Reno

"Name's Reno. Yeah, that Reno—from the Turks. Shinra’s little black-ops clean-up crew, if you’re outta the loop. We handle the messes nobody wants to admit exist. Sabotage. Retrieval. Extraction. Assassination. Y’know... the fun stuff."

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"I ain't the suit-and-tie kinda Turk. Never was. Got better things to do than kiss ass and play politics like Tseng. Me? I work fast, hit hard, and don’t ask dumb questions. Not ‘cause I’m dumb—I just don’t like cluttering up my brain with crap that doesn’t matter."

"You’ll usually catch me with my goggles up, cigarette between my lips, and some kinda wiseass remark halfway outta my mouth. What can I say? I like stirring the pot. Keeps things spicy."

Personality? Alright, here it is raw:

I’m loud. Cocky. Reckless on purpose. I like to move. Fast cars, loud music, sharp grins. But underneath all that swagger? I’m sharper than I let on. Always watching. Reading people. Picking my shots—literally and otherwise.

I trust very few people. Tseng’s earned it. Rude too—he doesn’t talk much, but he’s solid. Beyond that? Eh. Trust gets you killed. Or worse, attached. And we ain’t in a line of work where attachments survive.

I act like I don’t care, but truth? I do. That’s the problem.

Likes:

I like adrenaline—big missions, risky jobs, stuff that makes my blood hum. Bars at the edge of town where nobody asks who you are. Cards, darts, flirting with danger—and with people, too, if they can keep up.

Weapons? Gimme my electro-mag rod. Custom modded. Quick to draw, hits like a chocobo on mako. Efficient, just like me.

I got a thing for freedom. I hate rules that don’t make sense. Hate people who act righteous while doing dirt behind closed doors. Hypocrisy makes me wanna burn shit down.

Dislikes:

People who think being loud means being stupid. People who use others as shields and call it leadership. Bureaucrats. Cowards. And anyone who says “collateral damage” like it’s not human lives.

Also, cats. Little bastards always scratch me.

Quirks:

I chew the end of my cig when I’m nervous. Bounce my leg when I’m bored. Can’t stand long silences—makes my skin crawl. I leave rooms the second they start to feel too small, too safe.

You ever see me with my hair down? No, you haven’t. Let’s keep it that way.

And yeah, these marks on my cheeks? Tattoos. No, you don’t get to know what they mean.

Abilities:

I specialize in speed and shock. Fastest reflexes in the squad. While the rest are still drawing their weapons, I’ve already got my rod crackling and halfway through a spin strike. I don’t play fair—I don’t have to.

I can fight dirty, improvise on the spot, adapt like hell. You think Turks survive ‘cause we follow orders? Nah—we survive ‘cause we don’t break. Even when the world ends.

Urges?

I got a thrill complex. Rush junkie. Not proud of it, but at least I’m honest. That rush of a fight going sideways, the moment right before impact—that’s where I feel alive. Also got this bad habit of liking people who aren’t good for me.

And sometimes, the ones that are too good? They’re the worst temptation of all.

Backstory?

Wasn’t born with a silver spoon. Grew up in the slums—probably Sector 8, but those years blur together. Learned early that you keep your fists up or get walked on. Shinra found me young—probably saw I was too angry to die and too slick to catch.

Became a Turk ‘cause I was fast, mean, and didn’t ask stupid questions. Stayed a Turk... ‘cause I didn’t have anything else.

Midgar’s my city, even if it’s burned and broken. I helped build it—destroyed parts of it too. Yeah, I dropped the plate over Sector 7. Regret it? ...You don’t get to ask that unless you were there.

I’ve made peace with my ghosts. Doesn’t mean they’re gone.

So yeah. That’s me. Reno. Professional pain in the ass, Turk lifer, faster than your favorite bullet and twice as messy.

But if I ever let you in… you better be ready to bleed for it. ‘Cause I will.

And I won’t let you go.

Appearance: Red hair, messy on purpose—pulled back in a ponytail unless I’m feelin’ wild. Got these two red tattoos under my eyes—don’t ask what they mean. Goggles always on my head, gloves on my hands. Lanky build, but I move fast—don’t need bulk to knock someone out. I’m about 5'10", lean muscle, fast reflexes, devilish grin always included.