for fallenpuppets

Character Name: Rudolph Michael Zikra
Character Status: Afflicted
Character Age: 25


Backstory of character:
Rudolph (Rude) Michael Zikra was always big for his age. He was born to a middle class family, and was loved and well sheltered until his father passed away in a work related accident when he was five. This pushed his mother into a deep depression, and when she was unable to keep up rent on their home, they moved to a far poorer area of Traverse Town.

After Rude's father died, his mother never said another word. It didn't exactly bother Rude, who simply learned to get by in the silence. That was, until he met another boy in the slums. Reno, as he introduced himself was Rude's polar opposite in almost every way. At first glance there was nothing in common between the two of them, but Reno had a way of reading people and saying what Rude was thinking after a moment's glance.

Rude, who had grown unaccustomed to talking, found it to be rather comforting that he no longer had to. And standing at 6'6" tall, it pretty much insured that Reno would be able to get by saying as much as he darn well pleased.

Rude was a bar brawler by trade till the need to pay his rent made him get off his rear end and get a job. Now he works for ShinRa and is an excellent shot with any ranged weapon (9MM CZ model hand guns are his preference). Though he is a large man he can move without making a sound, as would be expected when sneaking up on a target. He is also well versed in hand to hand combat (TKD is his preference). He's the ballistics expert in his Turk unit and has a gift for crafting explosives.

</i>side info:</i> Rude likes to play the piano and is rather fond of girly drinks.

For kh_resistance
Name:Rudolph Michael Zikra (Rude)
Age: 25
Home world: Traverse Town
Affiliation: Netural(Turk, aka permanent conflict resolution specialist.)

Appearance
Rude is large, bald and very intimidating, standing at 6'6" in his stocking feet and weighing around 300 pounds. He used to have reddish colored hair, but a childhood illness has left him bald over the top of his head. He is of mixed ethnicity, getting his dark skin from his mother and his grey eyes from his father.

He always dresses in a neat Turk Suit at work, when he's in his free time he wears simple jeans and a tee-shirt. He is never, ever, without his sunglasses.

Personality
Rude's quiet, despite his nickname. He will rarely speak unless spoken to, and even then he will usually defer to his best friend, Reno. The only people he ever speaks to first are fellow Turks or someone he's been assigned to work with.

This doesn't mean that he's a cold person, quite the opposite, he's got a soft spot for anything loud and stupidly brave (see: Reno). And a big heart when it comes to his free time. Rude keeps his thoughts and feelings to himself. The only person who can really tell what he is thinking at all times is Reno.

Internally, Rude has a gift for separating his "Turk" self from himself. He does what is needed for his job and doesn't let it effect who he is outside of work. As long as he is with his fellow Turks he's pretty happy.

Bio
Rudolph (Rude) Michael Zikra was always big for his age. He was born to a middle class family, and was loved and well sheltered until his father passed away in a work related accident when he was five. This pushed his mother into a deep depression, and when she was unable to keep up rent on their home, they moved to a far poorer area of Traverse Town.

After Rude's father died, his mother never said another word. It didn't exactly bother Rude, who simply learned to get by in the silence. That was, until he met another boy in the slums. Reno, as he introduced himself was Rude's polar opposite in almost every way. At first glance there was nothing in common between the two of them, but Reno had a way of reading people and saying what Rude was thinking after a moment's glance.

Rude, who had grown unaccustomed to talking, found it to be rather comforting that he no longer had to. And standing at 6'6" tall, it pretty much insured that Reno would be able to get by saying as much as he darn well pleased.

Rude was a bar brawler by trade till the need to pay his rent made him get off his rear end and get a job. Now he works for ShinRa and is an excellent shot with any ranged weapon (9MM CZ model hand guns are his preference). Though he is a large man he can move without making a sound, as would be expected when sneaking up on a target. He is also well versed in hand to hand combat (TKD is his preference). He's the ballistics expert in his Turk unit and has a gift for crafting explosives.

*sits at a bar, sips drink*

*rubs at temples and smokes cigarette while looking at the new DDR machines*


((ahh, a bunch of fanpoodles walk into a bar and this is what you get. Just chill out, relax, have fun, be funny, show off icons. Yeah))

Damn Reno, had to sign me up for DDR when I wasn't looking...

Of course, I did win.

How was I to know that beating someone to death with the machine was against the rules? I mean, you should have seen the looks these people gave me. I got my money, but there are people telling me I should give it to the dead guys family.

Fuck that. You know what ShinRa pays me? I could use the subsidiary income.

On another note, I went to a discussion on Nietzsche and Kafka the other night. Amazing the literary parallels one can draw from people on two opposite sides of the political spectrum.