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Name: Kurios/Kuu
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: mirthfulxsuppression@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: skyxhigh_dream
CHARACTER
Name: Tseng
Canon: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children Complete
Timeline: Post Advent Children Complete, pre Dirge of Cerberus
Personality:
Tseng is, outwardly, a simple man. When he is given orders, he carries them out infallibly, setting aside emotions and personal gain for the sake of the company. He adheres to protocol and sees that all missions and paperwork are thoroughly completed and properly recorded and filed away for archival purposes. He keeps his Turks in line and suffers the consequences for his men when they fail to meet up to the company's standards as well as oversees both the protection of the board of directors and the company via control of information.
Operating with a graceful efficiency, he completes each objective almost to the point of overachieving. Nothing is ever halfway with him. Over the years, he's honed his ability to see the bigger picture, break it down, and analyze the details of all the individual pieces that make up the whole. That isn't to say Tseng is a chess master. No, he still fails to plan for a number of possibilities and misses things (as it was a captive Rufus who’d successfully located Veld after Tseng spent weeks searching in the end). But he does operate very well under stress. Even if the situation might be dire, he remains calm and makes the time to alter his plan of action – and, thanks to that same composure, others don’t always pick up on it.
However, should one pay close attention, there is far more to this Wutainese man than what his job description might suggest – impressive though that may already be standing alone.
To begin, Tseng is the epitome of everything Wutai stands for. He was raised to have respect for his elders and superiors. This serves him well considering his job is to follow orders rather than question them. He maintains a fell grace, and though his face is usually a blank slate, there is always a welcoming and hospitable confidence somehow present on it. And if not hospitality, then he is the visage of responsibility, ever keenly aware of his surroundings and objectives. He is amiable and polite, always a pleasure to have around. Even though he is never the life of any event, he holds fast to Wutai traditions when outside of the work place – if invited to a dinner, he never eats first until everyone is seated and ready; he brings small gifts when invited to homes such as fireworks for Reno, a new pair of shades for Rude, or books or fruits for Elena; and he assists with clean-up when allowed. Of course, that isn't to say Tseng is a robot whose only setting is 'polite.' There have been a few times when, in the midst of friendly company, he has shown that he has a humorous side – a humorous side comprised of a rather clever and quick wit.
Tseng upholds what small fraction of the traditions he knows; not as a means to force his culture into the company nor cling desperately to a past he shed himself of but because the politesse has already become part of who he is a long time ago. When asked, he may discuss the traditions, holidays, cuisine, and language of his people, but he's never been seen or heard of indulging in any aspect of them aside from meals. Despite Wutainese being his first language, he very rarely speaks it unless it's needed for official business – in fact, the reason his English is so proper stems both from his personality and the fact that it is his second language.
But there is still a very human element to Tseng. While he upholds his duties, he is a man who values the life of others over his mission objectives, and the rest of the Turks often see that very dedication and compassion hidden underneath the outer, tempered layers of his heart. He does his best to look out for Reno, Rude, Elena, and the President without holding their hands – and, like Veld, he knows when to bear the burden without a single hint of complaint for his co-workers. Nonetheless, he recognizes when he has to get down to business and make use of his authority as Commander of the Turks. Rare is the day anyone other than Reno give him any kind of lip. That said, Tseng would never ask his Turks to do something that he would not do himself. And, chances are, he already has.
Those are the traits that the other Turks have come to respect in Tseng, the traits that helped him earn his position as the Commander. They realize his prowess on the field and in the office, but that alone can't measure Tseng's worth as an employee and weight as a leader. It's his ability to balance the human element with his duties as a Turk which has made the real difference.
And it's also those duties of a Turk that have tempered him. He has learned that his emotions and opinions bear no weight in his job; therefore, he rarely speaks out against the powers that be unless asked – and, even then, he's still not very dogmatic or forward about it. Even to his own Turks, he is strictly professional, so, as far as everyone else is concerned, he's pretty much the equivalent of a brick wall. An approachable, polite, honest, and welcoming brick wall, but a brick wall nonetheless. The others understand that these things are considered personal, and are not to be talked about or expressed very much. However, they have also come to understand that Tseng's silent confidence and actions speak far louder than any mere words could.
