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  <title>A Reawakening</title>
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  <title>Genesis&apos; Snowglobe</title>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;[The memories in this snowglobe are a strange one. Instead of memories of wide open spaces, warm homes or something full of activity, this snowglobe offers a picture of a cavern full of crystals.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/39ad6b9e1c5f10557d2914b6d9d33f054b06ba4effd133f5f999a40084e34cab/P2WlxyVijxKvg25q8slTVUMdsf-ah7h01kODQLdAwcfa-BHV28KqBQUgCUl2EktwuFZUjySRag5EGlcf0h50-RZAqGXGK-CS7lVCoS5EJxf-Eu-dgcRPmWJe8BhiZikE:t7w_oxMtBoO89OM9qbdulw&quot; fetchpriority=&quot;high&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Although the orb flashes through snapshots of the cavern, there are a few notable pictures that aren&apos;t like the others...]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6c591435767c3755dcf455863d36b5c1f28c0758cef1d5aa5d569ac925635ca2/P2WlxyVijxKvg25q8slTVUMdsf-ah7h01kODQLdAwcfa-BHV28KqBQUgCUl2EktwuFZUjySRag5EGlcf0kt0rEBArHjLPOyS_mV9pQVkOBvtXemJsYNT:ulAj_3rKuF5hvTGDtVpinQ&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[A great red orb in a crystal tree...]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/50d8b5006df2c39d9b1de44c2577e42352ed4b517b8959c1aa96f623b2d18fe1/P2WlxyVijxKvg25q8slTVUMdsf-ah7h01kODQLdAwcfa-BHV28KqBQUgCUl2EktwuFZUjySRag5EGlcf0hl0_kdApn7BPfuX7GVDsBB1PxeiGfOe9Nw:yOryG6eDYeO66GYNNm7QgQ&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[A statue of a holy woman holding an orb...]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/4717a7641afd6d9c040b219d7b6e805347fd7ef8d356d54d331e970c2ee8d6a0/P2WlxyVijxKvg25q8slTVUMdsf-ah7h0zEeOQrxHm8fW8hOam8SxR00nDEtyDFQ-s1JckDLZdgYKDVoDiRcosFUBimefabjP50pX5gw:BtuqT8-nw4B1IUL5pTSYPQ&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[A desk full of awards and trophies...]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/0f1f89ceacff81c8e73e31060b4f4413114de1977e5626a55832bf6001463371/P2WlxyVijxKvg25q8slTVUMdsf-ah7h0zEeOQrxHm8fW8hOam8SxR00nDEtyDFQ-s1JckDLZdgYKDVoDiRcosFUBimeeab_P50pX5gw:UC5gfi0pPEsOj3od2UJtbQ&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[A great light envelopes the owner of the memory, and there is a vague image of a grand woman in full armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then, there will be little flashes of two shadowed figures, one man and one woman, who seem to welcome the owner of the memory with overflowing happiness. Their images are fleeting and the slightest movement sends them away.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2011 14:24:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>IC Contact [Siren&apos;s Pull]</title>
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  <description>What do you have to present? Speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[A beep sounds.]&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 12:07:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Siren&apos;s Pull | Application</title>
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  <description>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Character Information&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis Rhapsodos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Final Fantasy VII Compilation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 26 (in appearance, he is actually around his 30s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What form will your character&apos;s NV take?&lt;/b&gt; A ShinRa PHS. Like &lt;a href=&quot;http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100717031313/finalfantasy/images/6/66/CC_Mobile.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Zack&apos;s phone&lt;/a&gt;, but with a bright red casing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abilities&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character&apos;s Canon Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Genesis&apos; body is imbued with Jenova cells from Project G. Since the Jenova cells he was given were taken from Gillian Hewley (not transferred through conception as with Angeal or injected directly into him as a fetus as with Sephiroth) the cells failed to infuse properly with his own, thus dubbing him a failure as he doesn&apos;t display anything unusual or enhanced about him upon his birth. But even so, later on he discovers that he has the power to create copies using the bodies of other people (as with the SOLDIER operatives that deserted with him). He also possesses the ability of flight (although he only has one black wing which sprouts from his left shoulder). This single wing of his can also be used in battle by summoning its feathers to act as small darts to pierce the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with other SOLDIERs, Genesis has mako-enhanced strength, speed and senses. He is a well-trained swordsman and takes pride in his own abilities. In fact, despite his status as a &quot;failure&quot; by the Jenova Project, his skills are surprisingly to par with Sephiroth. Among the three First Class SOLDIERs during his time (him, Sephiroth and Angeal), he is the only one who uses magic extensively. His weapon, Rapier, can also channel his magic to become stronger. He can also make use of firearms, as one of his copies wields a gunblade. His preference leans towards making use of his sword, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When brought to his limit, Genesis can make use of magic to call out Apocalypse, an attack covering a set area, which brings down a wave of concentrated energy to quell his opponents.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weapons:&lt;/b&gt; Rapier – a red broadsword decorated with runes. It also has a rapier-like ornate, guarded hilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;History/Personality/Plans/etc.