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likeabossThey talk about him constantly – when he is up, when he is asleep, when he is among them, when he is not with them. Where he walks, it’s as though there is a cloud made of whispers follows him everywhere, just like their eyes. When he speaks, they listen carefully not because they wish to be kind, but because they are measuring each word, trying to see if there is something he can give them, or if there is a weakness – an inconsistency – that they expose, blow completely out of proportion to their own benefit.
A lesser man would have been upset. A lesser man would have felt pressured, would have worried, would have grown small and thin (or, in the case of his father, immense and fat) from paranoia, surrounding themselves with bodyguards and finding means to elevate themselves beyond the reach of anything and anyone who could harm them.
Rufus Shinra is different. He has long since realized that his existence is all about talk, whether he is the one doing it or someone else is doing it for him. He has long since learned to use it to his advantage, regardless of the situation. What was that about publicity? If there was a book on such a thing, on how good and bad always helped one in the long run, Rufus was probably the man who wrote it.
“Cherry.”
“Sir?”
“My tea, if you will.”
“O-of course, sir.”
He followed his secretary with his eyes from over the papers that he was reading. Cherry was the third he has gone through since he returned to the capital. She’s a sweet thing, doe-eyed and earnest, obviously uncomfortable in the clothes of her profession. She had the tendency to stick her tongue out just a bit from the side of her mouth when she was transcribing something particularly complicated.
Rufus had not missed the way she has tried to catch his attentions. It would be easy to think that this was the typical lobbying of a woman caught in a man’s world, using her own as currency. Rufus was hardly ever fooled by what came off as ‘easy’. She was either hoping to ingratiate herself to him for her own purposes or to ingratiate herself to him for someone else’s.
He had thought that it was a former. That was precisely why he had made sure to run several background checks (subtle, of course). Because one couldn’t always trust one’s judgment. One always had to be careful.
The verdict: she’s just a nice girl who happens to be rather pretty. She isn’t smart enough to make it on her own merit; she isn’t cunning enough to consider the advantages of coming unto one’s boss beyond the romantic notion of raunchy, scandalous sex behind the closed doors of his office, or some sweet bedroom dancing in one of his many, luxurious apartments.
The fact: everybody’s just nice.
The consideration: Not everyone happens to be rather pretty.
“Here, sir.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
The touch on her sleeve and her hand was deliberate. When Cherry’s eyes lifted up to meet his, Rufus smiled.
Tonight was bound to prove most interesting for him.
OOC
Name: Kae
Contact: derridamustdie (AIM) / derridamustdie@gmail.com
Age: 26
IC
Name: Rufus Shinra
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
History:
Link Here
Age: 25 years old
Canon point: Right after the end of Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. He’s been healed of his Geostigma, and Midgar has been saved by the combined efforts of AVALANCHE and his own Turks.
Personality:
Cool, calm, collected, confident and driven to an almost disturbing degree – Rufus has just the sort of personality that one needs to succeed in the business world, regardless of the cost, and come out clean at the end of the day, no matter who happens to be talking or sniffing around. He’s charming and witty, but also aloof and ruthless when it comes to getting what he wants. He enjoys the thrill and decadence that living the high life gives him, but is ultimately attached to nothing. People are pawns, meant to be used and abused, and Rufus, because of his brilliance, his sharp instincts and fine-tuned eye for potential business ventures and personal opportunity, is a master at moving them. He proves himself truly capable of doing so, more often than not.
With that in mind, most may think that Rufus is the sort of chess master who likes to hide in the shadows, in order to reduce the possibility of him getting caught in his own game. Rufus, however, sets himself apart by being the sort of leader who is as hands on as he can possibly be, without compromising himself too much – he is not one to tolerate incompetence, and trusts very few others beyond himself with the sort of plans he has, or the work that must be done. This may also be part of his personal strategy to assure his underlings that he is ALWAYS watching, and always ready to dispose of them should they fall short in his eyes, in any fashion. No one is exempt from the measuring stick that Rufus uses with the world; not even family. This is a man who, if offered a lucrative deal, would be willing to sell his own family out for it. He’ll even haggle for the best possible price.
