[hider=Sifen] Notable Parents: Nope Name: Sifen Age: 23 Sex: Male Hair Color: Black Eye color: Scarlet Appearance:[hider=Sifen][img]http://img02.deviantart.net/f2c4/i/2013/200/6/5/gunslinger_adept_by_django_red-d6e9pid.jpg[/img][/hider] Weapon: (all weapons built with bits of old machina) Rifle A small grenade launcher Any Armor: Discarded scrap metal and bits and pieces of scrapped machina strung and welded together. Biography: Sifen was always a creative fellow. Eccentric would describe him best, considering his past. He comes from an upper middle class family in Luca. The young Sifen was fascinated by machina and machines ever since he saw it being used when he was a kid. His parents were supportive, and showed him all the materials the engineers who built them worked with to build them every now and then. On one faithful day, Sifen brought home some scraps he had foud on the side of the road and glued them together to make something resembling a cat. He proudly showed it to his parents by leaving it on the counter, but glue can't hold metal and his parents, upon seeing the pile of glue and rusted and unsalvageable scrap metal, threw it away in front of the boy. He was so crushed about it that he, with all the problem solving skills of a nine year old, ran away.. Unlike most 9 year olds, he managed to do it. Making his way down to the port of Luca, he jumped onto a ship and managed to hide just long enough that when he was found, turning back would be too much of a delay and he was taken to Bikanel Island. Upon arriving, he was to stay on the ship which would depart back to his home but again, being a crafty 9 year old, Sifen escaped once more and found himself hopelessly lost in the Bikanel Desert where he had no way of communicating with most of the people there. Life was not fun at first, being a homeless 9 year old who couldn't speak the language of the land he was in, and so he was unofficially exiled. From ages 9-15 he lived out of the city, meandering from oasis to oasis, rarely entering the city other than when strangers forced him to sleep at their houses and eat their food. During these stops he slowly built up a small collection of screws, gears and tools. Nothing too big, since he was effectively stealing these things, Just wrenches, nuts and bolts, gears and the like. By the time he was 13 he had built his first ever... thing. It wasn't machina, just a pair of knee pads made of metal and screws. The fun part came when the sun began heating the metal and he burned the skin on both of his knees. He since improved the design to have some fabric seperating the metal from his body and began crafting more armor for himself as he found more and more fiends walking around. He found throwing rocks to be a good way of fending the off before he could run. During one of these encounters, his last of the kind to be exact, he was met by an Al Bhed man who preceded to throw the equivelent of 30 pebbles in just a few seconds with a machina he carried in his hand. A gun. The man took Sifen to his home and workshop. The home was covered in machina and tools of all kinds, it was all Sifen had dreamt of and there, on the wall was his first ever view of a gun in the light. The engineer was one of the few who spoke the same languuage as he, and seeing the boys eyes light up, gave him a tour of his shop. The man's name was Cdabrah and he specialized in repair work mostlly, but he taught this foreign, emaciated, socially awkward, lost and overall fairly primitive child how to work with machines. Sifen was extremely eager to finally get to work with machina in a workshop and this eagerness was met with Cdabrah's short temper. Sifen proceeded to take apart and put together a multitude of finely made machina from around the home and put them back together with improvements that sometimes worked and sometimes didn't. This infuriated Cdabrah, but seeing the spark in Sifen's eyes, he couldn't send the boy away empty handed. He gave the boy enough money to buy some tools, and told him to never come back. The next six years of his life were spent going from shop to shop, taking one apprenticeship after another and getting kicked out, learning to build all sorts of machina and machines, such as the ins and outs of complex engines and other systems that made machina do what they do at their very core. His favorite, however, were the guns he made. He is fluent in the Al Bhed language as well as his native tongue. Personality: Not the most "out there" guy you'll meet, but his head is definitely in a different world. Abandoning your home at the age of nine has that effect on you. He did most of his growing up young, but he's no hardass. He enjoys a good joke every now and then, but knows that he needs to get work done to get results. He views tasks mechanically, working harder than normal people should, however not always on the right thing leading him to getting in trouble with employers and masters throughout the years. He has a bit of a skewed view of right and wrong due to his past of stealing to survive, but has a good idea of what the rest of the world thinks is right. He's come to terms with this fact as opposed to trying to adapt to everyone else's views. Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there? Arriving [/hider] [hider=Twi Pald] Notable Parents: SECRET PARENTS Name: Twi Pald Age: 18 Sex: Female Hair Color: White Eye color: Green with spiral pupils Appearance: [img]http://bg.snailgame.com/upload/images/20140210144150.jpg[/img] Weapons: Aer knows. You guys will find out. Any Armor: Sexy armor? Biography: Not much is know about or remembered by Twi due to a lot of experimenting on her own part. She knows she's from Spira, and that she's definitely Al Bhed. Her family doesn't live in Bikanel, she can speak broken spiran but prefers Al Bhed, and that she can't use magic. She's only tried once and just nothing happened. At some point in time she must have tried this before which led to her new set of talents and she must have been doing it for a while since she instinctually remembers how to make the things she does, despite having no instructions on her person. She joined up with some drifters while selling a mixture that made the user happy and hallucinate when ingested who wanted some for free in return for steady pay. These were the bounty hunters Durza and Treba. They didn't exactly take her in as much as lead her where they were already headed. She joined for the sole reason of belonging. Of course the money they made was fun too. Recently she saw a group of Guardians wandering through her neck of the woods and took notice of them. They too had belonging, and that one had similar, be it red, face paint to her own. She was determined to learn where he got it. She isn't exactly determined to rebuild her memory but maybe one day she'll find out. Personality: Insane is an overstatement but Sane doesn't cover it either. She's a beautiful in between that keeps her interesting. Any trace of her true personality is usually washed away by various substances entering and exiting her body at nearly all times. To see her sober would be reason enough to try the lottery. Depending on what she drinks, her personality varies from mellow to overactive. She has some quirks that are always prevalent, however. She can be comfortable in any position imaginable and enjoys the company of others a little too much. She's not a believer in personal space and often invades others. She's not cynical for being dealt a bad hand for life and instead improved upon it in any way she could. Not a fan of clothes. Are you arriving in Besaid or Living [/hider]