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Post by Cloud Strife on Jul 3, 2024 12:38:55 GMT -6
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Into the Dragon’s Den
Ah! Yeah. The venue indeed wasn’t imposing from an outside view, a modest facade belying its significance. For Cloud, who still grappled with the notion of finding strength within a group, stepping through those doors took a measure of courage. Solace in the company of others was not something he sought easily or often. The banner of the Dragonblades fluttered gently in the breeze. It was a symbol of camaraderie that Cloud had yet to fully embrace.
As he made his way into the hideout, the warmth of the hearth and the crackling fire muted the cold steel he carried within. The interior was cozy almost homely. One could almost forget the turbulent life of a mercenary. The aroma of hearty stew mingled with the scent of burning wood, creating an inviting atmosphere that seemed at odds with his solitary nature. A young woman of eastern descent greeted him, her smile a gentle balm to his unease.
“I’m here to join,” he stated simply, his words as straightforward as his intentions. Her welcoming demeanor eased his tension slightly, and after a brief discussion about policies and formalities, she guided him to Caius, the group’s leader, who was diligently training new recruits in the courtyard.
Cloud watched with a discerning eye as the recruits stumbled and faltered, their efforts clumsy and uncoordinated. It was a poor display for someone considering joining their ranks, but yet it didn’t deter him. He knew all too well that mastery required time and practice. He had once been a recruit himself. Alittle fledgling warrior striving to prove his worth. In truth many would dismiss him as never having been a true SOLDIER, if they knew his full story that is. But that was a tale for another time.
His mako - infused eyes followed Caius’s movements noting the precision and control with which he dispatched the recruits’ attempts. Caius moved with a grace that belied his strength, each motion calculated and efficient. Despite the recruits’ fumbling, Caius’s prowess was evident, a beacon of strength and discipline. Cloud couldn’t help but imagine himself in their place, but instead of fumbling they had, he'd wager he'd pose a challenge. Surely, Caius would recognize a formidable fighter when he saw one.
The sounds of clashing blades and Caius’s authoritative commands filled the courtyard, blending with the ambient noise of the tavern. The recruits, though lacking coordination, showed potential, and under Caius’s tutelage, they would undoubtedly improve. Cloud’s mind wandered briefly to his own training, the grueling sessions that had shaped him into the warrior he was today. He had faced countless adversaries both external and internal and each battle had left its mark on him.
For now though, Cloud kept his introduction brief. He approached Caius, his presence commanding attention even without words. Standing there, with the weight of his history and the promise of his future, he felt a strange mix of apprehension and anticipation. In his typically succinct manner he offered a simple “Hey.” His voice was steady, carrying the weight of unspoken resolve and a willingness to prove himself once again.
Cloud knew one thing for sure .. he was ready to face it head - on, with or without the support of the Dragonblades.
Post by Cloud Strife on Jun 13, 2024 8:29:17 GMT -6
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like seeing a ghost
Cloud sat quietly at a table in the dim corner of the tavern, the flickering candlelight casting shifting shadows across his brooding features. The low murmur of conversations and the clinking of mugs created a symphony of background noise, a soundtrack to the solitude he sought. His sharp, mako - infused eyes roamed the room with a detached vigilance, observing without truly seeing. He preferred the comfort of anonymity, blending into the shadows like a wraith.
Yet, the persistent sensation of being watched gnawed at him, unsettling the fragile peace he clung to. His gaze lifted, pinpointing the source of his unease. Oren, a man whose face stirred vague memories of the SOLDIER program, was staring intently. The recognition brought a cascade of emotions, memories of dreams unfulfilled and paths untaken. Cloud had never made it into SOLDIER, but he could still recognize the telltale signs in others. The disciplined posture, the haunted eyes — marks of a shared, if not fully understood, experience.
The intensity of Oren’s gaze was enough to push Cloud past his usual restraint. With a quiet sigh, he rose from his seat, each movement deliberate and purposeful. His boots echoed softly on the wooden floor, the crowd parting instinctively as he made his way across the room. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent testament to the storm brewing within him. Patrons whispered among themselves, casting curious glances at the unfolding scene. Even in a place where brawls were not uncommon, Cloud’s presence demanded attention.
He stopped in front of Oren’s table, his presence casting a long shadow over the seated man. The tavern’s warm glow flickered over Cloud’s stern face, highlighting the contours of his determined expression. Cloud’s eyes, glowing faintly with the eerie light of mako, locked onto Oren’s with an unyielding intensity. The noise around them seemed to fade, leaving a bubble of tense silence.
“What’s your problem?” His voice was low, a growl that rumbled with barely restrained irritation. The words were simple, but the weight behind them was undeniable. There was no mistaking the challenge in his tone, the demand for an explanation.
