Oni Peridot
Ex-SOLDIER 1st Class
With as much stuff as I create, I figured a general topic to cover it all would be sufficient. As a fair warning, most of this stuff will contain my fan character, Oni Peridot, Ex-SOLDIER 1st Class.
I'll start with a music video I made:
And I'll end this post with a story I JUST finished writing:
------------The Crimson------------
The rain had been falling for days, a rarity in the city of Midgar. Oni stood on a rooftop in Sector 8's plate section, looking down at the people rushing about to finish their business while still struggling to remain relatively dry. She smirked and leaped down, the fall blowing the crimson strands of her hair wildly behind her. Without a sound, the SOLDIER touched down on the street below, displaying the subtle grace involved with such a super-human feat.
It had been a long time since she left SOLDIER, she recalled, as her glowing blue eyes shut out the world around her. She had tried to continue her job with the dangerous knowledge of the one she loved fighting opposite her on the battlefield. They had agreed to keep it strictly professional, but her heart broke every time she crossed swords with Tempest. The crimson warrior, in love; it was a laughable concept to her former comrades, who didn't understand the turmoil in the conflicted woman's heart. At only 18 years of age, she had experienced more in her short time than most would've accepted in an entire lifetime.
Then the day came. She was called to the office of the Chief of Security for Midgar, judged a traitor, and stripped of her command. She would never again fight alongside the men and women she respected and considered her family. Was it so wrong for her to love? Was this the cost of happiness? The clashing of swords, the shattering of the wall so she could escape and survive... These sounds and images flashed briefly in her mind before she was savagely pulled back to the world of the now.
Those mako eyes opened, laying before her a world she now fought against: towering buildings, bustling streets, the sick smell of mako smog in the air, polluting the land and putrifying the hearts and souls of those who now suckled at the teat of ShinRa's monopoly on the planet's energy. AVALANCHE had been correct, and ShinRa had to be stopped before the planet withered and died.
Oni scanned around, noticing some bustle on the other side of the crowd. She couldn't make out what it was, but they were moving quickly, and right in her direction. She thought nothing of it - after all, ShinRa seemed to have more or less forgotten about her. Oni would continue on her way, gently pushing through the crowd. ShinRa was about to discover the folly of forgetting about her as she stared up at her target: ShinRa Mako Reactor #8. It had taken her several back alleys and rooftops to get here, and the trip was rough with the sizable duffel bag she was carrying, but the payoff soon would be worth it.
Once inside the reactor, it was smooth sailing for the experienced warrior. Her exceptional speed and strength allowed to quickly and easily dispose of the small fry guarding this complex. ShinRa was getting sloppy, she noticed as she made her way down to the heart of the reactor. After setting the timer, Oni kipped back, rounded on her foot, and rushed her way towards the exit, taking no time to fight back against the remaining security forces.
So far, mission complete, Oni thought to herself as she began the final stretch down the catwalk joining Sectors 7 and 8 to the reactor she was just about to blow sky high. On either exit, however, Oni saw something that sent her heart up into her throat. Several SOLDIERs, of varying class and rank, were waiting for her.
"So it's a fight you want, eh? Let's get the party STARTED, then!" Oni threw her hand out in front of her. Sparks erupted and showered the cold steel grating at her feet as her nodachi, the Genji Blade, phased in from the Void. She snatched it out of the air and practically dove at the group of 3rd Classmen rushing at her. The remaining SOLDIERs watched on. They knew Oni wouldn't kill the group attacking her. It was her one weakness, a weakness they planned to exploit. Oni would only be able to fight for so long before her incredible stamina would give out. And when it did, they'd go in for the kill.
Wave after wave of SOLDIERs rained down upon her, offering a seemingly never-ending stream of blades to deflect and helmets to crack. Oni was wearing down, and knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer against the onslaught. Finally, a break opened in the ranks, and Oni took this opportunity to cast herself over the guard rail, where she rapidly descended to the slums below. And explosion overhead sent searing heat and debris falling along with her, which she used to jump from and slow her descent. A glance up, however, showed two 1st Classmen following her. She wasn't going to get away that easily.