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character History:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Genesis_Rhapsodos#Biography&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Point in Canon:&lt;/b&gt; After his awakening under Midgar in Dirge of Cerberus&apos; ending, when he takes flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Personality:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At the point of canon he has been taken from, Genesis&apos; character is one that is split between devotion to the wishes of his Goddess and his own ambitions to become a hero and regain his SOLDIER honor. While Genesis had been a man of selfish ambition from the very beginning, with high childhood dreams such as sharing a Banora White apple with the hero Sephiroth and becoming a hero himself, a close encounter with the Planet&apos;s Goddess changes his approach to life. In the Genesis&apos; last moments on screen before the final scene of Crisis Core, he is seen becoming quiet—almost contemplative to a degree. As he is plucked from his seat by Deepground SOLDIERs, he leaves behind his inscription of LOVELESS, Act 5 which leaves clues to the direction his character will take: Instead of the chaotic neutral mess of ambition and desperation he is throughout the game, the note implies that he would return to &quot;become the dew that quenches the land, to spare the sands, the seas, the skies&quot;. According to the Ultimania, when asked by Deepground to join in their own rebellion, Genesis declines and seals himself away underneath Midgar&apos;s ruins. It gives light to how his views had changed since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this side of Genesis that develops after the game takes place, the redhead SOLDIER had always been a character full of drive. In Banora, despite being the landlord&apos;s son, Genesis had constantly been a competitive young man, winning awards and gaining accolades. Eventually, he would join SOLDIER and befriend Sephiroth, the hero he had once wanted to share his achievements with. Despite being friends with him, he had also constantly been a rival to him, constantly wanting to be recognized as a true equal to Sephiroth&apos;s greatness. But that would be destroyed upon realizing that he was engineered to fail—that his body can never be equal to either Angeal or Sephiroth, who were perfect specimen compared to him. This triggers Genesis&apos; rebellion and attack against ShinRa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of Genesis&apos; thirst for reaching his goals comes with a few characteristics that work to his advantage: one is that he is a master manipulator, able to make battalions of SOLDIER operatives turn against ShinRa together with him. He is also able to convince Angeal to come with him, although it may have also been Angeal&apos;s conscious choice to go after Genesis to bring him back. He attempts to manipulate Sephiroth as well, but that ends in Sephiroth telling Genesis to rot. Despite his knack for manipulation and persuasion, Genesis also has an incredibly sharp tongue and won&apos;t hesitate to cut down anyone who displeases him. Being an only child of a rich family, it may not be a surprise at all that Genesis is used to things going his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Genesis was well-known for his charisma, being able to round up two fan clubs dedicated to him, he is surprisingly withdrawn, only sharing his thoughts and feelings freely with his two closest friends: Sephiroth and Angeal. It shows clearly in Crisis Core how Genesis seems to speak more openly when he is face to face with Sephiroth and Angeal rather than Zack. It takes a long while to fully gain Genesis&apos; trust, even if he readily is amiable when it works to his advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As revealed by the events of Crisis Core though, there is a darker dimension to Genesis&apos; character. At his worst, he can be highly destructive to the point of waging war against the entire world. He is also a man who is easily consumed by jealousy and competition, as revealed in his rivalry with Sephiroth. This jealousy has spiraled out of hand while he was under the influence of the degradation, making him spill out unwanted truths without regard for friends. On top of that, while he does display a devotion to his Goddess while still maintaining a sense of ambition, at some points he becomes fatalistic, wanting to be true to the epic tale or his Goddess&apos; call to a fault. This fatalism, much like his faith, contrasts starkly with his ambition and tendency to lean towards being destructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Genesis is an interesting mass of character traits: ambitious, charismatic and cunning, laced with a leaning for destructive tendencies. But at the same time, he is secretive, with firm beliefs in his Goddess and his own personal stance.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance/PB:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/File:GenesisCGModel-CrisisCore.png&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2011 15:51:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Weapon Abilities</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;For Soul Campaign.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A rough list of abilities to be refined (with better code!) later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Resonance (can wield Genesis, not necessarily bring out the best in him)&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing much&lt;br /&gt;- Fire elemental blade: strong against ice, steel and grass opponents (if they have those elemental qualities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular Resonance (can wield Genesis, can get along with him well enough)&lt;br /&gt;- Fireballs shoot from the blade.&lt;br /&gt;- If resonance is any stronger, the meister themselves can summon the fireballs.&lt;br /&gt;- At higher weapon rank/power, fireballs increase in power and can be manipulated into other forms (e.g. fiery blades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimal Resonance (can wield Genesis and bring out his true power from his weapon form)&lt;br /&gt;- Apocalypse (Genesis&apos; limit break: summons runes underneath the foe, and crushes them with intense heat and pressure)&lt;br /&gt;- Same with the fireballs, these change accordingly with weapon power. At low levels, the Apocalypse can deal intense damage, but is more of a trap than an actual spell like the limit break due to the amount of time it needs to set off. Higher levels can trap people in the range of the runes, rendering them immobile. Also, at higher levels, the trap area becomes larger. Ideally, at Deathscythe level, Apocalypse can fully resemble the actual limit break.