User Profile

Mun Information~
[ Mun’s Name ] – Hades' Phoenix
[ Age ] – 19
[ Live Journal Name ] – hadesphoenix
[ MSN/AIM/Yahoo ] – hadesphoenix13 (yahoo)


Character Information~

[ Series ] – Final Fantasy VII
[ Character’s Name ] – Squall Leonhart
[ Character’s Element ] – Ice
[ Teacher or Student? ] – Student
[ Character Profile ] – Squall is a man who most people dub the Ice Princess. He uses a gunblade as his weapon and normally very quiet. He is a serious man and does well when placed in a leadership position. His favorite word seems to be ‘whatever’ considering how many times he says it. He also has a scar on his face that he was given while in a fight with another gunblade user known as Seifer.

[ Appearance ] – Black leather. Belts. Griever. Pretty much says it all.
[ Personality ] – He's an asshole. As far as he's concerned, the large majority of the population is composed of people who don't know what they want, and he doesn't understand why he should expend the energy dealing with them when he doesn't have to. Seifer likes to think that Squall's so obsessed with weapons that he jacks off to the diagrams. The last time he cried was when his older sister abandoned him over a decade ago. Doctors like to tell him that he has a severely avoidant personality, but he knows they just say that to fulfill their prescription quota. The only time he feels truly alive is in battle, which is why he hires himself out as a mercenary. Zell is his closest friend, but Seifer is the only person that can get a sincere reaction out of him; everything else either gets blatantly denied or neatly tucked away to be ignored.
[ History ] – From the seaside orphanage in Balamb. Left there as a little kid for reasons he doesn't know, and has learned not to care about. Grew up tinkering with any computers he could get his hands on and developed a fondness for the uncomplicated simplicity of mathematics and machinery. Attends DA because he understands that many people prefer hiring people with degrees, regardless of actual skill. (And it makes Matron happy.)Before he hit puberty Squall was in the process of designing the TRON program, an AI meant to do...well, just about anything, theoretically, except that TRON turned out as a bit of a bleeding heart. This (and several broken ShinRa security files) brought him to the attention of SeeD, but only his age kept him out of too much trouble. Nowadays he works unofficially for them as a program designer and hacker. Otherwise, he's just been like every other young man, working his way quietly up in the world and now attending school to make his talents official.
[ Pets ] – None.
[ Other ? ] – Gunblade. Currently using Revolver, but he's been collecting the upgrades to create a whole new model he's thinking of calling LionHeart. On the rare occasions he listens to music, it's either something jazzy and nondescript, or heart-poundingly hard.

Example Entries~
[ Livejournal Example ]
Doctor Kadowaki believes that writing down my thoughts in this journal might lead to self-revelation. I told her that it was a stupid idea, to leave such damaging physical evidence in an all-boys school, but she just gave me the same sort of sad look that Matron used on us at the orphanage.

My name is Squall Leonhart. I'm twenty years old, and I'm burning this journal before Seifer manages to find the fucking thing.

[ Roleplay Example ]
Squall stood beside the standard-issue bed, looking around the room and absently letting his bag slide to the floor. It was just large enough for four people and their belongings, grey and plain with the banner of their house pinned across the back of the door. Mundane. But adequate.

Clothes were hung in the wardrobe. Manuals went on the small shelf above the desk, where a state-of-the-art laptop was stowed and safely locked. Revolver's case was slid out of sight under the bed, and without anything else to unpack Squall sat in the desk chair and stared out of the window. He could see the sprawling expanse of a forest, and the roof of the train station; students milled around in the courtyard below, no doubt already forming the tentative beginnings of friendship. Watching from the upper floor of Shiva's Tower, he had the familiar sensation that there was more than just a pane of glass that separated him from them.

Of course, Seifer would probably call it his inhuman capacity for being a bastard, but that was an instance of the pot and the kettle and so technically, it didn't count.

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