Tseng typically worked from HQ before Meteorfall, serving as the central hub for all the information his Turks called in. He’d process and update the plan of operation so as to ensure the objective was completed, but there were times he was still sent on the field to work alone, with other Turks, or even in collaboration with the SOLDIER sector. In such times, Tseng has been seen operating with the same confident focus as though he were in the office as well as reflecting the patience of a saint when need be.
On the field, his actions are swift and calm. And, while he's capable of compassion, as with all other Turks, you better pray he doesn't have orders to eradicate you for whatever reason. His method is often painless and quick, but there's rarely an ounce of regret or hesitation in his face or actions. Likewise, he will also willingly risk or forfeit his own life to complete an objective (if need be). His loyalty is unwavering and, despite the consideration and respect he holds for his Turks and those he works closely with, his soul bears no burdens for the lives he extinguishes. They are not forgotten, but he doesn't mourn over them under most circumstances.
First Person:
[ Appearing on screen, Tseng was already busy at work, catching up on the plethora of information that need be caught up on due to his absence in this new world. He appeared rather engrossed in the task, reading over the pages within the unmarked manila folder quickly while taking his own notes on the side. In particular, there were quick, long sweeps of the pen in hand, and he moved about almost disjointedly on the paper. Rest assured, though, that where Tseng was involved, there was always a very sound method. If Elena saw the feed, she may either presently notice, or later find out, that he was making a flow chart, a time-line of events for himself based off of the information he was able to find.
After a few minutes, when he did finally look up to reach for his cup of tea, he noticed the communicator was on and recording. He wasted no time in calmly addressing the public without the slightest hint of surprise or annoyance on his features or in his voice. In fact, Tseng used this unpleasant surprise as an opportunity to learn more about the city around him. ]
Would anyone know where I may find quality tea?
Third Person:
Showdown.
Tseng had endured worse odds before: being pinned under steel beams in a self-destructing submarine, facing down death in a sewer, evacuating Midgar while it crumbled, and being tortured by three Remnants of Sephiroth. What was a pack of Wargs against two guns and Materia when compared to those impossible circumstances?
He stood still, eyes flickering between the three hell hounds as they paced. They knew this human wasn't fast enough to out run them, even if there was anywhere to go that he could hide. And though humans normally carried weapons, they saw none, and an un-armed human was far from strong enough to take out one, let alone three.
But what they didn't know was that Tseng had his weapons holstered, hidden inside his jacket for occasions as these. Occasions wherein he took it upon himself to go out on the field and assist his Turks in dangerous field missions. He and Elena were to assist in the protection of a band of engineers and construction workers, securing the land and keeping wild beasts at bay while they extended the city limits, building new establishments to try and expand, to create more safe havens and outposts for men to keep watch on the affairs of their captors.
This sector was assumed to be safe and cleared, it had been a number of months since they began to expand, and there were no reports of missing workers or attacks for two weeks now. But these three Wargs in front of him were trying to prove him wrong, for one of them broke rank to lunge at him, fangs bared.
Tseng whipped out one of his guns, unlocking, cocking, and firing three rounds at its head. The Warg dug its claws into the ground, whipping off at a harsh angle to turn and dart to one side. The first bullet missed, the second pierced a shoulder and wrought a painful snarl from it, and the third grazed its temple. Bone was broken, but only to skim along the surface. It didn't pierce the skull or brain. That Warg was at least put down for a few seconds, a precious few seconds he would absolutely need, for the other two had immediately come at him--and where the first came at him head on, the other two attacked his flanks.
That, he had been expecting, but he did not expect the other two to swerve and criss-cross, switching sides. He'd pulled out his second gun just as quickly, and aimed for either one, but no shot landed. His face tightened and he moved, quickly, taking off at an angle to go between the incapacitated Warg and one that was beginning to circle around and come at him at the front.