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2011 14:37:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; Looks like 26 (is much older than that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt; 6ft. tall. He&apos;s kind of lean for that height, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Backthreading:&lt;/b&gt; FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threadjacking:&lt;/b&gt; Go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medical Information:&lt;/b&gt; Very well. No sign of degregation. Little amount of scars. The most prominent scar on his body, though, is this deep-looking cut on his left shoulder from a training room accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mental Information:&lt;/b&gt; Fine. He&apos;s moody, though, and a little vulnerable to madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soul Viewing (&lt;i&gt;Soul Campaign Only&lt;/i&gt;):&lt;/b&gt; Red, with a snobbish kind of expression. The soul has feather shaped &quot;hair&quot; that stick out from the sides, similar to Genesis&apos; hairstyle. Also, it is proud, arrogant, dramatic and self-centered-- but at the same time contemplative and profound when it wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Triggers:&lt;/b&gt; Angeal and Sephiroth. Shin-Ra. Talk of his parents. Heroism. They all might provoke broodiness, melancholy or simple anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fourth Walling:&lt;/b&gt; You can fourth-wall him if your character recognizes his face and voice as Gackt&apos;s/similar to Gackt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Contact:&lt;/b&gt; Genesis will touch you when he thinks it&apos;s a good idea. Otherwise, unless you&apos;re someone he knows, he prefers you don&apos;t touch him at all. And he won&apos;t touch you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romance:&lt;/b&gt; Genesis is fine with that, but it needs to be built up over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fighting:&lt;/b&gt; He accepts duels from people he thinks are worthy. He will ignore you if he thinks you&apos;re a waste of his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Winning/Losing:&lt;/b&gt; He will put up a very good fight against top-tier fighters such as Sengoku warriors, otherworldly beings (read: half-demons), fighters with years of experience and of course, fellow SOLDIERs. I can&apos;t really say whether he will win fights. But he&apos;s on par with Sephiroth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Injure/Kill:&lt;/b&gt; Injury, yes. Killing, please ask. I&apos;ll only have him killed if I want him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Torture/Mindscrewing:&lt;/b&gt; Yeeeeeees~ but please ask first, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hacking:&lt;/b&gt; Genesis has enough smarts to hack moderately to put up a prank post, so his filtered posts may be difficult for some to hack into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else, do ask me XD</description>
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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Status: Incomplete, updated 4/24/11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Partner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;500&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
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&lt;td width=&quot;100&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/105161316/31428574&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;300&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#efefef&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Angeal&apos;s puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have encountered him twice in this world. In both times, he didn&apos;t take well to my presence. Before he left the second time, though, I was able to open up a little more to him while I was residing in his quarters. There is a familiarity in the way he speaks and acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among those who come from my world, thus far, I am the most comfortable with him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;100&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/69786117/13002657&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;300&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#efefef&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;A part of Sephiroth. A remnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not figured out everything about him. He is still a complete enigma to me. Yet I am keeping a close watch on him. I may not be that involved with his life, but let it be said that I hold a great interest in him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Watch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;800&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#2f2f2f&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Vergil [ DEVIL MAY CRY ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#2f2f2f&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Date Masamune [ SENGOKU BASARA ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td width=&quot;100&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/102488479/28923707&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;300&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#efefef&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;The first Meister I had officially partnered with. Orginally, I was choosing between him and the samurai from Oshu, Date Masamune. The breaking of our partnership was all for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I look to him with utmost respect as a fellow swordsman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;100&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/102329797/28832433&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;300&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#efefef&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;In our first encounter in person, there were two things he reminded me of. First was of Fair, Angeal&apos;s student. The second was of Sephiroth&apos;s blade, for obvious reasons. In time, though, he proved to be so much more than I first expected of him. I look forward to his further successes as a Zone Leader and a fellow swordsman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;800&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#2f2f2f&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Dante [ DEVIL MAY CRY ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#2f2f2f&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Roy Mustang [ FULL METAL ALCHEMIST ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td width=&quot;100&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/103298047/29692966&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;300&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#efefef&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Amusingly, our conversations began all because of our tastes in fashion. Later on, I thought of him as a kind of brute. But further into our conversations, I found him to be... quite the opposite of his twin brother and a man with my best interests at heart. Save for poetry. I doubt he can understand poetry. Even so, within this city, I believe he may very well be the closest friend I