Rufus wasn’t always this merciless, nor was he always inclined to view things – objects, social constructs or people – in terms of their market value or measured against his sense of personal economy. People don’t get that cold or develop such an exacting world view overnight… it is often the result of a culmination of many factors that twist them into what they are at the moment. Rufus is no exception.
The only son of President Shinra, Rufus, like many other only heirs to large corporations built on shady deals and dirty money, was taken from his mother at a very young age and raised by a collection of nursemaids, bodyguards and tutors. His education and “development” as a person were closely monitored… it was of utmost importance that the young master grew up exactly the way his father wanted him, with all the tools and skills he’d need to take over the business but not be a threat, in any way, to his old man. He wasn’t a son: he was an investment. And he wasn’t allowed to enjoy having a mother in as much as his mother wasn’t allowed to have a chance to care and love for him. The only person who dared to treat the young master Shinra as a human being and not a fragile object was Tseng, whom the President had assigned as Rufus’ personal bodyguard. Up until now, for reasons beyond the fact that Tseng treated him with kindness and affection, Tseng is perhaps one of the only people in Rufus’ life who matters to the young man.
If things had proceeded in this fashion without interruption, Rufus would have either turned into just another wild but useless rich delinquent wandering the streets of Midgar, or he a lost and vulnerable soul starved for love and human company. All of this untapped energy and potential and all of these feelings of loneliness and inadequacy turned to cold bitterness and hatred, however, when Rufus’ mother’s contracted a debilitating disease from Mako exposure. Rather than attempt to seek a cure or even care for her in the barest, humane fashion, Rufus’ father wasted no time in finding a new girl to hang off of his arm during social events and promptly shipped his wife – ‘that useless woman’ – off to some backwater country estate of his, where she could quietly expire out of his sight. Rufus was not allowed to visit her: his father wished for him to forget the woman, and focus on his studies, on being an ideal son and useful person. Failing at that, of course, meant suffering from the same fate as his mother.
Rufus never forgot. Hence, at the age of fourteen, the boy began to plot against his father, making it his goal in life to seize control of the family empire for himself. He wanted to take everything for himself, and make it even greater than anything his father could have hoped to achieve. It was at that point that he grew cold, and directed everything of himself towards achieving that goal. In my opinion, in fact, the reason why Rufus was holed up in Junon even though he was Vice President was because his father had recognized him as a threat and therefore needed him out of the way. He was just about ready to take over everything when Sephiroth came in and did the job for him.
At the end of the day, though, Rufus is not a megalomaniac, nor an unfeeling machine. “Megalomaniac” is an unkind word to use, in fact, and really: maybe it doesn’t quite suit Rufus all that well. He wants to stay on top of things, values control and prestige and power, but there’s little fun to be had in simply gathering power and resources for their own sake. Best to seek to take over things because one is worthy of the position, because one has the vision for change, transformation, and improvement. And it’s pointless, in the end, if taking over everything risks destroying it. There’s no fun, after all, in being king of a mountain of ash. Besides, even a man like him is familiar with needless suffering, and dealing with the sins of one’s forefathers. Collateral damage is a given, and something that one can minimize. Complete and total destruction or the mindless accumulation of power for no actual purpose, however, serves no purpose.
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Types of sex I am OK with: Oral, anal, noncon/dubcon, S&M play
Kinks or practices I enjoy: Bondage, toys, blood play, abrasions, burning, biting, breath control/choking, discipline, flogging/whipping/paddling, ice
Types of sex I'm not OK with: Vore, wet & messy, watersports and similar things
Kinks or practices I don't enjoy: Mutilation/amputation/castration, enemas, diapers, scat, swallowing feces/urine/vomit
Willing to write rape or dubcon?: Yep.
