Red Dog Krim

FFVII or Super Soldiers in general M/FXM/F

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FFVII or Super Soldiers in general M/FXM/F

Aye sir!

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FFVII or Super Soldiers in general M/FXM/F

The farther back SOLDIER thing sound fun, and depends on how far back you go. Since Crisis Core didn't start until 2000, it could be any time in the 90's me thinks. SOLDIER was started in 1980's, SOLDIER WIKI. The war in Wutai started in 91-92 when Sephiroth (born 1980) was 11-20 during the war. It doesn't say when he specifically joined. Not that I would play the Silver Menace, but it should give a good time frame.

FFVII or Super Soldiers in general M/FXM/F

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FFVII or Super Soldiers in general M/FXM/F

Ok, so, I'm Krim. Hello, hi, salutations, etc.

I am not very picky about most things, and consider anything I RP to be an experience that could make me a better writer, so I'm open to... just about anything. As long as you can post a nice 'not text talk' paragraph We can RP together. While I'm straight, my characters can be whatever they are, I don't push my views on things off on them. **some of them scare me**.

If you plan to not post for three days or more... please tell me. I can wait, but I get impatient and don't want to click back here in any free time I may have, anticipation's a nightmare.

So, like the title says, I needs a 'Final Fantasy VII' or 'Super Soldiers in general' 'fix'. I have some things worked out on both, but they are up for debate if you don't like the ideas.

I do not play cannon characters. While I don't mind them being around, I prefer OC's in anything that's already been created. If you wish to RP with me and use the Canon's, then please stick to them as best you can. Like... if the FFVII path is pursued, don't make Barrett run around giggling at everything, while that would be funny to see... it would be really odd, and totally out of Character for him.

That being said, send me a PM or reply here, I care not.

The Lost God (RDG and Aoiki)

The trek was thankfully quiet, though that may have been due to his pace through the crowded streets. Rashim forced his head to continue looking in the direction he was headed, and not turn back to the possible follower. Their destination had been a ways off when he’d first set out, and the light grumblings in his stomach told him that he should have eaten a while back. The governmental district did not have anything other than government offices, so if one was foolish enough to not bring food along, then one had to walk all the way back to the commercial or Merchant District.

The blonde preferred a nice, small place in the Merchants quarter. He was partial to their roasted tuna, though the Lamb was also very good, when prepared one specific way. He had to wonder if the teen following him around could read, or if he was going to have to explain everything to him. He certainly wasn’t buying the honey eyed boy anything. He could sit there and watch Rashim eat if he had already lost his Expedition funds, or anything else he may have brought.

Finally, the restaurant came into view, well it couldn’t really be called a restaurant. The small ‘hovel’ was just an open front wall with a few stools hanging out in front of a bar for anyone to take. The light brown canvas awning gave some shade and protection from most any elements that may come along. “Elmiire, you’re slow right now,” Rashim stated more than questioned as he took one of the six free seats. With there only being 10 seats total, one would think that he would have a line… at least, with all of these people filling the streets thanks to the Expedition Trials.

“Yeah, you caught us at a good time, barely had a break all morning.” A rather rotund man in a stained blue apron stated as he glanced up from the meat like object he was currently cooking.

The Lost God (RDG and Aoiki)

No, no, no, no don’t look over at him, don. Crap. He was destined to run into this guy again and again and again it seemed. What was he, metal and the other a magnet? Next thing you know he would be trying to… why was he walking over here. Rashim sighed inwardly, he knew why, he really did. This brown haired fellow seemed to think that they had been friends once before, and he was adamantly persistent about it. Just because you were friends with someone before did not mean you could merely pick up where you left off after… however many years it had been.

The teen spoke as their eyes stared into each other, or… as Rashim’s ever green gaze remained polite by staring way up to the other’s. Yes, he was right, they could be on the same track… or he could be stalking him still for reasons unknown, though money was probably involved. And a thumbs up, really? He definitely wasn’t getting rid of this giant any time soon. He would probably follow him around for the rest of the day.

The boy could talk, he would give him that. The only other person Rashim knew that talked that much was his second younger brother. The one that was popular with everyone, he’d been in the trails earlier chatting with a group of who knew who. Breaking his gaze away from those honey eyes he looked around and noted that at least the black wolf was missing. “I know a good cheap place, follow me if you’d like.” Were his only words before brushing lightly past the teen and heading out into the crowd. If the other boy lost him, then he was on his own.

The Lost God (RDG and Aoiki)

It was over and done, finally. Rashim had managed to turn the rolled parchment over and was officially ‘licensed’ as an expedition member. Now, he had stepped back out into the sun, he couldn’t go home, but with the small funds he had been given he could at least get started on his journey. Food came first, his stomach had begun to growl before during the long boring two hours that he had been stuck waiting to finish the sign up. At the time he had noticed both of the two people that had been ‘following’ him through the trials, but ignored them as best he could. After the meal came the gathering of camping and other necessary supplies. Traveling alone would be a hassle, but he did not think sticking around in the city to team up with random people would suit him. He could always find others at the next check in one month from now at any of the other government offices affiliated with the Expedition.