have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;100&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/101850329/18726795&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;300&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#efefef&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;The Commander of the Watch and a man worthy of respect for the dedication he puts into this service. It almost puts me to shame as a commander myself. I respect him well enough to follow his orders without question. After all, protecting this city may very well be in line with the Goddess&apos; wishes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shibusen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;800&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#2f2f2f&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Black★Star&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#2f2f2f&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Tsubaki Nakatsukasa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td width=&quot;100&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106544395/32440718&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;300&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#efefef&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I remember encountering him in battle-- only for the briefest moment as I snapped out of my madness and gathered Carmine&apos;s unconscious body from the ground. A strong opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not I must face him again, he serves as a reminder that we must become stronger.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;100&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106460248/32532536&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;300&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#efefef&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Black★Star&apos;s partner. I am unsure of what to think of her aside from that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Other Guests&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;800&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#2f2f2f&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Near [ DEATH NOTE ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#2f2f2f&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Clovis la Britannia [ CODE GEASS ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td width=&quot;100&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/100315107/25165819&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;300&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#efefef&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;For a while, I acted as a bodyguard for this detective who now words for Death City&apos;s Investigational Agency. Even after our contract had been severed, I still find myself meeting him from time to time, if only to discuss the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a friend, if he would allow me to regard him as such.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;100&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/103782704/16558878&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;300&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#efefef&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot; family=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Despite the awkwardness he had come into the city with, and the softness of his speech, I believe he truly does have the blood of kings running through him. He simply has not yet recognized his full potential as one. I, for one, look forward to his development as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a quiet melancholy I feel when I am in his presence, though. I cannot comprehend it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Code source from &lt;a href=&quot;http://rpanoncomm.livejournal.com/3574.html?thread=25540598#t25540598&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2010 07:55:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[SC] Ten Years Ahead [Genesis + Clovis]</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;Even if the morrow is barren of promises&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shall forestall my return&lt;br /&gt;To become the dew that quenches the land&lt;br /&gt;To spare the sands, the seas, the skies&lt;br /&gt;I offer thee this silent sacrifice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been about a year or so since Genesis disappeared with Vergil. Genesis couldn&apos;t tell. He had stopped watching the time since his Meister had gone away from him. With a mission ending in failure, he couldn&apos;t bring himself to return to Shibusen, seeing that it was a losing battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, he &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; see Vergil while he roamed. And it was then he decided that it was time to see what he could do in the war once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought about who to see first there on the other side. He didn&apos;t want to see Date again just yet as it wasn&apos;t sure if he was really going to contribute to the battle on Shibusen&apos;s side once more. Near, to him, was a little more like a business partner than a trusted friend most of the time. Which... perhaps left only one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clovis.&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2010 05:05:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[DV] [Writing Sample]</title>
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  <description>  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;It had been a while since he felt this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Water rained down from the showerhead, covering Genesis, turning bright coppery red hair dark with dampness. For the longest time, he had kept himself within that seal deep underground. There, water was always still and stale. It was always quiet: a state close to death.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;He took a deep breath as he let the water trickle down the length of his body: rivulets streaming down his shoulders to his arms, splitting into smaller streams to curl a little around a few fingers before escaping by the fingertips. Water ran down his chest in veins, curling over lean, well-toned muscles. It was practically meditation, feeling the water around him that way. But he couldn&amp;rsquo;t afford to take his time so leisurely. He knew someone was going to come soon. He had to be clean.