Is fade to black OK?: Yes!
If there's anything you've got in mind but you're not sure whether I'm good with it or not, just ask! I'm usually open to whatever.
A lesser man would have been upset. A lesser man would have felt pressured, would have worried, would have grown small and thin (or, in the case of his father, immense and fat) from paranoia, surrounding themselves with bodyguards and finding means to elevate themselves beyond the reach of anything and anyone who could harm them.
Rufus Shinra is different. He has long since realized that his existence is all about talk, whether he is the one doing it or someone else is doing it for him. He has long since learned to use it to his advantage, regardless of the situation. What was that about publicity? If there was a book on such a thing, on how good and bad always helped one in the long run, Rufus was probably the man who wrote it.
“Cherry.”
“Sir?”
“My tea, if you will.”
“O-of course, sir.”
He followed his secretary with his eyes from over the papers that he was reading. Cherry was the third he has gone through since he returned to the capital. She’s a sweet thing, doe-eyed and earnest, obviously uncomfortable in the clothes of her profession. She had the tendency to stick her tongue out just a bit from the side of her mouth when she was transcribing something particularly complicated.
Rufus had not missed the way she has tried to catch his attentions. It would be easy to think that this was the typical lobbying of a woman caught in a man’s world, using her own as currency. Rufus was hardly ever fooled by what came off as ‘easy’. She was either hoping to ingratiate herself to him for her own purposes or to ingratiate herself to him for someone else’s.
He had thought that it was a former. That was precisely why he had made sure to run several background checks (subtle, of course). Because one couldn’t always trust one’s judgment. One always had to be careful.
The verdict: she’s just a nice girl who happens to be rather pretty. She isn’t smart enough to make it on her own merit; she isn’t cunning enough to consider the advantages of coming unto one’s boss beyond the romantic notion of raunchy, scandalous sex behind the closed doors of his office, or some sweet bedroom dancing in one of his many, luxurious apartments.
The fact: everybody’s just nice.
The consideration: Not everyone happens to be rather pretty.
“Here, sir.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
The touch on her sleeve and her hand was deliberate. When Cherry’s eyes lifted up to meet his, Rufus smiled.
Tonight was bound to prove most interesting for him.
OOC
Name: Kae
Contact: derridamustdie (AIM) / derridamustdie@gmail.com
Age: 26
IC
Name: Rufus Shinra
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
History:
Link Here
Age: 25 years old
Canon point: Right after the end of Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. He’s been healed of his Geostigma, and Midgar has been saved by the combined efforts of AVALANCHE and his own Turks.
Personality:
Cool, calm, collected, confident and driven to an almost disturbing degree – Rufus has just the sort of personality that one needs to succeed in the business world, regardless of the cost, and come out clean at the end of the day, no matter who happens to be talking or sniffing around. He’s charming and witty, but also aloof and ruthless when it comes to getting what he wants. He enjoys the thrill and decadence that living the high life gives him, but is ultimately attached to nothing. People are pawns, meant to be used and abused, and Rufus, because of his brilliance, his sharp instincts and fine-tuned eye for potential business ventures and personal opportunity, is a master at moving them. He proves himself truly capable of doing so, more often than not.
With that in mind, most may think that Rufus is the sort of chess master who likes to hide in the shadows, in order to reduce the possibility of him getting caught in his own game. Rufus, however, sets himself apart by being the sort of leader who is as hands on as he can possibly be, without compromising himself too much – he is not one to tolerate incompetence, and trusts very few others beyond himself with the sort of plans he has, or the work that must be done. This may also be part of his personal strategy to assure his underlings that he is ALWAYS watching, and always ready to dispose of them should they fall short in his eyes, in any fashion. No one is exempt from the measuring stick that Rufus uses with the world; not even family. This is a man who, if offered a lucrative deal, would be willing to sell his own family out for it. He’ll even haggle for the best possible price.