The memories of his time trying to get into SOLDIER resurfaced, mingling with the present tension.
The tavern’s atmosphere felt heavier with each passing second. Cloud’s presence seemed to press down on those around him, a silent testament to his strength and the battles he’d endured. The subtle shift of patrons moving further away didn’t escape his notice, but he kept his focus on Oren. Whatever this was about, he was ready to face it head-on, just as he always had.
Or it could genuinely be a harmless stare and Cloud is just being an unintentional douchebag.
Post by Cloud Strife on Jun 6, 2024 8:23:57 GMT -6
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Into the dragon’s den
Ever since Cloud found himself in the unfamiliar realm of Zephon, he’d been catching whispers .. more like continuous comments from peeps around .. about a group known as the Dragonblades. Rumor had it they were a diverse band of mercenaries who banded together to navigate the treacherous landscape and seize opportunities as they arose or so he heard. Normally, Cloud wasn’t one to be fond of groups. His past experiences had left him guarded and self-reliant due to Shinra, but also hopeful whenever he thought of AVALANCHE. But in this strange world, the realities of survival loomed large. Maintaining his gear alone was a costly endeavor, and without a steady stream of jobs, his resources were dwindling.
The city of Torensten was a bustling hub. The streets were alive with a variety of people and creatures, each with their own stories and struggles. Cloud maneuvered through the crowded avenues, his sharp mako tainted eyes scanning for the Dragonblades’ headquarters. The building eventually came into view, an imposing structure that stood out even among the grandeur of Torensten. It was a place that radiated strength and camaraderie, qualities Cloud both admired and mistrusted.
As he approached the headquarters, Cloud couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease. He hadn’t been invited. In fact, he didn’t even know if the Dragonblades accepted outsiders so readily. But the alternative was struggling alone in an unfamiliar world which seemed far less appealing. He took a moment to adjust the strap of his massive sword, a comforting weight on his back, and steeled himself for whatever lay beyond the threshold.
Post by Cloud Strife on Jun 4, 2024 19:52:23 GMT -6
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Just another job
The job had seemed simple: investigate and neutralize the threat plaguing the local farmer’s livelihood. Yet, as the hours waned, the simplicity of the task unraveled into complexity. The creatures he hunted were more than mere beasts it seemed. At least smart enough to avoid the detection of day. Cloud’s position was a calculated choice, offering a panoramic view of the farmland. From this vantage point, he could oversee the golden fields, now swaying ominously under the moon’s pale light. The crops had become a stage for a nocturnal ballet of destruction.
The farmer’s words echoed in his mind, painting a picture of devastation wrought by unseen marauders. Cloud could almost hear the cries of the animals, the sound of tearing flesh and snapping bones, a macabre symphony that played out each night since the troubles began.
And then there was the matter of the other adventurer that had accepted the job — the unknown variable in this equation. Cloud’s experience had taught him to expect the unexpected, to prepare for the possibility of betrayal or incompetence. Yet he also knew the value of an ally, the strength that could be found in unity. Would this partner prove to be a kindred spirit or another obstacle to overcome?
As the night deepened, Cloud’s senses remained alert, his body a coiled spring. The slightest sign, the faintest trail, would be enough to set him into motion. He was the hunter in the darkness, a sentinel standing against the chaos that threatened to engulf the land. The wait was a test of endurance .. a challenge to his resolve. But Cloud was no stranger to such trials. He would stand guard until the dawn if necessary for he was the shield that protected the innocent, the sword that would cut down the malevolent forces that dared to disturb the peace of Provo.
Post by Cloud Strife on Jun 2, 2024 11:42:55 GMT -6
reunited
Torensten, a realm of unfamiliar streets and faces, had welcomed Cloud Strife with both curiosity and suspicion. The cobblestone pathways whispered secrets, and the air carried a hint of magic — a blend of hope and uncertainty. Cloud’s arrival, like an uninvited guest at a grand masquerade, left him disoriented and questioning the whims of fate once again. The memories of his previous world clung to him like shadows, elusive and fragmented. How had he crossed the threshold into Torensten? The answer remained elusive as if buried beneath layers of forgotten dreams and half-remembered battles. Fate, that capricious weaver, had spun a new tapestry for him. One where the threads of destiny were knotted and tangled.
No familiar faces greeted him here. No Aerith, no Barret, no Tifa. Only strangers with curious glances and guarded expressions. Cloud’s sword, the iconic Buster Sword, felt heavier against his back, a constant reminder of his past life. He had been a hero once, a SOLDIER, but now he was a wanderer .. a nameless silhouette in a foreign land.
