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Player Information:
Name: Michael DeVillar
Age: 20
Personal Journal: Menianoon (very rarely updated if even at all)
AIM: billythebox1234
Email: minivash12345@gmail.com
Time Zone: Central US.

Character Information:
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Name: Zack Fair
Character Model: Tak Sakaguchi
Age: 21
Current Residence: Narshe Zozo Slums
Occupation: Aspiring musician, but to pay the bills he does underground prize fighting and takes what paying jobs around the slums he can find.

Personality: Zack is a very outgoing person who keeps a cheery disposition through almost any situation, no matter how grim or impossible the task ahead may seem. This may put some people off when they meet him, but his fondness of making friends eventually tends to win people over to him. He's a strong fellow both in body and mind, passionate, and devoted to his cause and his friends. However, his passion and devotion will sometimes lead him to be overly trusting of people and his awareness of his own abilities leads to cockiness and fool-hardy actions that get him in trouble. A love of music leads him to almost constantly have something playing to help pass the time, and he is almost always seen with either his electric or acoustic guitar with him. Living alone in the slums doesn't seem to get the blue eyed man down, even though he clearly lives in less than good conditions, choosing to bear his problems on his own back.
Biography: Though Zack lives now in poor conditions, his life was not always as such. Born to Arthur and Gloria Fair, Zack was brought up in a middle class home in the country with his older brothers Brandon and Matthew. His father Arthur worked hard as a researcher at Shinra Industries to provide for his family. The Fairs lived comfortably in their country home, the three boys all attended acredited schools, and in general, life was good.

Zack, however, had always showed a rebellious streak, even as a child. While his two older brothers were straight A students in advanced courses and were very well-mannered children, Zack was rambunctious, showing no interest in his classes, and was frequently sent home from school for fighting with other students. Near failing grades resulted in this bad conduct, which created some stigma for the family as the rest were upstanding individuals. In spite of all of these unhealthy schooltime habits, he still was friendly to those who approached him as such and showed an unwavering loyalty to his friends - which was often the cause of the fights in the first place.

As Zack grew older and entered High School, he developed a love for music, while his brothers showed more grounded interests in research and business. While Zack's parents were glad that he had found something that didn't involve him getting in trouble, they were utterly dismayed when they heard his lofty goals of becoming the best musician of his generation. Continuing with the onset tradition of his public conduct, his academic grades remained at the lower end of the spectrum, and he got suspended on what seemed like a monthly basis for repeated conflictions with other students.

His parents desperately attempted to get his head out of the clouds, but nothing they said swayed Zack's ambition. When he graduated High School, Zack decided that it was time to live life on his own instead of going off to college like his brothers were preparing to do. Numerous arguments ensued with this decision, especially between Zack and his father, who claimed that this musical pursuit was just a phase the the blue-eyed youth was going through. Predictably, this just fueled his already rebellious nature, and after packing his things, he moved to a small apartment in the slums.

At first he tried to make all of his money by playing at various clubs and on the street, but to his dismay, he barely scraped by from week to week for several months. This didn't go over well with Zack. While he was more than capable of survivng like that, he also knew he'd need to get money elsewhere to pay off the bills if he wanted to live with more than just electricity and running water. Zack started to take jobs around the slums as he found them, helping to build something here, delivering there, whatever he could do to earn some money. While in the middle of one of these odd jobs one afternoon, he came across a sign advertising underground prize fighting, and the need for competitors. Feeling that this was well within his capabilities, he made his way to the address listed.

The ancient-looking building that was home for the prize fighting was an old arena of moderate size, seeming to be made back when the slums were new. When Zack entered, he thought the place may have been abandoned or he'd read the address incorrectly. However, when he called out a few greetings and ventured further in to the building, he was greeted by a boisterous old man who asked why the youth had come. Zack, being the innocent fellow that he still was began telling what had the makings of a fine autobiography before the older man cut him off and told him to get to the point, which he then hastily did. The old man studied Zack afterwards, sizing him up before bringing him further in to the arena, starting to show him around. He then brought him to the training area, where people of all walks of life were working out and performing various exercises. The old man explained that the next round of matches were scheduled for that night, and that Zack would be entered in to the the Rookies' category - if he had the balls. If he won, he'd get his first share of money and a bump up to the next level.

Hours later, Zack got his first taste of fighting for money. He quickly found that the people he was fighting here were quite a bit more ruthless than the ones he had found himself in scuffles with back in High School, but adapted at a remarkable speed. His drive to win and brute strength helped him get to the victory pedestal of the beginners level, albeit barely, and his first pay. Ironically, a sizeable portion of this was spent on first aid equipment to help mend the wounds suffered from the combat, but the remainder more than helped pay for the month's dues.

It didn't take a second throttling for him to learn that in order to progress among the ranks, he would need to be in better shape and he'd need to be a better fighter. Winning the occasional schoolyard brawl simply wasn't enough experience to make the cut for the next couple of rounds. Zack trained every moment he wasn't working or playing music, sparring at the arena's makeshift gym or improvising exercise routines to help get him in to peak physical shape for his next match in the basic fighting tournament. The set up of the next was different. Instead of fighting all the contestants in one night, it was set up in weekly tiers, giving fighters time to recuperate after matches and adequately prepare for the next one alotted.

As the next tournament started, Zack found himself becoming more and more accustomed to the fighting, and though he had some trouble, week by week he found his endurance improving in the ring. Unfortunately, things (as usual) weren't going to turn out as he'd originally planned. One afternoon, after coming home from a shoddy gig at a restaurant, he found his mother waiting for him outside his apartment. A brief conversation followed before Gloria shakily told her son that she knew of his arena fighting. It was her intention to start a lecture that he didn't want to hear, the conversation between mother and son quickly evolved into shouting as Zack, barely able to keep from shouting himself, told his mother through gritted teeth to stop trying to make decisions for him and to let him live his life freely. The tired-eyed woman, realizing that her words were lost on her youngest son, finally left in tears of both disappointment and anguish at his harsh resolve.

Angry and frustrated, his training with other the other fighters involved in the arena became more intense. After the proceeding match ended with his opponent taken out on a stretcher, Zack was warned that if he couldn't get himself under control, he'd be permanently banned from the ring as the violent troublemaker everyone always seemed to label him to be. The threat struck a chord within him somewhere...
And slowly but surely, he discovered ways to quell the anxiety he harbored for his family within himself, using his few resources - the endless, brutal matches, the training, and on occasion, his unwittingly neglected guitar - to channel the unresolved troubles in his heart.
Zack's constant fighting and endless drive helped him in his battles, and foe after foe fell before him. Week by week he climbed the tiers, making his way to the final match of the tournament. His final opponent was the reigning champion for a reason. Tall and absurdly muscular, his reach alone kept Zack at bay in the first few seconds of the match. The combat that ensued was exceptionally brutal; Zack and his opponent pummeling each other in to near oblivion. As the two traded blows Zack suffered several devastating blows, his nose being broken by a punch, several rips fractured from a heavy knee to the side and a kick to the chest, and finally a broken jaw from a right hook that nearly took him out of the fight completely. However, Zack was not content with losing at the final stretch of the tournament. The combination of his will and some stroke of luck, Zack got inside the defenses of his opponent and struck a blow to his solar plexus with a forceful punch, sending his opponent to his knees in a coughing fit. Zack had won the tournament, crowning him champion fighter. He trained every day to defend his title, getting absorbed more and more in to the world of the underground arena.

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