Post by ninjax900 on Oct 8, 2010 17:56:44 GMT -5
(THE NEW AND IMPROVED!)
(Custom template I designed for a different site, but retains all the required materials. I know that appearance and stuff isn't required, but I felt like doing as much anyways. BECAUSE I CAN!)
Standard Information
Name: Cid Highwind
Nicknames: "Captain"
Race: Human
Age: 36 (assuming this is shortly after DoC)
Gender: Male
Appearance Information
Hair: Short, and spiky blond, like Cloud's but shorter, and more upright.
Eyes: Ocean Blue
Height: 5'8"
Weight: Somewhere around 200-240 lbs.
Body Build: Slim, slick, and semi-muscular.
Skin Tone: Caucasian. Not too light, not too dark.
Marks/Scars: No visible ones outside of his outfit.
Clothing Appearance Information
Head/Face: He wears a brown pair of leather goggles that he keeps on his brow.
Top: Sky blue short sleeved T-Shirt
Arms/Hands: Thick brown leather gloves that go halfway to his elbow, complete with silver buckle.
Bottom: Around his waist, he has a brown jacket tied up at the sleeves, and a pair of dark denim blue jeans.
Feet: Dark brown work boots.
Jewelry/Other: Red ribbon tied just underneath left sleeve of shirt. On top of that, he has a silver necklace with a small pendant.
Clothing Quality: Well kept, and clean.
Item Information
Weapon(s): His spear, the Great Gospel, as seen in Advent Children.
Items: A neverending supply of cigarettes, and his ship, The Highwind, decked out with a really well crafted image of a woman plastered to the floor of the cockpit. ;D
Personal Information:
Attitude/Personality: Cid has a bit of a loud, crude mouth, often speaking with curses too dark to not be censored. However, that does not mean that he can't be a good friend to those he has around him. He will often drop what he's doing just to make sure that his friends can continue.
He's often found with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, which doesn't help the fact that he is starting to look old and decrepit in the first place. He often smiles a lot too, showing that regardless of his stress, he can manage his way around it.
Biography: Cid goes back farther than most of the standard Canon characters, as he is one of the oldest, and his history shows that well. A long time ago, he had a dream. A dream of being the first man in space. He did what he could to make that dream come true. He nearly made it, but he ended up having to call off his space expedition long before it began.
Because of Shera being in the wrong place, they had to cut the launch, and did it badly, and the rocket tipped slightly, screwing with the engines, and making the ship unusable. Thus the rocket left hesitating before a launch that will never take place.
Shera lives at home waiting for Cid to return while he's out adventuring. He's currently in charge of the air fleet that they have waiting at their disposal.
Excess Information:
Other: Cid is a remake as I have used him before here on this site.
RP Experience: About 7 years, Counting offline roleplaying.
RP Example:
Cid opened his eyes. As with almost every day, he was greeted by the site of cold metal the dim lights of his room. Not that he was complaining. The room he slept in was in great shape, but it seemed that it was so small.
He was currently in bed aboard his ship, The Highwind, which was currently docked above the port in Nibelheim. The wind was only a soft breeze at the moment, which meant there was no major pressure on either side of the ship, and everything was staying perfectly level.
He got out of bed, and pulled on his shirt. Commonly, he slept in his jeans, so there wasn't much to do when he got up. He pulled on his boots, gloves, and goggles while he was on his way to the cockpit. He figured that they should check out things in Wutai. Things had never been the same since the war ended those many years ago.
He stepped into the doorway and looked around. There it was. The pride and joy of his life. His ship was active, and the crew members all saluted when he entered through the door. That's what he called respect. Respect that a captain like him deserved.
He stepped over and smiled at his first mate. "So how's everything running?"
"Smooth as butter, sir. Everything is as it should be."
"Yer damn right it is! This is my kind of life. Waking up and taking place behind the wheel of my ship with the best crew on the whole goddamn planet!"
A loud cheer erupted from the men on the deck.