The wooden town board stood at the heart of Torensten, its surface etched with inked requests. Monster slaying, construction, patrols. The mundane tasks of a realm teetering on the edge of something greater. Cloud’s gaze swept over the parchment. Each quest a thread connecting him to this place. He wondered if he could find purpose here, if these deeds would fill the void left by Midgar’s crumbling memories. And then, as if orchestrated by some unseen conductor, a voice sliced through the ambient murmur. A voice that resonated with memories buried deep within Cloud’s psyche. “Cloud!” The syllables hung in the air, a lifeline thrown across the abyss. He turned, cerulean eyes narrowing, and there he was: Zack Fair, unmistakable even in this unfamiliar world.
Zack, his comrade, his friend — the one who had fought alongside him, laughed with him, and shared dreams of SOLDIER glory. How could Zack be here? How could he call out Cloud’s name when no one else knew it? The smirk that tugged at Cloud’s lips betrayed his stoicism. Zack had always seemed like the wild card, the spark that ignited hope even in the darkest of times.
“Zack,” Cloud replied, voice steady. “You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?” The memories surged .. a SOLDIER, the cryo sleep, Zack’s infectious laughter. They were more than friends. They were brothers forged in battle.
Post by Cloud Strife on Jun 2, 2024 0:06:37 GMT -6
Blossoms of reunion
The light of the midday sun was relentless, its rays unforgiving as they beat down upon the city of Provo. Cloud Strife, with his shock of spiky blond hair and the unmistakable Buster Sword strapped to his back, navigated the throngs of the merchant city. His mako-infused eyes took in the sights of the bustling populace with a sense of detachment. The laughter and haggling, the scent of spices mingling with the dust kicked up by the caravans, it all seemed so distant to him — like a scene from another life.
In the Midgar slums the sun was a rarity as it was often choked by the smog and the towering plates that segmented the city into sectors. Here, however, it was as if the sun sought to make up for its absence in his world, showering Provo with an abundance of warmth and light. It was overwhelming and almost suffocating, but Cloud moved through it with the ease of a seasoned warrior. His mind still partly on the mission he had just completed.
The beasts that had been terrorizing the local farms were no more and their threat neutralized by his blade. It was a job like any other, yet the gratitude of the farmers had been genuine. Their smiles untainted by the shadow of Shinra. It was a small comfort, a fleeting connection to the ordinary lives he fought to protect. As he approached a tavern, the promise of a cold drink and a moment’s peace beckoned him. The thought of a soft bed to ease the ache in his muscles was enticing. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Again.
A figure caught his eye, a presence that tugged at the fringes of his memory, stirring emotions he had long since buried. “Aerith…?” he murmured, the name a whisper on his lips. A ghost from his past. The sight of her, alive and unmarred by the tragedy that had befallen her, sent a jolt through him. Sephiroth’s cruel act, the blade, the blood — it all flashed before his eyes in a vivid, painful recollection. But this was no illusion, no trick of the mind. It was her. It was Aerith ..
Post by Cloud Strife on May 29, 2024 13:04:52 GMT -6
Cloud Strife
"Not interested."
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Cloud Strife
NICKNAMES:: Merc
GENDER:: Male
AGE:: 21
GAME OF ORIGIN:: Final Fantasy VII
ALIGNMENT:: heroic
EQUIPMENT:: (Buster Sword, Fire, Blizzard, and Haste Materia)
HEIGHT:: 5'7
HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: Blond hair, blue - greenish eyes, and pale skin.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: n / a
II. PERSONA
At first glance, Cloud appears cold and detached as he often keeps his emotions hidden behind a stoic facade. His experiences as a former member of the SOLDIER elite military group have shaped him into a reserved and independent individual. Despite his initial aloofness, Cloud possesses a strong sense of justice and a deep loyalty to his friends, which drives him to protect those he cares about at all costs.
Beneath his tough exterior, Cloud carries a burden of self-doubt and identity crisis. He struggles with his own past and the weight of his failures, which can lead to moments of introspection and vulnerability. At times, he grapples with feelings of unworthiness and battles with the inner turmoil caused by his own internal conflicts. However, these struggles only serve to make him more relatable and human, as he strives to overcome his personal demons and find his true self.
Cloud's true nature begins to shine through as his story progresses. He exhibits unwavering determination and resilience in the face of adversity, never backing down from a challenge. Despite his troubled past he possesses a strong sense of justice and a desire to protect the innocent. This selflessness is evident in his loyalty to his friends, as he readily puts himself in harm's way to ensure their safety. In addition to his personal growth, Cloud is also known for his exceptional combat skills. With his iconic Buster Sword in hand, he becomes a formidable warrior, capable of taking on powerful enemies. His combat style is marked by agility, speed, and a strategic mindset, making him a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
Overall, Cloud Strife's personality is a complex blend of stoicism, vulnerability, determination, and loyalty. His journey is not only one of physical battles, but also one of self-discovery and redemption.