Oni touched down in Sector 7, landing just in front of the Texas Cowboy Club. She wasted little time in retreating, knowing that her pursuers would be quick on her trail. As she rounded the corner and entered the playground separating Sector 7 from Sector 5, she stopped. Standing there in the midst of the children's toys, a man in full SOLDIER 1st gear stood, staring at her through the helmet donning his head. She knew immediately who it was, and readied her blade. She wasn't going to be running from this SOLDIER. It was the same man who ended her stay with SOLDIER... Gale Trevise. She'd spent her entire life afterwards running from him at every meeting, fearing that she'd never defeat him, and that her life would end at his hands.
The crimson rogue reached up and tapped her com. "Mission accomplished. It was a pleasure to work with you all..." She knew the outcome of what was going to happen, but stood her ground anyway as she stared down her foe. "Don't talk... just fight," was all she'd say before dashing at the SOLDIER, her sword singing through the air.
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It had been a long wait as Tempest poured over the latest statistics from the recent battles against ShinRa. Right now, Oni was out running a solo op, something she had told her time and time again wasn't the way AVALANCHE worked. She had tried to drill it into her angel's thick head that she wasn't in SOLDIER anymore, and didn't have to do things alone, but knew how stubborn Oni could be. Before she could lament any further over her love's hard head, the door to her office burst open. Tempest had kept her com tuned to Oni's private frequency, and hadn't heard the Ex-SOLDIER's final goodbye to the rest of her comrades. She was already on her feet before the rebel could relay what had transpired. She knew. Oni had hit trouble and needed her. "Send me the details over my com. I'm going." She switched her communicator's frequency and rushed out of the base at full speed.
Kimi stepped up onto the ground from the sewer entrance to the AVALANCHE base, a slightly worried look on her face. She knew that with an operation of this magnitude, ShinRa would stop at nothing to capture or kill the one responsible. Dispatch relayed Oni's coordinates to Tempest, and she was on the move again, racing against time in hopes of reaching Oni before the worst could happen.
It was a winding route to get through Sector 7. Tempest would have to make her way around piles of junk, lean-tos and shoddily-made shacks in order to reach the area last marked by Oni's com. As Tempest approached the playground, she slowed to a stop. The entire area was ruined. Nearby junk piles burned, screaming their protest to the violence that had quickly turned to an eerie silence. The slide that had once so cutely resembled a cartoon character was now cracked open, with a large section caved in. The swingset where the two had once sat and talked was now in pieces, strewn across the open lot. She scanned the area frantically, fearing the worst.
It was then that her nightmare had been realized. Lying against a pile of rubble, Oni was staring up at the plate above, struggling and gasping for breath that she could barely find. Tempest rushed over and lifted her slightly, sliding an arm under and cradling her neck as she brought them face-to-face. She looked Oni over, and discovered a sizable weapon had pierced her left lung. Tears welled up in her eyes as Oni weakly reached up and placed her hand against Tempest's cheek. "D...Do you think... there's... redemption... for monsters... Kimi?" Oni smiled, thankful that she'd be granted one last meeting with her love. "Don't say that... You... You're going to be alright, Oni." Tempest pressed her palm tightly against the wound, trying to keep the SOLDIER with her just a bit longer. Oni gasped again, struggling to find the right words. She glanced over at her sword, resting next to her. "We... can finally rest. The fight is over... I'm glad... that I could see you... one last time. I love you..." Tempest cradled her fallen warrior close, willing her to stay.
A faint breeze rolled through the playground, and Oni closed her eyes, content that she was finally going to find peace. As she exhaled her last breath, Tempest reared back and screamed, all of her pain, sorrow, and anguish bursting forth from her lungs. The life they had led... the future that was just ripped from them... all of this flashed in the leader's mind, drawing out her scream, one heard and felt throughout all of Midgar.
