Originally TurkWithARod

Name: ROD Job: Turk (Exiled) HomeTown: Midgar Weapon of Choice: Electro-Mag Rod augmented with Materia Will RP any point of FFVII Series & with anyone (including OCs)

[bensigas]

Happy Mother's Day!

[boanerges20]

Suzuki GSX750 Katana

[noirford]

join me at the summoning circle 

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[acquired-stardust]

Final Fantasy VII Playstation 1997

[liamwong]

Midgar Nights / Liam Wong / twitter.com/liamwong / instagram.com/liamwong

I took these pictures at a factory outside of Tokyo and the location reminded me of Final Fantasy VII.

[razziecat]

I thought those were screenshots from the game!

[finalfantasyviirebirthwithyou]

[alunaloverworld]

[lethepics]

[fandom-aesthetic-kingdom]

Final Fantasy Aesthetics | Midgar

[gamingisalifestyle]

Midgar by _itspear

[dangerouscakes]

[kid-outrun]

[effemimaniac]

platonically shooting my friendshot hoping I don't get acquaintance-zoned

[ffxmtg]

Midgar, City of Mako Illustrator: Josu Solano

[returningrodturk]

Ghosts of The Slums

It wasn't as if Alvis had any plans of returning so closely to Midgar- Unfortunate for man that it was in his nature to do so despite all the warning signs that could be thrown at the man. The clear and obvious warning would have been when it was announced by Tseng that Veld and his Turks were dead. They were to live life in the shadows-- and many did.

Alvis often found himself on the road, his knowledge on motorcycles proving to be enough to get him by. Most his days were spent driving the roads only stopping when needed. Today against better judgement he returned to the outer parts of his home- returning to the slums based on mere rumors of the possibility of finding suitable parts for another motorcycle rig he had been working on. Did he need another bike? Of course not- however it wouldn't stop him from a quick in and out of the city. He would be quick and then return to life of the dead before chances of running into anyone who worked for the company - or equally worse someone who held a grudge against ShinRa, company or the President all the same, recognizes the Ex-Turk.

Every second within the city felt like a second too long to Alvis, despite every part of his body telling him to leave already he continued to follow whispers of the individual with the parts he was seeking for. A usual smile quickly turned grim as he got deeper into the city the rumors now claiming the parts were from ShinRa bikes. The Ex-Turk was already rolling his eyes at this and knew this would end up a waste of his time. Like hell someone would get their hands on that type of ride without being on the inside. Finding the owner of false claims came shortly after- The auburn haired man frown again. They were basically just a kid- maybe nineteen at the oldest. Alvis wasn't one to start a fight with a kid- He understood what life was like living in the slums trying to support yourself or those around you.

Alvis was crouched down his forearms thighs as he inspected the parts- No where near ShinRa quality. He looked over to another larger figure and spoke out to Glenn casually, "Yo, You know much about motorcycle parts by chance, stranger." Although the parts were nothing he really needed if he could maybe figure out what parts like these go for around this area then perhaps he could at least buy it off the kid and help him out in that way.

[ririeva]

The Department of Administrative Research

Last Order: Final Fantasy VII (2005)

[turk-tips-blog]

“The reason: Turks Wars. Look it up.”