SOLDIER Honor

Gamma had just opened the door to the Training Room, when a beast that seemed all to farmiliar to him, lunged infront of him. Too late to reach for his holster, he cast a fire spell immediatle which set the WEAPON ablaze. Watching it transform to ash in a matter of seconds, Gamma gave a slight smirk. Gamma entered the stairwell, and with no hesiatation, pulled out his rapier nd began slashing away at the continuous raid creatues. He darted up the flights, until, all so suddenly, his rapier was knocked from his hand by yet another WEAPON. "You worthless creatin!" As the sword fell to the depths of the building, Gamma thrust his arm forward, engulfed in flames, sending the monster flying into the seemingly bottomless pit past the stairs. Diving in head first, he exclaimed, "I'm not finished yet." He spread his gray wing afar and flew in to get his sword near the bottom. The creature, still suspended in the air, was soon massacured in mid-decention. Darting up to the top of the stairs, he took hold of the railing on the top floor. "Hmph. It's been 10 years. 10 years of this senseless fighting." He felt dizzy, but marched onward. The top floor was all too quiet. He walked slowly to the only room on the floor. He put his sword away and frowned as he saw his worst enemy before him. "Hello, Director."

 

Sanctuary. Like home was supposed to be. Like they were supposed to protect. She stopped, almost shocked by how bitter her thoughts were. She had thought that her past with SOLDIER was in the past, but apparently not. Her throat ached, and she swallowed, then went to the front, where the altar would have been. Now there was just a blast mark in the floor from past battles, and small scuff marks of blood. She knelt by one, gently rubbing it with her thumb. Someone had died here. She wondered who they had been, who they would have been had they lived. Standing up, she locked away her feelings. They were only a hindrance.

 

Can I join?

Character name: Demetrio
Age: 23
appearance plus add long hair not short

Job Occupation: Item/Weapon/Materia Shop owner Ex-SOLDIER 1st class
Weapon-3 4ft retractable black blades 1 in each sleave and 1 in side his trenchcoat
personality: varies but is usually very cold
info: he was a former soldier first class but was discharged due to injuries on his right leg and his left and right arm caused by a raging dual-horn though they are healed he feels he no longer belongs
other info: he sells some of the best materia and weapons also he is a skilled fighter and magic user but always acts as if he is powerless (unless he is in danger)
powers:immunity to gunfire and can render himself Immaterial (he is not able to be harmed but he also cant harm you)
Preview post: Demetrio turned the sign on his shop door to where it said closed then he walked away, sat down on his porch, and opened a beer,then took a drink,remembering fond but sad memories of his time in soldier

 

damn isnt that a coincedence but like i said well i suppose since i have long hair also i can make it to where he look different maybe this? except sleeves are longer and hair is longer

now its not

 

Hitomi moved cautiously through the dark hallway. Where are you hiding? She looked around. There were splatters of blood on the walls. Looks like this has been taken care of. She kept a firm grip on her weapon speeding up a bit.

OOC: short post D:

 

OCC: Does someone wanna be the director or can I just make up his lines?

 

OOC: is my character accepted or no?