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;He ran a palmful of shampoo through his hair, fingertips gently massaging through his scalp, thoroughly getting the foam to every root of hair on his head. Then, he rinsed it off with the same thoroughness. It would be a disservice to his own self if his hair wasn&amp;rsquo;t kept well. And then, the soap&amp;mdash;rubbing down his body with it, he quietly went over each part of himself with care, as if getting reacquainted with them. But, indeed, it had been a while. Goddess knows his body must have turned soft after all those years sealed up underground. It was already enough that biologically, his build was slim and couldn&amp;rsquo;t bulk up as much as Angeal&amp;rsquo;s could. But to see how the firmness in his muscle had turned soft was making him look a little more feminine than he already was. Silently, he noted that perhaps it would be a good idea to get back into shape. After all, there was only one way to earn a living in this city.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;. It was a word so deeply intertwined with the most human of needs. An intimacy&amp;hellip; a need for warmth. And yet, it was also twined with death in some way. It was an act so close to the very essence of life itself. The heat of living and the crying release of death.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Facing up to the showerhead, he let the soap run from his body with the water, turning him clean. His thoughts wrapped names that etched deeply into his soul with guilt. Nothing could possibly wash it off from him. The closest he could do, perhaps, was to cover it up with layers and layers of this sin and pleasure that Loki&amp;rsquo;s world was offering him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;His tongue ran over parched lips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;He could lose himself in this hell of pleasure. It wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be hard to live with reckless abandon here, to lose himself in other men&amp;rsquo;s bodies. He could almost feel it, imaging how another man&amp;rsquo;s cock would slide into his ass or his mouth. Perhaps he could taste it, too, and even smell it&amp;mdash;the sticky scent of musk and cum. He curled his fingers firmly around his shaft, stroking it slowly, the image of his body dirtied up by other men holding fast in his mind. By pressing his back against the tiles of the shower wall, he found a kind of comfortable pleasure in the contrast between the cold ceramic and his own body heat rising as he continued to stroke himself. He shut his eyes and began to imagine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;And pools of memory from the back of his mind would rise to the surface, as if reaching deep into those still, cold waters of his mind, bringing it up from murky depths. He could recall the musky scent of leather upon cold skin. The bitter tang of metal cooling&amp;hellip; water condensing upon its surface. And then that scent of mahogany&amp;mdash;warm, intimate, unexpected.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;And all the while, his vision only held silver. &lt;i&gt;Blinding silver&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bodoni MT&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 15:20:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[SCORCHED | GAME HISTORY]</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;+1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;[HISTORY]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gets its own post because it&apos;s not just for the mun&apos;s reference anymore :\ So much behind-the-forge work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1: October 18&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/scorched/3126.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[VOICE]&lt;/a&gt; - Arrival at Anatole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/scorched/3933.html?thread=168029#t168029&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[TEXT]&lt;/a&gt; - Heterochromia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2: October 19&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/scorched/4138.html?thread=181802#t181802&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[VOICE]&lt;/a&gt; - Heterochromia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/scorched/4669.html?thread=183101#t183101&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[TEXT]&lt;/a&gt; - Nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 7: October 24&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://scorchedevents.livejournal.com/585.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[EVENT]&lt;/a&gt; - Lizard Flame (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Genesis begins to have nightmares-- most of them dealing with the past during his desertion from Shinra. He has flashbacks of Angeal&apos;s death and Sephiroth&apos;s demise. And even in the daytime, he is haunted by their memories.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 8: October 25&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/scorched/7486.html?thread=453438#t453438&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[VOICE]&lt;/a&gt; - Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Genesis also goes hunting on that day and comes across a wounded bourgeois up against a cave bear. He protects the man from the bear and brings him home to his family. Upon his wife&apos;s insistence, Mr. Griffiths hires Genesis as a bodyguard for him and his family and allows him lodgings in a small, shabby cabin outside of the house. It isn&apos;t much, but Genesis takes it anyway, with a plan in mind, knowing that his position close to the bourgeois could give him an advantage.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 9: October 26&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/scorched/9707.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[VIDEO]&lt;/a&gt; - Unappetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/scorched_logs/2297.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[LOG]&lt;/a&gt; - Ye of Little Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 10: October 27&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://scorchedevents.livejournal.com/1199.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[EVENT]&lt;/a&gt; - Lizard Flame (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;As a bodyguard to the Griffiths, Genesis has no other choice but to stay with the family and defend them from the parasites that come. With his skill, he ends up defending the surrounding area in the upper-class residences.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 14: October 31&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/scorched/14118.html?thread=769830#t769830&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[VOICE]&lt;/a&gt; - Are you sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 15: November 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/scorched/14947.