I'll start with a music video I made:
And I'll end this post with a story I JUST finished writing:
------------The Crimson------------
The rain had been falling for days, a rarity in the city of Midgar. Oni stood on a rooftop in Sector 8's plate section, looking down at the people rushing about to finish their business while still struggling to remain relatively dry. She smirked and leaped down, the fall blowing the crimson strands of her hair wildly behind her. Without a sound, the SOLDIER touched down on the street below, displaying the subtle grace involved with such a super-human feat.
It had been a long time since she left SOLDIER, she recalled, as her glowing blue eyes shut out the world around her. She had tried to continue her job with the dangerous knowledge of the one she loved fighting opposite her on the battlefield. They had agreed to keep it strictly professional, but her heart broke every time she crossed swords with Tempest. The crimson warrior, in love; it was a laughable concept to her former comrades, who didn't understand the turmoil in the conflicted woman's heart. At only 18 years of age, she had experienced more in her short time than most would've accepted in an entire lifetime.
Then the day came. She was called to the office of the Chief of Security for Midgar, judged a traitor, and stripped of her command. She would never again fight alongside the men and women she respected and considered her family. Was it so wrong for her to love? Was this the cost of happiness? The clashing of swords, the shattering of the wall so she could escape and survive... These sounds and images flashed briefly in her mind before she was savagely pulled back to the world of the now.
Those mako eyes opened, laying before her a world she now fought against: towering buildings, bustling streets, the sick smell of mako smog in the air, polluting the land and putrifying the hearts and souls of those who now suckled at the teat of ShinRa's monopoly on the planet's energy. AVALANCHE had been correct, and ShinRa had to be stopped before the planet withered and died.
Oni scanned around, noticing some bustle on the other side of the crowd. She couldn't make out what it was, but they were moving quickly, and right in her direction. She thought nothing of it - after all, ShinRa seemed to have more or less forgotten about her. Oni would continue on her way, gently pushing through the crowd. ShinRa was about to discover the folly of forgetting about her as she stared up at her target: ShinRa Mako Reactor #8. It had taken her several back alleys and rooftops to get here, and the trip was rough with the sizable duffel bag she was carrying, but the payoff soon would be worth it.
Once inside the reactor, it was smooth sailing for the experienced warrior. Her exceptional speed and strength allowed to quickly and easily dispose of the small fry guarding this complex. ShinRa was getting sloppy, she noticed as she made her way down to the heart of the reactor. After setting the timer, Oni kipped back, rounded on her foot, and rushed her way towards the exit, taking no time to fight back against the remaining security forces.
So far, mission complete, Oni thought to herself as she began the final stretch down the catwalk joining Sectors 7 and 8 to the reactor she was just about to blow sky high. On either exit, however, Oni saw something that sent her heart up into her throat. Several SOLDIERs, of varying class and rank, were waiting for her.
"So it's a fight you want, eh? Let's get the party STARTED, then!" Oni threw her hand out in front of her. Sparks erupted and showered the cold steel grating at her feet as her nodachi, the Genji Blade, phased in from the Void. She snatched it out of the air and practically dove at the group of 3rd Classmen rushing at her. The remaining SOLDIERs watched on. They knew Oni wouldn't kill the group attacking her. It was her one weakness, a weakness they planned to exploit. Oni would only be able to fight for so long before her incredible stamina would give out. And when it did, they'd go in for the kill.
Wave after wave of SOLDIERs rained down upon her, offering a seemingly never-ending stream of blades to deflect and helmets to crack. Oni was wearing down, and knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer against the onslaught. Finally, a break opened in the ranks, and Oni took this opportunity to cast herself over the guard rail, where she rapidly descended to the slums below. And explosion overhead sent searing heat and debris falling along with her, which she used to jump from and slow her descent. A glance up, however, showed two 1st Classmen following her. She wasn't going to get away that easily.