III. HISTORY
Cloud Strife’s tale is one of courage and self-discovery, set against the backdrop of a world teetering on the brink of destruction. Born in the quiet mountain village of Nibelheim Cloud’s early years were marred by the loss of his father and a sense of alienation. Yet, he was driven by grand aspirations. Dreaming of becoming a hero like the elite SOLDIERs he idolized. With determination, he left his home to join Shinra’s military forces, aiming to rise through the ranks.
His path was not as he envisioned however. Cloud struggled to find his place as his dreams of joining SOLDIER slipped away as he remained a mere infantryman.
His reality was further complicated by a tangled web of memories — some true, some false —centered around the enigmatic figure of Sephiroth. Cloud’s identity and past became a puzzle he desperately needed to solve. Destiny brought Cloud to Midgar where he took up the life of a mercenary. It was here that he encountered AVALANCHE, a group defiantly standing against the oppressive Shinra Corporation. Initially detached and self-serving, Cloud’s involvement with AVALANCHE evolved from a mere job to a personal crusade. He found himself fighting not for money, but for a cause that resonated with his newfound sense of justice.
As Cloud’s journey unfolded, the fog of his false memories began to lift, revealing the truth of his existence. He was not the storied hero of his own imagination, but that realization did not deter him. Supported by allies like Tifa and driven by a newfound moral compass, Cloud embraced the true essence of heroism that was defined by sacrifice and the will to protect others, rather than titles or power.
The specter of Sephiroth cast a long shadow over Cloud’s life, a constant adversary whose presence was intertwined with Cloud’s own narrative. Their confrontations were monumental like a clash of ideals as much as swords. In vanquishing Sephiroth, Cloud did more than save the planet. He reclaimed his narrative, affirming that one’s future is not bound by their past, but by their own resolve.
Today, Cloud stands as a guardian of the planet, his title earned through perseverance and the deep connections he has made. His broadsword, once a symbol of his confused pursuit of glory, now represents his unwavering commitment to the world he has sworn to protect. Cloud’s story is a testament to the power of self-discovery and the enduring strength of the human spirit.
IV. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS:: Vic
OTHER CHARACTERS:: None.
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 10 years - ish
HOW YOU FOUND US:: Through King and Eve.
NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: I CAN DO IT.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: In the comforting embrace of Seventh Heaven, Cloud and Tifa find themselves wrapped in the nostalgia of their shared history. The bar with its familiar scents and sounds serves as a backdrop to their quiet reflections. Cloud, his blue eyes reflecting the dim light, takes a slow sip of his whiskey.
“You know,” he starts, his voice a low rumble, “I never thought I’d miss the stars of Nibelheim. But here, in this steel city, I find myself looking for them.”
Tifa, polishing a glass behind the bar, offers a small smile. “We used to make up stories about those stars, remember? You were going to be the hero who’d save the world.”
He chuckles, the sound tinged with a hint of melancholy. “Yeah, guess some dreams don't come true.”
His gaze lingers on her, acknowledging the truth of their journey from those innocent days to the present.
She leans forward as her elbows rested on the bar.“And what about you, Cloud? Do you think you’ve found what you were looking for in SOLDIER?”
His eyes darken, a shadow passing over his features. “I found more than I bargained for,” he admits. “Ghosts of the past and battles that never seem to end. But I also found something else — people worth fighting for.”
Tifa’s hand reaches out, covering his. “We’ve all got ghosts, Cloud. But we’ve got each other too. And that’s what counts.” They share a look, one that speaks volumes of the trials they’ve faced and the bond they’ve forged. It’s a bond that has carried them through the darkest of times, a beacon of hope in a world that often seems devoid of it.
As the night wears on, their conversation flows like the whiskey in their glasses — smooth, warm, and bittersweet. They speak of lost friends and future hopes, of the weight of the Buster Sword and the lightness of laughter. In Seventh Heaven amidst the echoes of their past Cloud and Tifa find solace in their unspoken understanding that, despite everything, they have each other, and perhaps, that is enough.
Ah! Yeah. The venue indeed wasn’t imposing from an outside view, a modest facade belying its significance. For Cloud, who still grappled with the notion of finding strength within a group, stepping through those doors took a measure of courage. Solace in the company of others was not something he sought easily or often. The banner of the Dragonblades fluttered gently in the breeze. It was a symbol of camaraderie that Cloud had yet to fully embrace.