Rufus wasn’t always this merciless, nor was he always inclined to view things – objects, social constructs or people – in terms of their market value or measured against his sense of personal economy. People don’t get that cold or develop such an exacting world view overnight… it is often the result of a culmination of many factors that twist them into what they are at the moment. Rufus is no exception.
The only son of President Shinra, Rufus, like many other only heirs to large corporations built on shady deals and dirty money, was taken from his mother at a very young age and raised by a collection of nursemaids, bodyguards and tutors. His education and “development” as a person were closely monitored… it was of utmost importance that the young master grew up exactly the way his father wanted him, with all the tools and skills he’d need to take over the business but not be a threat, in any way, to his old man. He wasn’t a son: he was an investment. And he wasn’t allowed to enjoy having a mother in as much as his mother wasn’t allowed to have a chance to care and love for him. The only person who dared to treat the young master Shinra as a human being and not a fragile object was Tseng, whom the President had assigned as Rufus’ personal bodyguard. Up until now, for reasons beyond the fact that Tseng treated him with kindness and affection, Tseng is perhaps one of the only people in Rufus’ life who matters to the young man.
If things had proceeded in this fashion without interruption, Rufus would have either turned into just another wild but useless rich delinquent wandering the streets of Midgar, or he a lost and vulnerable soul starved for love and human company. All of this untapped energy and potential and all of these feelings of loneliness and inadequacy turned to cold bitterness and hatred, however, when Rufus’ mother’s contracted a debilitating disease from Mako exposure. Rather than attempt to seek a cure or even care for her in the barest, humane fashion, Rufus’ father wasted no time in finding a new girl to hang off of his arm during social events and promptly shipped his wife – ‘that useless woman’ – off to some backwater country estate of his, where she could quietly expire out of his sight. Rufus was not allowed to visit her: his father wished for him to forget the woman, and focus on his studies, on being an ideal son and useful person. Failing at that, of course, meant suffering from the same fate as his mother.
Rufus never forgot. Hence, at the age of fourteen, the boy began to plot against his father, making it his goal in life to seize control of the family empire for himself. He wanted to take everything for himself, and make it even greater than anything his father could have hoped to achieve. It was at that point that he grew cold, and directed everything of himself towards achieving that goal. In my opinion, in fact, the reason why Rufus was holed up in Junon even though he was Vice President was because his father had recognized him as a threat and therefore needed him out of the way. He was just about ready to take over everything when Sephiroth came in and did the job for him.
At the end of the day, though, Rufus is not a megalomaniac, nor an unfeeling machine. “Megalomaniac” is an unkind word to use, in fact, and really: maybe it doesn’t quite suit Rufus all that well. He wants to stay on top of things, values control and prestige and power, but there’s little fun to be had in simply gathering power and resources for their own sake. Best to seek to take over things because one is worthy of the position, because one has the vision for change, transformation, and improvement. And it’s pointless, in the end, if taking over everything risks destroying it. There’s no fun, after all, in being king of a mountain of ash. Besides, even a man like him is familiar with needless suffering, and dealing with the sins of one’s forefathers. Collateral damage is a given, and something that one can minimize. Complete and total destruction or the mindless accumulation of power for no actual purpose, however, serves no purpose.
Types of sex I am OK with: Oral, anal, noncon/dubcon, S&M play
Kinks or practices I enjoy: Bondage, toys, blood play, abrasions, burning, biting, breath control/choking, discipline, flogging/whipping/paddling, ice
Types of sex I'm not OK with: Vore, wet & messy, watersports and similar things
Kinks or practices I don't enjoy: Mutilation/amputation/castration, enemas, diapers, scat, swallowing feces/urine/vomit
Willing to write rape or dubcon?: Yep.
Is fade to black OK?: Yes!
If there's anything you've got in mind but you're not sure whether I'm good with it or not, just ask! I'm usually open to whatever.