"Shaddup and get back to work." He jokingly growled before taking place behind the wheel. Today was just another great day in Cid's Playground.
(Custom template I designed for a different site, but retains all the required materials. I know that appearance and stuff isn't required, but I felt like doing as much anyways. BECAUSE I CAN!)
Standard Information
Name: Cid Highwind
Nicknames: "Captain"
Race: Human
Age: 36 (assuming this is shortly after DoC)
Gender: Male
Appearance Information
Hair: Short, and spiky blond, like Cloud's but shorter, and more upright.
Eyes: Ocean Blue
Height: 5'8"
Weight: Somewhere around 200-240 lbs.
Body Build: Slim, slick, and semi-muscular.
Skin Tone: Caucasian. Not too light, not too dark.
Marks/Scars: No visible ones outside of his outfit.
Clothing Appearance Information
Head/Face: He wears a brown pair of leather goggles that he keeps on his brow.
Top: Sky blue short sleeved T-Shirt
Arms/Hands: Thick brown leather gloves that go halfway to his elbow, complete with silver buckle.
Bottom: Around his waist, he has a brown jacket tied up at the sleeves, and a pair of dark denim blue jeans.
Feet: Dark brown work boots.
Jewelry/Other: Red ribbon tied just underneath left sleeve of shirt. On top of that, he has a silver necklace with a small pendant.
Clothing Quality: Well kept, and clean.
Item Information
Weapon(s): His spear, the Great Gospel, as seen in Advent Children.
Items: A neverending supply of cigarettes, and his ship, The Highwind, decked out with a really well crafted image of a woman plastered to the floor of the cockpit. ;D
Personal Information:
Attitude/Personality: Cid has a bit of a loud, crude mouth, often speaking with curses too dark to not be censored. However, that does not mean that he can't be a good friend to those he has around him. He will often drop what he's doing just to make sure that his friends can continue.
He's often found with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, which doesn't help the fact that he is starting to look old and decrepit in the first place. He often smiles a lot too, showing that regardless of his stress, he can manage his way around it.
Biography: Cid goes back farther than most of the standard Canon characters, as he is one of the oldest, and his history shows that well. A long time ago, he had a dream. A dream of being the first man in space. He did what he could to make that dream come true. He nearly made it, but he ended up having to call off his space expedition long before it began.
Because of Shera being in the wrong place, they had to cut the launch, and did it badly, and the rocket tipped slightly, screwing with the engines, and making the ship unusable. Thus the rocket left hesitating before a launch that will never take place.
Shera lives at home waiting for Cid to return while he's out adventuring. He's currently in charge of the air fleet that they have waiting at their disposal.
Excess Information:
Other: Cid is a remake as I have used him before here on this site.
RP Experience: About 7 years, Counting offline roleplaying.
RP Example:
Cid opened his eyes. As with almost every day, he was greeted by the site of cold metal the dim lights of his room. Not that he was complaining. The room he slept in was in great shape, but it seemed that it was so small.
He was currently in bed aboard his ship, The Highwind, which was currently docked above the port in Nibelheim. The wind was only a soft breeze at the moment, which meant there was no major pressure on either side of the ship, and everything was staying perfectly level.
He got out of bed, and pulled on his shirt. Commonly, he slept in his jeans, so there wasn't much to do when he got up. He pulled on his boots, gloves, and goggles while he was on his way to the cockpit. He figured that they should check out things in Wutai. Things had never been the same since the war ended those many years ago.
He stepped into the doorway and looked around. There it was. The pride and joy of his life. His ship was active, and the crew members all saluted when he entered through the door. That's what he called respect. Respect that a captain like him deserved.
He stepped over and smiled at his first mate. "So how's everything running?"
"Smooth as butter, sir. Everything is as it should be."
"Yer damn right it is! This is my kind of life. Waking up and taking place behind the wheel of my ship with the best crew on the whole goddamn planet!"
A loud cheer erupted from the men on the deck.
"Shaddup and get back to work." He jokingly growled before taking place behind the wheel. Today was just another great day in Cid's Playground.