He kept his calm though the beasts were closing in. He could feel the current of air as one reached out and swiped for the tail of his coat, and the other one, running parallel to him now instead of trying to get ahead of him, was closing the gap like any predator would before the pounce. And then it lunged at him, flying through the air. Tseng's heart was racing, beating like a runaway train, but his eyes only narrowed with focus. His mind was running through any number of thoughts just as quickly as his heart was pounding in his chest, but he would never let fear take over. Not even when the Remnants tortured him, did he dare let them see fear. No, to be afraid was to lose control of the situation, and to lose control was death. So as that Warg launched through the air at him, he tucked and rolled, holding both guns over his head.
Four rounds were fired into that creature's gut, he counted, always keeping track of the ammunition he had left to him, but he hadn't long to focus on that right now. He was more concerned with the other Warg that remained behind him. It had leaned to bear to Tseng's opposite side, used to the normal reactions of other wild animals to turn and go in the opposite direction. But when Tseng ducked and hit the ground, it slid in, claws again reaching for him. More rounds were fired at the third Warg, he was prepared for that one to come in and seal the deal just in case, but even predicting the instinctual behavior of wild animals, his reactions were still too slow. He was only human, after all.
It had already sank its claws into his leg, and it was trying to claw its way up to his torso by the time the first bullets pierced its shoulder. Both let out cries of pain, but both persisted in their goals, Tseng gritting his teeth as adrenaline kicked in and dulled the pain. It kept coming, teeth gnashing and spittle going everywhere between wild and nearly rabid barks and snarls. It tried to duck and weave, but it was nearly at point blank range, and it had been lucky to miss the first two bullets. The third one landed right between the eyes, killing it instantly.
The wind was knocked out of him when it dropped dead on top of him, and it was tempting to lie there for a second and recover, but the adrenaline would wear off soon, and these gashes would quickly bring him down at the rate they were bleeding. So he gathered himself up, shoved the hound off, and moved to sit under some brush to avoid the inevitable scavengers while tending to himself. The other two would die soon from blood loss if they weren't dead already--the head bleeds quickly and that many shots to the gut was lethal without immediate care. Even so, Tseng was still aware of the sounds around him while making use of his Cure Materia. And once his wounds were tended to well enough, he had to call Elena and the other members of the team. Others were moving in to take up the territory left behind from their previous sweeps, and he'd gotten lucky.
Name: Kurios/Kuu
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: mirthfulxsuppression@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: skyxhigh_dream
CHARACTER
Name: Tseng
Canon: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children Complete
Timeline: Post Advent Children Complete, pre Dirge of Cerberus
Personality:
Tseng is, outwardly, a simple man. When he is given orders, he carries them out infallibly, setting aside emotions and personal gain for the sake of the company. He adheres to protocol and sees that all missions and paperwork are thoroughly completed and properly recorded and filed away for archival purposes. He keeps his Turks in line and suffers the consequences for his men when they fail to meet up to the company's standards as well as oversees both the protection of the board of directors and the company via control of information.
Operating with a graceful efficiency, he completes each objective almost to the point of overachieving. Nothing is ever halfway with him. Over the years, he's honed his ability to see the bigger picture, break it down, and analyze the details of all the individual pieces that make up the whole. That isn't to say Tseng is a chess master. No, he still fails to plan for a number of possibilities and misses things (as it was a captive Rufus who’d successfully located Veld after Tseng spent weeks searching in the end). But he does operate very well under stress. Even if the situation might be dire, he remains calm and makes the time to alter his plan of action – and, thanks to that same composure, others don’t always pick up on it.
However, should one pay close attention, there is far more to this Wutainese man than what his job description might suggest – impressive though that may already be standing alone.
To begin, Tseng is the epitome of everything Wutai stands for. He was raised to have respect for his elders and superiors. This serves him well considering his job is to follow orders rather than question them. He maintains a fell grace, and though his face is usually a blank slate, there is always a welcoming and hospitable confidence somehow present on it. And if not hospitality, then he is the visage of responsibility, ever keenly aware of his surroundings and objectives. He is amiable and polite, always a pleasure to have around. Even though he is never the life of any event, he holds fast to Wutai traditions when outside of the work place – if invited to a dinner, he never eats first until everyone is seated and ready; he brings small gifts when invited to homes such as fireworks for Reno, a new pair of shades for Rude, or books or fruits for Elena; and he assists with clean-up when allowed. Of course, that isn't to say Tseng is a robot whose only setting is 'polite.' There have been a few times when, in the midst of friendly company, he has shown that he has a humorous side – a humorous side comprised of a rather clever and quick wit.