An evergreen gaze caste about to be sure that wolf and the giant weren’t tailing him… to no avail, it seemed that both of them were nearby. How was he supposed to avoid them if they were so close by, he wasn’t his second youngest brother. That boy could sneak in and out of anywhere.

A way out… a way out… His gaze continued to search for just that. A way out, and to some food.

The Lost God (RDG and Aoiki)

The Slow and steady strides did not betray the inner feelings of the Golden eared cat. His tail threatened to ‘pop’ out at any moment, and he was having a harder time than he thought possible containing his happiness. Father would be displeased in this situation. He had to be in control, calm, and collected at all times. Sure, he appeared as such outwardly as he stopped at the double doors before pushing them open. Outward appearances would only fool the man for so long. He must strive for outward AND inward calm. Not an easy feet with the constant eruptions of butterfly’s.

After stepping through the doors he shook his head lightly letting blonde hair free from its neatly done trimmings, and soft golden ears ‘popped’ up on his head. He could not care less for the fact at this point in time, his father WASN’T THERE. He was free of the man for a time, he was not going to be under the constantly scrutinizing blue eyes gaze. “I thought I smelled cat coming from you.” The voice of the black wolf brought him down from the momentary high.

With ears now perked up he turned back to face the teen… that was following him. The piece of crumpled parchment in his hand showed that he had passed. Good for him… Rashim supposed. He had not seen any of the raven haired wolf’s trials, so he didn’t know much about him other than that he was a bit of a stalker… or simply interested in whatever Rashim was up to. “I do not see you’re point.” The blonde stated and turned back to the matter at hand - getting to the central doors in the courtyard.

The place was still rather full, or rather… was back to being nearly full. They had not been there long, but it was definitely past time for afternoon feeding - lunch. His stomach was not demanding sustenance just yet, so he would easily be able to last a short time longer before heading that way.

The largest oaken double doors loomed before him, the main building leading up into the spire high above. It would not e long now.

The Lost God (RDG and Aoiki)

The room was crowded, naturally, and the proctors seemed to be few. The small group that left had probably been two groups from two separate proctors. Not long after entering, he’d spotted a proctor off to the right leaning against the wall. He seemed to be in his late forties, and had a scar running down the right side of his face. A fiery tempest of hair sat atop his head and around his mouth. As Rashim approached the man he smiled broadly and laughed.

“Well well, one of Lord Lystraan’s boys.” The man said in a boisterous and jovial voice. Evergreen eyes narrowed, he hoped he hadn’t chosen wrong. He did not want a free pass just because of his last name. He wanted to be on this expedition because he deserved it, which he did.

“Yes Sir, I am Rashim Lystraan, the middle child,” he said with a light bow of his head. It was just enough to be respectable to someone who may know more than him in martial arts. He was of higher status than most of those in this city, and Father said that he was supposed to reflect that in the way he greeted people.
“And I’m Daryoon,” the voice of that black wolf that seemed to be following him around.

“I am Arc, I suppose I’ll be your martial proctor,” the man said while turning around and picking up a claymore from the table behind him. When he turned back around he pointed to Rashim, “You first Lystraan. Score a point on me with your blade, you must do it without me scoring three points, and you must manage to not actually inflict any damage to me by accident with your blade. That should be easy for you, no?”

“Of course,” Rashim said while pulling his gleaming steel ‘hand and a half sword’ from his waist and taking the appropriate stance.

The man was on him in an instant, claymore flashing with speed and precision bought with years of hard fought use. Rashim’s blade met the Fire haired proctor’s and was forced down and back. Barely his Sword deflected the massive thing from biting into his shoulder. Spinning lightly on his feet, the blonde moved back around to swing at the man, but the claymore was there to meet his own sword, deflecting it with ease.

He leapt nimbly out of the way and watched as his opponent lazily took up a new position. “You’ll have to put more effort into it than that little lordling.” The man tossed an insult, but Rashim brushed it off for what it was. In ‘duels’ like these the fight could also move into the verbal sphere. It was a ploy to anger him and throw him off guard, so paying it no heed, he dashed in at full speed, ducked nimbly under the man’s quick swing. The room shook violently, unsettling the man’s balance, the blonde took the odd chance presented to him and stuck the point of his blade intot he man’s back lightly, no harm done… so long as he didn’t decided to fall backwards.

How anti-climactic. He’d been either allowed to win, or the man who seemed more proficient with his weapon had made a simple mistake. He was going to aim for the original, but the odd shaking and loud crash had perhaps thrown the man for a loop. It was odd, what could have caused such a thing…

“hmm, you pass. Much as I hate to admit it already,” the fire haired man stated before turning back to his desk and pulling a scroll from it. “Take this to the central office. They’ll add you to the roster of participants in the Expeditions. From there, you’ll have to form your own group, or join one already in the making. They will explain the rules and regulations for it. Now go on, I’ve got others to test.”

The man didn’t seem happy, but Rashim was fighting back the butterfly’s in his stomach, he’d passed. Sure, it was inevitable, but still he had passed. Was he not allowed to be happy for such a thing? “Of course,” he said with a light nod of his head after all but snatching the paper from the outstretched hand.