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| Bio: | Veld for ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} apurgatoriumPlayer’s Name: El Personal Journal: ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} elvaronContact Information: AIM: ethanus Character’s Name: Veld Character’s Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Character’s Personality: One of the pre-requisites for the job of Director of the Turks is ‘stone-faced bastard’. It’s right up there in the employee handbook, just above ‘cold-blooded killer’ and just below ‘must possess 10 years relevant work experience’. Granted, it’s in handwriting that looks suspiciously like Reno’s but it’s there, nonetheless. And Veld, as they said on the report of the selection committee, fits the criteria perfectly. To one who doesn’t know better, it would seem as though Veld’s maxim is ‘the job, the job, and nothing but the job’. But for those who know – and at his point in time from which veld comes from, most of these people are dead, or in a coffin in the basement of a mansion in Nibelheim – there’s a tiny footnote in the smallest possible typeface that says: * Subject to family commitments. Because despite the ability to eat his subordinates for lunch and his enemies for dinner, Veld’s actually quite a softie at heart. At least towards the people who matter to him. He’s been known for his attempts to shield his rookie Turks from the more horrific and traumatizing sides of the job. Beyond that, Veld is a Turk. That means: ruthless, cunning, and will not hesitate to resort to anything, as long as the ends justify the means. He can down alcohol like it’s water, and knows 32 ways to kill a man at a formal dinner and dance, all without getting his suit bloodied. Surprisingly, especially to those who regard Turks as mere thugs, Veld can be as slick and polished as Rufus Shinra, albeit with a bit less shoe shine and hair gel. It doesn’t mean he likes it. But in the corporate battlefield that is Shinra’s highest echelons, the ability to politick is not just a useful skill to have, it’s a survival tactic. Work-wise, Veld has a zero-tolerance policy towards bullshit (as defined in the Turkish Dictionary of Veldese as “anything that wastes his time and then some”). He also demands nothing but the best from his Turks. And “demand” usually involves yelling. A lot of it. Veld started out as a materia specialist, but later grew to rely on firearms. He still has a mean right hook, though. Call him ‘Verdot’ and he’ll be happy to demonstrate the strength of said right hook on your jaw. Verdot might be the name that was on his birth certificate, but Veld is no stinking hoity-toity red wine. Canonical/History link: Little of Veld’s canon background is known. He’s a mystery wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a Turk suit. We do know that he worked with Vincent Valentine, and that at some point, he had a wife and a daughter in Kalm. Due to one of his orders being misheard, however, a SOLDIER team he was leading mistakenly razed Kalm, including the house that Veld’s family stayed in. Arriving on the scene, a horrified Veld attempted a rescue attempt that failed, leaving him with severe burns on his right arm. The arm eventually have to be amputated (canon does not describe the extent of the damage; I peg it as an amputation from the elbow down). Hojo outfitted him with a prosthetic arm that contained a materia slot. Consumed with guilt and believing his wife and child dead, Veld shut down all his emotions and threw himself into his work. Years later, however, he discovered the truth – not only had Felicia survived, she was now one of the leaders of Avalanche. More sinister, however, was the fragment of summon materia implanted into her by Shinra scientists that was slowly draining her life. A materia capable of summoning a creature strong enough to rent the world asunder. Torn between duty and family, Veld ultimately made the choice to leave the Turks in Tseng’s hands, and set off after Elfe, attempting to find a way to save her. He was promptly branded a traitor, and a ‘kill on sight’ order was issued by the President. However, such was the loyalty of the Turks towards the former director that, when sent after him, they defected to his side instead. The summon materia was eventually used, in incomplete form, in hopes of saving Elfe’s life, while only summoning a weakened Jade Weapon that could be defeated in battle. In that instant -- cue flash of white light. Cue Elfe disappearing. Cue darkness… Cue Veld awakening in Purgatorium. Sample RP Log: The first thing he felt was … cheated. Damn well robbed, outwitted by some stupid twist of fate. It had been so long since he’d last been outsmarted by anyone… or anything, that the taste of fury and defeat was especially bitter on his tongue. They had been so close to saving Felicia. The very fate of the world had hung in the balance. And then— --bam. Flat on his back in a gutter. With the headache from hell. In a city he didn’t recognize, and was damn sure wasn’t Midgar, even if it looked like some cheap copy of it. He could tell. Of course he could tell. The smell was different. The gutter was definitely Midgarian, though. It certainly didn’t have the decency to be empty. And he really didn’t want to know what was in it. Besides himself. He hoped it was just water. Very carefully, he blinked. When he opened his eyes again, the strange city still hadn’t gone away. Right. “Reno,” he said, with deceptive calm. “You know what happened to the last person who spiked my drink. If you get me an esuna pronto-stat, I’ll consider letting off lightly by only remaining one new one.” The words bounced off walls. And the world showed no inclination towards resumption of normality. Whatever this drug or alcohol induced hallucination was, it was here to stay. Veld closed his eyes and sighed. And then, very deliberately, with the perfect enunciation of someone who moved in the highest of high society, he eloquently released a blistering string of expletives at exit materia, scientists, damn Shinra scientists, and where they could damn well stuff that damn exit materia. Nearby, paint peeled off the walls. Nothing much else happened. Alright, he thought sourly. Let’s assume for a moment that this is real. If this city wasn’t Midgar, then there was a good chance that it wasn’t even Gaia. The thought didn’t perturb him unduly – after 35 years in the business, nothing fazed him. It wasn’t the first time he’d been involved in an accident involving exit materia, although the last time, he’d at least had Reno around to take his temper out on. It hadn’t gotten them back from the Chocobo Sage’s any faster, but it had made him feel a great deal better. No, the relocation was just downright annoying. It ranked right up there with the time Heidegger had decided to lead a raid on the HoneyBee Inn when the President had been personally enjoying Chocobo Night Special. The resulting nuclear fallout had caused Veld to miss Felicia’s kindergarten graduation… and the nuclear fallout from that could have leveled Junon. It was just as well that the relocation was temporary, he figured. And it had to be temporary, because neither space nor time nor different planets were going to get in the way of an angry Veld who just wanted to go home. And this Veld was very angry. | ||||
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