Tseng upholds what small fraction of the traditions he knows; not as a means to force his culture into the company nor cling desperately to a past he shed himself of but because the politesse has already become part of who he is a long time ago. When asked, he may discuss the traditions, holidays, cuisine, and language of his people, but he's never been seen or heard of indulging in any aspect of them aside from meals. Despite Wutainese being his first language, he very rarely speaks it unless it's needed for official business – in fact, the reason his English is so proper stems both from his personality and the fact that it is his second language.
But there is still a very human element to Tseng. While he upholds his duties, he is a man who values the life of others over his mission objectives, and the rest of the Turks often see that very dedication and compassion hidden underneath the outer, tempered layers of his heart. He does his best to look out for Reno, Rude, Elena, and the President without holding their hands – and, like Veld, he knows when to bear the burden without a single hint of complaint for his co-workers. Nonetheless, he recognizes when he has to get down to business and make use of his authority as Commander of the Turks. Rare is the day anyone other than Reno give him any kind of lip. That said, Tseng would never ask his Turks to do something that he would not do himself. And, chances are, he already has.
Those are the traits that the other Turks have come to respect in Tseng, the traits that helped him earn his position as the Commander. They realize his prowess on the field and in the office, but that alone can't measure Tseng's worth as an employee and weight as a leader. It's his ability to balance the human element with his duties as a Turk which has made the real difference.
And it's also those duties of a Turk that have tempered him. He has learned that his emotions and opinions bear no weight in his job; therefore, he rarely speaks out against the powers that be unless asked – and, even then, he's still not very dogmatic or forward about it. Even to his own Turks, he is strictly professional, so, as far as everyone else is concerned, he's pretty much the equivalent of a brick wall. An approachable, polite, honest, and welcoming brick wall, but a brick wall nonetheless. The others understand that these things are considered personal, and are not to be talked about or expressed very much. However, they have also come to understand that Tseng's silent confidence and actions speak far louder than any mere words could.
Tseng typically worked from HQ before Meteorfall, serving as the central hub for all the information his Turks called in. He’d process and update the plan of operation so as to ensure the objective was completed, but there were times he was still sent on the field to work alone, with other Turks, or even in collaboration with the SOLDIER sector. In such times, Tseng has been seen operating with the same confident focus as though he were in the office as well as reflecting the patience of a saint when need be.
On the field, his actions are swift and calm. And, while he's capable of compassion, as with all other Turks, you better pray he doesn't have orders to eradicate you for whatever reason. His method is often painless and quick, but there's rarely an ounce of regret or hesitation in his face or actions. Likewise, he will also willingly risk or forfeit his own life to complete an objective (if need be). His loyalty is unwavering and, despite the consideration and respect he holds for his Turks and those he works closely with, his soul bears no burdens for the lives he extinguishes. They are not forgotten, but he doesn't mourn over them under most circumstances.
First Person:
[ Appearing on screen, Tseng was already busy at work, catching up on the plethora of information that need be caught up on due to his absence in this new world. He appeared rather engrossed in the task, reading over the pages within the unmarked manila folder quickly while taking his own notes on the side. In particular, there were quick, long sweeps of the pen in hand, and he moved about almost disjointedly on the paper. Rest assured, though, that where Tseng was involved, there was always a very sound method. If Elena saw the feed, she may either presently notice, or later find out, that he was making a flow chart, a time-line of events for himself based off of the information he was able to find.
After a few minutes, when he did finally look up to reach for his cup of tea, he noticed the communicator was on and recording. He wasted no time in calmly addressing the public without the slightest hint of surprise or annoyance on his features or in his voice. In fact, Tseng used this unpleasant surprise as an opportunity to learn more about the city around him. ]
Would anyone know where I may find quality tea?
Third Person:
Showdown.
Tseng had endured worse odds before: being pinned under steel beams in a self-destructing submarine, facing down death in a sewer, evacuating Midgar while it crumbled, and being tortured by three Remnants of Sephiroth. What was a pack of Wargs against two guns and Materia when compared to those impossible circumstances?
