father was the president of a company that was a great ally to Shinra. She grew up to worship Shinra just below herself; she was a spoiled little brat. Her mother had died when she was very young and she remembered sitting on her fathers lap as he talked to important people.
One day while she was with her father a man her father had said was ‘an extremely important ally’ came. She met a young Rufus Shinra. She had been 7 and he was 10(assuming Rufus is 25) her father had decided with Shinra that they should have their children hang out. Selena didn’t refuse, she liked Rufus, he seemed nice, and she was right. They played while their fathers worked and quickly became friends.
The two companies became very close over years and Selena got to see Rufus a lot.
One day when she was at the age of 13 she and Rufus had decided to eavesdrop on their parents’ conversation, they had always been curious about what the talked about behind the large oak door that sealed the conference room from the hall. This day though…they weren’t talking about money or Mako…they were discussing the two children. Selena knew her dad would do anything for a chance for money…and her father’s idea this time…was odd if anything.
“Why don’t we marry our children…it would be amazing for our businesses.” He said in a cheery voice.
Selena covered her mouth in shock and looked up at Rufus who was looking down at her. He WAS a dashing young man at the age of 16…but she couldn’t imagine marrying him, especially not at this age. They both still had their ears’ pressed to the door…awaiting an answer from President Shinra.
“What a wonderful idea!” Old man Shinra exclaimed, “Should we tell the children? This really will bring our companies together.”
Selena didn’t break eye contact with Rufus. They just stared at each other in disbelief. They were best friends…and they were being forced into marriage.
“We will tell them when we make more arrangements…” Selena’s father replied.
Rufus was visibly shaking in rage and he ripped the door open, Selena who was still leaning on the door fell into the room, Rufus stormed past her.
“HOW CAN YOU ARRANGE SOMETHING LIKE THIS AND THEN PLAN ON KEEPING IT FROM US!?” he yelled at the two older men. Selena had never seen the dirty blonde this angry…she had never seen him angry.
Shinra stood up and approached his son, looking as though he was going to strike him, but Rufus stood tall. The Shinra’s said nothing…they just glared at one another. Now just one of them had to break. Selena knew Rufus was stubborn…and she was so sure he would be the one to hold out…she was shocked as Rufus sighed and slouched and Shinra just smiled triumphantly.
“Looks like there will be a wedding.” The old man said.
Rufus looked down at Selena with apologetic blue eyes.
They didn’t hang out as much after that. But a year later they met up again and Rufus looked shocked. He hadn’t changed at all…but apparently Selena had grown up into a fine young lady. Rufus suddenly didn’t seem to be too upset about the marriage; his feelings for Selena seemed to go past just best friends now.
They hung out very often…and even go on dates…Selena didn’t see them as that but Rufus did… They were together like this for another two years.
Rufus was now 19…Selena 16. It was hard to believe the two had known each other for only nine years but they would be getting married very soon…Selena only knew it was still on by the way her father always reminded her. A smile never left his Wutainese face.
Rufus invited her to come help him look over the applicants for the job as Turk. She watched each of them walk in and talk…some were barely older then herself.
In the end they decided to pick a 22 year old Wutainese man named Tseng as the head of the Turks. They couldn’t pick a second in command, all the other either didn’t seem fit or had there flaws. A young girl with curly red hair, she was picked because she was an incredible fighter…even though she was only 16. A tall dark, 24 year old man, he was very strong and very sharp. A 22 year old, blonde, she was smart but had a tendency to never stop talking. Finally a long spiky haired, 17 year old red head, he was so obnoxious…apparently Rufus saw something in him that Selena couldn’t. Rufus’s choices were sent to his father…who approved and the Turks were formed.
According to Rufus, the two of them were officially a couple…When Rufus turned 21 the two of them would be married…he was 20 now Selena was 17…and President Shinra allowed her to become a Turk, after Rufus put in a good word, she loved what the Turks did, she thought it would be so much fun to go out there and join them.