[FF7: Veld Dragoon] Beauty and the Beast
Album: "Heroes" by David Bowie Claim: Veld Dragoon Characters: Veld, mentions of people Rating: PG-13 Summary: Veld's backstory. Un-miraculous beginnings. Notes: Veld's ran and coasted through life. He's found his fit, but of course, the comfort can't last long.
Weaving down a byroad, singing the song That's my kind of highway gone wrong
Veld ran away for the first time when his name was Thomas.
It was a farming sort of place he was the middle of seven kids and his parents were good, tithing members of the Church of Alexander. It wasn't the place that Thomas wanted to leave, really. He was only seven and didn't know any better or different. In fact, he knew quite little beyond getting the eggs, milking the cow.
But Thomas had a problem. He didn't like being touched. He hadn't meant to hurt his brother at all.
Something in the night Something in the day
It just happened.
Nothing is wrong but darling Something's in the way
Veld joined the army when his name was Koshi. Fish marketers had picked him up and since he worked well and was too shy to protest many things, they took him along. Koshi was curious at seven years old and his new home was teaching him many things.
There's slaughter in the air Protest on the wind Someone else inside me Someone could get skinned…
The war is what took Koshi's little twitch and made it something much more deadly. When a side is losing a battle anyone who can hold a gun is a soldier. For a young gaijin who was trying to make a place for himself, the war was a perfect opportunity.
My-my Someone fetch a priest You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
But Wutai lost the war. Koshi was renamed Veld by the ShinRa SOLDIERS that picked him up. They'd laughed about his Midgarian and he'd lashed out. By this time Veld was a fighter. Fighting was the constant in his life, more than even his own name.
And then she came into his life. She brought order. The woman was Michelle Tally. She was a dichotomy of genders. Her attitude could be called male, her professionalism and deadly manner were enough to make anyone respect her. She was hard edges and smooth curves and she had no qualms cuffing a mouthy thirteen year old who could barely speak Midgarian.
Veld needed her more than he realized.
I wanted to believe me I wanted to be good I wanted no distractions Like every good boy should
He was young to be an assassin but Veld felt that he wanted to protect Tally. Even if she was, in his mind at least, someone untouchable. Veld needed direction and he'd finally gotten it. More than that, he found an outlet where his violent sorts of tendencies were not only appreciated, they were expected.
He'd risen quickly in the ranks, not because of talent, or because of natural gifts. Veld attained the position of Turk Second because it was the first thing he'd ever honestly wanted. He worked for it night and day to become a master at tactics, to become a good shot, and to become someone who people would follow.
My-my
Tally began to fade into the background then. Maybe she'd be the first to retire, actually retire. Veld hoped so. She gave the word, he gave the orders. Tally, in her own way was more powerful than the president.
As his first true job as leader, Veld had quite the mission in front of him. He'd been given someone to teach and train as a partner. Not just anyone, oh no, this kid was a "project" of the Science department. If that didn't make Veld sick enough, the kid was also the son of the man his comrades and he referred to as "the Grim Reaper".
Vincent Valentine, everyone would admit, was something else.
Nothing will corrupt us Nothing will compete Thank God heaven left us Standing on our feet