Oni touched down in Sector 7, landing just in front of the Texas Cowboy Club. She wasted little time in retreating, knowing that her pursuers would be quick on her trail. As she rounded the corner and entered the playground separating Sector 7 from Sector 5, she stopped. Standing there in the midst of the children's toys, a man in full SOLDIER 1st gear stood, staring at her through the helmet donning his head. She knew immediately who it was, and readied her blade. She wasn't going to be running from this SOLDIER. It was the same man who ended her stay with SOLDIER... Gale Trevise. She'd spent her entire life afterwards running from him at every meeting, fearing that she'd never defeat him, and that her life would end at his hands.
The crimson rogue reached up and tapped her com. "Mission accomplished. It was a pleasure to work with you all..." She knew the outcome of what was going to happen, but stood her ground anyway as she stared down her foe. "Don't talk... just fight," was all she'd say before dashing at the SOLDIER, her sword singing through the air.
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It had been a long wait as Tempest poured over the latest statistics from the recent battles against ShinRa. Right now, Oni was out running a solo op, something she had told her time and time again wasn't the way AVALANCHE worked. She had tried to drill it into her angel's thick head that she wasn't in SOLDIER anymore, and didn't have to do things alone, but knew how stubborn Oni could be. Before she could lament any further over her love's hard head, the door to her office burst open. Tempest had kept her com tuned to Oni's private frequency, and hadn't heard the Ex-SOLDIER's final goodbye to the rest of her comrades. She was already on her feet before the rebel could relay what had transpired. She knew. Oni had hit trouble and needed her. "Send me the details over my com. I'm going." She switched her communicator's frequency and rushed out of the base at full speed.
Kimi stepped up onto the ground from the sewer entrance to the AVALANCHE base, a slightly worried look on her face. She knew that with an operation of this magnitude, ShinRa would stop at nothing to capture or kill the one responsible. Dispatch relayed Oni's coordinates to Tempest, and she was on the move again, racing against time in hopes of reaching Oni before the worst could happen.
It was a winding route to get through Sector 7. Tempest would have to make her way around piles of junk, lean-tos and shoddily-made shacks in order to reach the area last marked by Oni's com. As Tempest approached the playground, she slowed to a stop. The entire area was ruined. Nearby junk piles burned, screaming their protest to the violence that had quickly turned to an eerie silence. The slide that had once so cutely resembled a cartoon character was now cracked open, with a large section caved in. The swingset where the two had once sat and talked was now in pieces, strewn across the open lot. She scanned the area frantically, fearing the worst.
It was then that her nightmare had been realized. Lying against a pile of rubble, Oni was staring up at the plate above, struggling and gasping for breath that she could barely find. Tempest rushed over and lifted her slightly, sliding an arm under and cradling her neck as she brought them face-to-face. She looked Oni over, and discovered a sizable weapon had pierced her left lung. Tears welled up in her eyes as Oni weakly reached up and placed her hand against Tempest's cheek. "D...Do you think... there's... redemption... for monsters... Kimi?" Oni smiled, thankful that she'd be granted one last meeting with her love. "Don't say that... You... You're going to be alright, Oni." Tempest pressed her palm tightly against the wound, trying to keep the SOLDIER with her just a bit longer. Oni gasped again, struggling to find the right words. She glanced over at her sword, resting next to her. "We... can finally rest. The fight is over... I'm glad... that I could see you... one last time. I love you..." Tempest cradled her fallen warrior close, willing her to stay.
A faint breeze rolled through the playground, and Oni closed her eyes, content that she was finally going to find peace. As she exhaled her last breath, Tempest reared back and screamed, all of her pain, sorrow, and anguish bursting forth from her lungs. The life they had led... the future that was just ripped from them... all of this flashed in the leader's mind, drawing out her scream, one heard and felt throughout all of Midgar.
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