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[VOICE]&lt;/a&gt; - LOVELESS, Act 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 22: November 8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Usually, Genesis&apos; job takes him to many different stores around Anatole, delivering goods or accompanying Mr. Griffiths to protect him from anyone who meant him harm. Apparently he has some sort of bad luck, as proved by a few attempts to do him wrong by other merchants to want to bring him and his merchandise down. Unfortunately for Genesis, Mr. Griffiths almost never gives him praise. His wife thanks him, but other than that, not much has been done for Genesis. The experience he gets from all his interactions from different shops in Anatole are interesting, though. Lots of information to be gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&apos;s job, though, is an interesting one. Now that Mr. Griffiths has a lackey to do the dirty work for him, he sends Genesis down into Dismas to deliver a batch of opium-based products to an opium den. The den owner meets him through the backdoor and takes the goods without so much as a thank you. Not minding this, Genesis does a little recon and notices the faces of so many residents of the upper-class block indulging in the dense smoke of the den. Back in the shabby cabin given to him by Mr. Griffiths, he notices a cut poppy in the back yard and a familiar smell similar to the opium products coming from the dried sap. This provokes a little thought into him.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/scorched/20976.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[TEXT]&lt;/a&gt; - Poppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 08:17:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[SCORCHED | GAME INFORMATION]</title>
  <author>redpeacock</author>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;+1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;[INVENTORY]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ &lt;i&gt;Rapier&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Sheathed, strapped to back when outside. Otherwise, kept close by when at rest.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ &lt;i&gt;Firaga materia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Equipped in one of the inside pockets of his scarlet coat. Always carried.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ &lt;i&gt;Forge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Communication device, kept in his left pants pocket. Always carried.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ &lt;i&gt;SOLDIER 1st Class clothes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Scarlet coat with solid black pauldrons, soft black cotton turtleneck shirt, SOLDIER belt with ShinRa insigna + two other belts and leather straps across his chest, tailored black pants made for battle and thigh high duelist boots with the slightest bit of heel fitting for one with a fighting style akin to dancing&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;i&gt;Ivories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;He earns enough only to sustain him. Little to no excesses.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;i&gt;Anatolian Clothes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;A deep red silk vest over a white cotton shirt and a black cravat adorned with a ruby brooch. All given to him by his employer. He usually replaces the turtleneck shirt and the SOLDIER belt + leather straps with these to blend in more with the Anatolian crowd.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;+1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;[RELATIONSHIPS]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. Eventually, the mun will make this more exact. Probably add more colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Adore/Like//&lt;/small&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;red&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt;●&lt;font color=&quot;green&quot;&gt;♣&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;orange&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt;&lt;small&gt;\\Hate\Loathe&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(In order of acquaintance in Anatole)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● &lt;i&gt;Naruto Uzumaki&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&quot;He tends to ask a lot of questions. Otherwise, I don&apos;t think of him much at all.&quot;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;i&gt;Zack Fair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&quot;Zack the puppy. Angeal&apos;s student. I guess I feel at ease with him.&quot;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● &lt;i&gt;Reno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&quot;He knows a lot. Of course, I believe that&apos;s what Turks specialize in after all.&quot;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● &lt;i&gt;Shizuka Doumeki&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&quot;Nothing much to say. He was just looking for Watanuki.&quot;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● &lt;i&gt;Kimihiro Watanuki&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&quot;I&apos;m courageous, he says.&quot;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● &lt;i&gt;Mail &quot;Matt&quot; Jeevas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&quot;Seems like interesting company. Quite a wit. I never heard his name over the network, though.&quot;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;i&gt;Rolo Lamperouge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&quot;He would have been a good ally, but I was unable to convince him so. I won&apos;t forget him, though. He may still be of some use.&quot;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;i&gt;Arthur Pendragon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&quot;His highness is one of good taste! And perhaps one of good company as well. We may get along well. And he may make a fine ally as well.