~ MUN INFO ~
Name: Jennifer Parks
Age: 19
Email: somethinglikedestiny@yahoo.com
Messengers: AIM - SilverVixana

~ Character Info ~
Name: Rude
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6 ft. tall, weighs in around 250 lbs. but a lot of that is muscle. Dark, mocha-toned skin, intelligent brown eyes, bald, though by choice or not has yet to be determined. He always has on his sunglasses, though the only time he takes them off willingly is when he sleeps or showers, otherwise when they come off, it's because Reno likely knocked them off. Broad-shouldered, muscular and strong, he's easily the brawns behind a lot of the missions, though that's not to say he's not smart, because he's quite smart.
Personality: Calm and steady, almost like a Clydesdale horse, but when he's properly provoked, injured or sees someone dear to him get injured, he can fly a bit off the handle. Normally he's the one that keeps everyone calm, keeps them from panicking if things go wrong and he is ALWAYS a worrier, especially when it comes to fellow Turks, other ShinRa employees, family or innocents.
Preference (Heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual): Bisexual, though he oftentimes finds himself repulsed by the womenfolk after a harsh break-up with his last girlfriend.
Fandom: FF7
OU or AU: OU, because the Turks don't have all that much set information.
History: Rude grew up as Rudolph Andrew Urar in Costa Del Sol, or more affectionately called "Rudy" by family and relatives. He had a firm and steady home setting with two loving parents and two brothers, one younger and one older. It wasn't until he was in his later teens when he decided to move to Midgar and try to get hired on with ShinRa.
With his high test scores and superior fight skills, he was taken from the SOLDIER program at ShinRa and placed within the Turks. His tenure with the Turks so far has been good. He has an excellent record with them, is rarely, if ever late for duty, and the only time he has ever found himself in real mortal danger was after Reno, his newest partner, was signed on and paired with him.


~ RP SAMPLES ~
First Person: For the third time this week, I find myself wondering just WHY they ever paired me with this red-haired idiot. It wasn't bad enough that he nearly got us killed on Monday, but halfway through the day Thursday, he decided to mosey on into the office, and TODAY... Gods... NOW he was singing along with the radio, some sappy song about losing a girlfriend, a wife and a mistress all in the same day.


The road ahead was long, the day was young, and I was beginning to wonder if one could possibly die from overexposure to idiocy? Granter, I've only known Reno for a few weeks now, but other than that spectacular chase through the slums, I've yet to see anything that really made him stand out from the rest.


How was I to know that this was the mission that would let him shine? I certainly didn't, but I would find out soon enough.


Third Person: Resisting the urge to smack his forehead at the idiocy of Yazoo, Rude shot a glance out at Reno, sighing.

"I'm not here to hurt you I'm just here to fucking interrogate you, so stop with the prissy bitch act and shut the hell up." He stood in the center of the cell, looking the clone over.

"I highly doubt YOU would have cared for the baby, even if you wouldn't have had it stolen from you." Valentine took the kid... maybe he actually killed the little bastard... for some reason... I doubt that.

He looked out at Reno again and knew he'd heard Yazoo's stupidity taking root. "Where are you're brothers? Or wait... would you even know that,since obviously you can't be bothered to keep a close enough eye on your own child?" Push him.. push him until he tells what is needed....

"What...? Strike a nerve did I? Really, what kind of mother are you, just letting people run off with your own child? Gods, any good mother knows that you don't let others out of sight with the baby, unless you just..WANT...them to take the kid. You must be stupider than you look..." He smirked, wondering idly if the idiot would tell, or if he would spout off again.

He wished he would be a smartass, because he dearly wanted to hit him.

Not kill him... but a nice hard smack might knock a BIT of sense into him...