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</a><br/><br/>“Man, why am I always the one doing the grunt work?”<br/><br/>A tall man, towering at a little bit over six and a half feet in stature but with a fairly thin frame, made his way slowly across the slums. His gait was long, but relaxed, hands resting comfortably in the pockets of his baggy jeans, with a bored expression on his face.<br/><br/>He scratched at the goatee upon his chin as he stared up at the metallic sky, finding the whole thing abysmal. That’s why Rauly joined the Tornados. The small gang was made up of a bunch of misfits like himself, people who were wronged by Shinra. People who were bent on taking the dark corporation down. Many of them have been on the inside and knew the shady business that the company got into. Rauly was one of said people. He was a  mercenary, just a lowly infantryman, idolizing the First Class SOLDIERs in hopes of becoming like them one day. He was strong, but not like those three. They were unreal. But his dreams were dashed as soon as he learned what he would have had to go through to get to that point. Mako infusion. Was that really necessary? He swore those SOLDIER, 3rd or 1st, were just freaks of some scientific experiment. He wasn’t going to be anybody’s guinea pig as long as he had any say in it. How could they do that to people? What else have they done? How much worse was it for those behind the closed lab doors?!<br/><br/>He growled loudly in exasperation at the plate above him in the general direction of the Shinra Headquarters. This whole thing sucked. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he started punching at the nearest piece of large debris, what looked to be the shell of an old forgotten car. Dents were being made where his black leather biker gloves made contact, his red braided hair whipping behind him with each full body movement he made to strike the defenseless hunk of junk.<br/><br/>The rage he felt was almost consuming. Between his hatred for Shinra, and the agitation for the menial jobs on which he always seemed to be placed, he stopped punching the car and found another, smaller piece of debris that he kicked with his large heavy boot in a random direction. The piece of crumpled up scrap flew through the air towards an old church, stopping only when it made contact with something that didn’t quite sound a piece of tin.<br/><br/>“Oh shit!” Rauly exclaimed, breaking out of his fury to shift to a feeling of embarrassment and worry, for the silver-haired individual he accidentally surprise attacked. “I’m so sorry, dude! You okay?” He yelled as he ran the few yards to reach him and help in any way that was needed.