&quot;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid2-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 02:32:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[INFORMATION]</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;+1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Out of Character Information&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;player name:&lt;/b&gt; Hibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;player livejournal:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class=&quot;ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     &quot;  data-ljuser=&quot;hibiemi&quot; lj:user=&quot;hibiemi&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://hibiemi.livejournal.com/profile/&quot;  target=&quot;_self&quot;  class=&quot;i-ljuser-profile&quot; &gt;&lt;img  class=&quot;i-ljuser-userhead&quot;  src=&quot;https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://hibiemi.livejournal.com/&quot; class=&quot;i-ljuser-username&quot;   target=&quot;_self&quot;   &gt;&lt;b&gt;hibiemi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;+1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Character Information&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;character name:&lt;/b&gt; Genesis Rhapsodos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;canon source and the point from which they&apos;re taken:&lt;/b&gt; Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, from after Dirge of Cerberus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;character&apos;s age:&lt;/b&gt; Late 20s, real age unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;canon powers, skills, pets and equipment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a SOLDIER, in addition to his heavy training Genesis has also been enhanced with mako-- a kind of energy taken from the lifestream. This enhances his speed and strength. Other than that, he is also a product of Jenova Project &quot;G&quot;, giving him the ability to duplicate himself on other beings. But unfortunately, he cannot absorb other beings on to himself like his childhood friend Angeal could, thus branding him as a failure. He was also suffering from the degradation of the Jenova cells within him, making him seem to be shriveling up and dying at an alarming rate. But after meeting with the Goddess Minerva after his battle with Zack, he seems to have had his health restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn&apos;t certain, though, if he still retains that power of cloning. But it is certain that he still carries his cells and his power as proven by the single black wing that sprouts from his left shoulder. Since his body is now restored, it seems to be that the fast healing properties of his body have been restored as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than his biological modifications, Genesis wields the &quot;Rapier&quot;-- a large scarlet sword that seems to resemble a broadsword but with the ornate hilt of a rapier. Genesis is able to channel his magic through it, illuminating it and making strange runes appear. Given the setting, though, I don&apos;t believe he can make use of his powers, including his magic-based overdrive &quot;Apocalypse&quot;. Other than that, he would probably be pretty much empty-handed since he just woke up from a long slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;non-canon powers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he cannot use magic anymore (thus unable to power up his Rapier or use &quot;Apocalypse&quot;), Genesis has gained an ability to control heat upon an object or a body. So he could boil water by touching it or cause someone&apos;s body temperature to go up by simply laying hands on him or her. This ability, however is practically non-existent at night or underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;canon history:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis, the son of the landlord of Banora, idolized Sephiroth. That was probably the beginning of everything since this moved him to join SOLDIER together with his childhood friend, Angeal. Eventually, it seemed that the three were on par with each other, all three of them already at 1st rank. They were also said to be very good friends. But then Genesis developed a bitter rivalry towards Sephiroth. No longer did he look up towards him. Instead, he wanted to be the hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was meant to simply be a friendly spar one day in the VR room became a heated quarrel, ending with Genesis wounded by a chip from Angeal&apos;s blade caused by his own anger. The wound was expected to heal quickly, but instead, it only worsened and Genesis was taken into the labs for a blood infusion. It seems that it was there that he learned the truth about himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he deserts the ShinRa company, taking Hollander and a large number of 2nd and 3rd class SOLDIERS with him. He is declared &quot;Missing in Action&quot;. Zack and Angeal are given an assignment to bring him back. But during that mission, Angeal disappears following an ambush by mysterious troops that are revealed to be Genesis clones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, Zack would seem to be on a wild goose chase after Genesis, this time in Genesis and Angeal&apos;s hometown of Banora. He would discover that Genesis had murdered the people who had raised him as he was angry with how they withheld the truth of his birth from him. Other than that, Genesis established a stronghold in a warehouse. Angeal would reappear here to get in between Genesis and Zack. After asking Angeal if he would live in a world where he killed his friend, he retreats and Angeal follows soon after. Then, Banora is obliterated by an air strike from ShinRa. Angeal and Genesis are presumed dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A later encounter with Zack and Sephiroth proves that he was still alive and well, and still angry with how he was not regarded as a hero, telling Sephiroth that his fame should have been his. Zack encounters him again when he plots to kill Hojo and runs off yet again, leaving Zack to battle against Bahamut Fury. Then finally Zack finds him in a warehouse in Modeoheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, Genesis had begun to turn gray, showing physical manifestations of his degradation. To restore him back to health, he needed Jenova cells. Hollander didn&apos;t know where they were kept, rendering him useless to Genesis. But Genesis did not stop his search for Jenova cells there. He tells Hollander that he would keep searching for them despite his degradation. He then faces off against Zack and loses. And after the loss and some words from LOVELESS, he jumps off the ledge of the platform where they were fighting on and is presumed dead once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his story was far from over. His army of clones cause chaos all over the Planet. And in Nibelheim, Genesis reveals the truth about Sephiroth&apos;s being to Sephiroth himself, thus playing a part in his madness. He knew by now that Sephiroth had the best sample of Jenova cells since he was Jenova Project &quot;S&quot;. Thus he wanted his cells to regain his health back. He offers Sephiroth a Banora White as part of