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Name: Cid Highwind
Birthday: February 22
Age: 37
Height: 5' 10"

Cid is not an addict. He just really, really likes tea, cigarettes, and watching stuff blow up.

Here's a more detailed description, just because I already had it thrown together:

Physical: At 5’ 10”, Cid never quite reached his ideal height. He never really lived up to his desired appearance, either, but he works well with what he has. He could be roughly described as ruggedly handsome, with blue eyes that occasionally shift to grey, creases between his eyes, and the ever-present stubble on his cheeks and chin. The crow’s feet he bears at only 37 are products of stress, deep thought, and many eye-crinkling smiles. His ears a bit large, though not abnormally so. His sandy blond hair is a little messy and unpredictable. To prevent it from showing off too much, he holds if back with his dearly loved flight goggles. Those close to him swear he looks naked when the goggles are missing. At first glance, he seems to be a bit stocky, but closer scrutiny reveals a slimmer man than expected. His confidence gives the illusion of greater size.
His dog tags from his days in the Air Force and his flight jacket are as closely linked to his Cid-ness as are his goggles. He’s stopped wearing the jacket so much. These days it enjoys a comfortable life, tied around his waist. And, of course, the obligatory cigarette. His day is incomplete if he doesn’t smoke at least one, much like the way he feels without a cup of tea in the morning.

Personality: You don’t know Cid Highwind. He doesn’t know you. He’s just fine with that. At first glance, Cid is way beyond rough around the edges. On the surface, he is rude, uncaring, and likely to find humor where there is none. If you don’t have anything from him or want anything from him, he’d prefer you get off his lawn and let him get on with his life. On the other hand, if you’re selling chocolate or some exotic tea samples, he’s game. Also, if you need his help, he’ll be glad to help. You just won’t know he’s glad, because he’ll grumble and curse his way through repairing your car’s engine, getting your pet cat down from that stupid tree in your backyard, or helping your idiot son get his trapped hand free from the cookie jar. He’ll also take a cookie from that jar, if you don’t mind. Other than that, don’t expect him to take your payment. He does these things because he’s a good guy, or maybe only because he’s bored and has nothing better going for him. Don’t expect him to thank you for that chocolate, either.
Okay, so you’ve kept pestering him. Good job- you weren’t deterred by the outrageous gesticulating and the yelling. You want to get to know him? He’ll be more than glad to talk your ear off. Just don’t try telling your own story in response. He’ll fall asleep once you get past your name. He snores, too, loud enough to let you know he’s sick of listening to your voice and your fool babbling. He’ll be totally honest with you, as well. If he doesn’t like your face, you’ll know it. He has no use for beating around the bush. You want to know if you look fat in that dress? If you don’t want to know, don’t ask. He’s not going to sugarcoat the truth for you. For all his bluntness, he’s got a roundabout way of helping. For example, when Cloud tried to figure out what they were missing in their attempt to stop Meteor, Cid’s bit of advice was, “What, did that girl go off to that place?” He meant, of course, that Aerith had gone to the Forgotten Capital for a reason. He just didn’t want the responsibility for the suggestion if it turned out to be the wrong road.
Other than that, he’s a pretty normal guy, but don’t think about insulting him. He’ll come back with something much nastier than whatever you said. Don’t tell him he’s not the best, either. The best what? That doesn’t matter. His ego covers all areas. Don’t push it by asking questions he can’t (doesn’t want to) answer.
All right, seems you’ve worked your way into his life. Congratulations, you get to see what he’s really like now. What is that, exactly? Well, it can be summarized in two words: big kid. He loves to laugh, be the center of attention (for good reasons), and make others laugh. He’s really not all that sensitive, but it is possible to hurt him with the right combination of words. For instance, never even insinuate that his mother was anything but perfect. That’s likely to earn you a black eye. Don’t tell him his father deserted them on purpose, either. That hurts, because for all he knows, it’s true. He hardly remembers the guy.
The chivalry that saved Shera did not expend itself in one burst. He’s quick to defend women, whether from crude jokes or a raised fist. You may wonder, if this is true, why he has a barely-dressed woman painted on his airship. He’ll toss aside that question with florid hand gestures and more grumbling. You’re lucky you only get the grumbling.
Overall, Cid is one of the many people hiding behind carefully designed facades. His is fashioned to resemble the sort of man he never really managed to be. He always dreamed of being untouchable, hard-hearted, rich, and dashingly handsome. Why? That was the type of man women wanted when he was a teenager. Once he grew up and met a few more people, he decided the ladies weren’t all that important. Still, he wanted to be the man with a stone wall around him. Seems he was born too friendly for that. Patience and tea are the roads to his heart. He prefers they come in the same package. He wouldn’t say no to some cake, while you’re at it.

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