Xanatos
Lady in the Making
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2009
- Location
- Gender Limbo
Shinra had an arsenal of carefully kept secrets. Nor was it in Xanatos' best interest to probe them. He never questioned why he had to answer to Hojo before the SOLDIER director. Nor did he ask why he frequently suffered from memory flashes from a life that wasn't his. He was taught that everything was on a need-to-know basis and he didn't need to know.
Though the man's body was feminine in shape and nature he was anything but. He was a gruff individual who was difficult to get a long with. His skin was a deep tan with long flowing crimson hair that fell below his belt line. Though injected with Mako energy, his eyes shown crimson, suggesting that his injection process was failed in some way. A long flowing leather trenchcoat fit tightly to his feminine physique. Tight leather pants were tucked inside of knee-high leather boots. A custom gunblade hung from his belt behind him so that it would be easy to draw when needed but stayed out of the way when he didn't need it.
At the moment he was standing near the office of the soldier director's office, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. His calm gaze watching a group of 3rd class SOLDIER operatives doing squats in the lobby.
Though the man's body was feminine in shape and nature he was anything but. He was a gruff individual who was difficult to get a long with. His skin was a deep tan with long flowing crimson hair that fell below his belt line. Though injected with Mako energy, his eyes shown crimson, suggesting that his injection process was failed in some way. A long flowing leather trenchcoat fit tightly to his feminine physique. Tight leather pants were tucked inside of knee-high leather boots. A custom gunblade hung from his belt behind him so that it would be easy to draw when needed but stayed out of the way when he didn't need it.
At the moment he was standing near the office of the soldier director's office, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. His calm gaze watching a group of 3rd class SOLDIER operatives doing squats in the lobby.