his plea for him to help him but Sephiroth refuses and tells him to rot away elsewhere. And so Genesis exits the scene yet again. Then the Nibelheim Incident happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years later, when Zack and Cloud escape the Shinra Mansion laboratory, Genesis appears yet again-- now totally grayed-- but now knowing that Zack and Cloud have the cells he needed because of the experimentation done on them. This time he&apos;s after them, especially Cloud, since he seemed to have properly absorbed the Sephiroth cells. But Genesis never gets to lay a finger on Cloud because of Zack. In Gongaga, he flies away from Zack after trying to explain to him the beauty of LOVELESS, leaving him with a Banora White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads Zack back to Banora now where the final showdown with Genesis was. Here, it seems that Genesis had taken part of his childhood room down into his cavern hideaway with him, planting a desk there with his journal and the awards he had garnered from his childhood. In his journal was an entry noting his invention of the Banora Apple Juice and his childhood dream of sharing a Banora White with his hero, Sephiroth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside the cavern where Genesis was waiting for Zack, he now looked at the young hero as a vessel holding Angeal&apos;s will and Sephiroth&apos;s cells, and thus recreating LOVELESS. He faces off against Zack as the Genesis avatar, imbued with the Goddess Materia&apos;s powers. Zack defeats this and leaves Genesis strangely reborn-- with all signs of the degradation gone. Genesis charges at him and challenges him to a final battle. When Zack delivers the last blow to him, Genesis suddenly finds himself in a field surrounded by the Lifestream. He sees a statue of the Goddess Minerva morph into human form and he walks towards her. With one look, the Goddess shakes her head as if telling him she did not think his role on the Planet was over yet and so he returns: limp and defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the surface, Zack gathers three Banora Whites: one for him, one for Cloud and one for Genesis. Genesis asks him if the dumbapple was delicious. Zack compliments it. Genesis looks to Lazard (who now was a degrading Angeal clone) and tells him that his childhood dream was fulfilled. Zack leaves him alone in Banora and he is picked up by Nero and Weiss in a helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Deepground, Genesis is asked by Weiss and Nero to join their rebellion against the Restrictors but instead, he seals himself up in the flooded cavern beneath Midgar. He would later awaken when Weiss falls, taking his body and telling him &quot;it is not yet time for slumber&quot; and that they have much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His goals now are not quite certain, but his last words as he was taken from Banora might reveal his purpose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even if the morrow is barren of promises&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shall forestall my return&lt;br /&gt;To become the dew that quenches the land&lt;br /&gt;To spare the sands, the seas, the skies&lt;br /&gt;I offer thee this silent sacrifice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELESS. Act five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;personality:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is Genesis&apos; stage. He sees himself as an actor carrying out a role: the role of the hero in LOVELESS to be precise. It isn&apos;t much of a surprise that he has visions of himself in a grandiose position and that he&apos;s destined for greater things. But more likely than not, the events during his degradation may have taken their toll on the once delusional Genesis. He may or may not have accepted that there is already a new hero on the Planet. But despite his conceit, he must have had a great deal of charisma and charm to win so many SOLDIERs to his side during his desertion. He must have used the same charm to win his friends and keep them, too. But still he was a private person, only revealing his true self to his closest friends: Sephiroth and Angeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis loves his LOVELESS and obsesses over it, even to the point of being a scholar and interpreting the cryptic poem and rattling his best friends&apos; ears off with it. Despite being a SOLDIER, he seems to be a dandy at heart, being said to be a frequent visitor to LOVELESS avenue which was home to a grand theater. I bet he could probably recite all the lines from the poem, the stage play and the opera (if there was one). Somehow, I get the feeling that he gets fixated on things quite easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the son of a landlord and thus from a rich family, Genesis seems to be most comfortable with the finer things in life. But he isn&apos;t scared to get down to the dirt of business like creating the perfect blend of Banora Apple Juice or facing off against Zack in a struggle to prove himself as a SOLDIER a final time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to expressing himself, Genesis is rather strange. At most times, he keeps a smug demeanor-- like an &quot;I know what you don&apos;t know&quot; aura about him. But sometimes his cool is broken and he lashes out with either his sharp tongue or violent actions. But he knows he has a brain and is not afraid to use it. He usually keeps people at a distance. He may probably charm you, but he wouldn&apos;t reveal things about himself upon first meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there&apos;s one thing he won&apos;t bother to hide, it&apos;s his hatred for ShinRa and the science that had made monsters out of him and his friends.&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 02:22:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Scorched | IC Contact]</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Click, whirr. It seems to be on audio mode.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&apos;re interested in talking, might as well talk now. Go ahead and leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Click]&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 11:33:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[REMOVE ME]</title>
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  <description>Friends, enemies and lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;+3&quot;&gt;Remove me from your f-lists. This journal shall be recycled &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you~&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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