He stood still, eyes flickering between the three hell hounds as they paced. They knew this human wasn't fast enough to out run them, even if there was anywhere to go that he could hide. And though humans normally carried weapons, they saw none, and an un-armed human was far from strong enough to take out one, let alone three.
But what they didn't know was that Tseng had his weapons holstered, hidden inside his jacket for occasions as these. Occasions wherein he took it upon himself to go out on the field and assist his Turks in dangerous field missions. He and Elena were to assist in the protection of a band of engineers and construction workers, securing the land and keeping wild beasts at bay while they extended the city limits, building new establishments to try and expand, to create more safe havens and outposts for men to keep watch on the affairs of their captors.
This sector was assumed to be safe and cleared, it had been a number of months since they began to expand, and there were no reports of missing workers or attacks for two weeks now. But these three Wargs in front of him were trying to prove him wrong, for one of them broke rank to lunge at him, fangs bared.
Tseng whipped out one of his guns, unlocking, cocking, and firing three rounds at its head. The Warg dug its claws into the ground, whipping off at a harsh angle to turn and dart to one side. The first bullet missed, the second pierced a shoulder and wrought a painful snarl from it, and the third grazed its temple. Bone was broken, but only to skim along the surface. It didn't pierce the skull or brain. That Warg was at least put down for a few seconds, a precious few seconds he would absolutely need, for the other two had immediately come at him--and where the first came at him head on, the other two attacked his flanks.
That, he had been expecting, but he did not expect the other two to swerve and criss-cross, switching sides. He'd pulled out his second gun just as quickly, and aimed for either one, but no shot landed. His face tightened and he moved, quickly, taking off at an angle to go between the incapacitated Warg and one that was beginning to circle around and come at him at the front.
He kept his calm though the beasts were closing in. He could feel the current of air as one reached out and swiped for the tail of his coat, and the other one, running parallel to him now instead of trying to get ahead of him, was closing the gap like any predator would before the pounce. And then it lunged at him, flying through the air. Tseng's heart was racing, beating like a runaway train, but his eyes only narrowed with focus. His mind was running through any number of thoughts just as quickly as his heart was pounding in his chest, but he would never let fear take over. Not even when the Remnants tortured him, did he dare let them see fear. No, to be afraid was to lose control of the situation, and to lose control was death. So as that Warg launched through the air at him, he tucked and rolled, holding both guns over his head.
Four rounds were fired into that creature's gut, he counted, always keeping track of the ammunition he had left to him, but he hadn't long to focus on that right now. He was more concerned with the other Warg that remained behind him. It had leaned to bear to Tseng's opposite side, used to the normal reactions of other wild animals to turn and go in the opposite direction. But when Tseng ducked and hit the ground, it slid in, claws again reaching for him. More rounds were fired at the third Warg, he was prepared for that one to come in and seal the deal just in case, but even predicting the instinctual behavior of wild animals, his reactions were still too slow. He was only human, after all.
It had already sank its claws into his leg, and it was trying to claw its way up to his torso by the time the first bullets pierced its shoulder. Both let out cries of pain, but both persisted in their goals, Tseng gritting his teeth as adrenaline kicked in and dulled the pain. It kept coming, teeth gnashing and spittle going everywhere between wild and nearly rabid barks and snarls. It tried to duck and weave, but it was nearly at point blank range, and it had been lucky to miss the first two bullets. The third one landed right between the eyes, killing it instantly.
The wind was knocked out of him when it dropped dead on top of him, and it was tempting to lie there for a second and recover, but the adrenaline would wear off soon, and these gashes would quickly bring him down at the rate they were bleeding. So he gathered himself up, shoved the hound off, and moved to sit under some brush to avoid the inevitable scavengers while tending to himself. The other two would die soon from blood loss if they weren't dead already--the head bleeds quickly and that many shots to the gut was lethal without immediate care. Even so, Tseng was still aware of the sounds around him while making use of his Cure Materia. And once his wounds were tended to well enough, he had to call Elena and the other members of the team. Others were moving in to take up the territory left behind from their previous sweeps, and he'd gotten lucky.
