About
Name: Zack FairWeapon: Buster Sword
Birth Place: Gongaga
Birth Date: 1984
Age: 23 (Deceased) / 26
Height: 6' - 6'3
Blood Type: O
Quote: "Boy oh Boy....the Price of Freedom is Steep!" - Zack Fair
Zack has a strong and spunky attitude, and is always ready for work. His personality helped him earn the nickname "Zack the Puppy" from Angeal. He is very loyal to SOLDIER and has dreams to become a hero. He also has a very friendly and caring personality, easily making friends with almost everyone he meets. Angeal's words of having dreams and honor have had a great impact on Zack, leading him to protect his honor and dreams as a member of SOLDIER, though still he retains his upbeat self. Zack is very flirty with women, occasionally asking a few out on a date as he did with Aerith right after meeting her, depicting himself to be somewhat of a ladies' man. Zack is also very protective of his friends, and will be ready to defend them without hesitation.
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Silhouettes flicking in dead lights
Ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit
We burst in solid centigrade
Heat transfer amplified
Kinetic figures all around
Dangerous girls in overdrive
Blood pressure widening our eyes
Ecstatic, polarized
Watch now, the sun Is fading away
And still the skyline is glowing in bright white
Let's drown in such an assembly
Let's yell until it all turn to black
(Doomsday party is starting out)
Testing endurance to defy the low performance
We deny all body failure, aiming high
Our breath intensified
And this is how we realize the tragic prize of wasting time
It doesn't make sense if we die
And we'll know in the end if we truly lived
And this is how we realize the tragic prize of wasting time
It doesn't make sense if we die
And we'll know in the end if we truly lived
We stop all motion for a while and bleed just to feel alive
Like a wave submerging us, we fall and shiver,
The welkin starts to ignite
And we know it won't last forever, it's nothing but a lie
A frail substitute for joy
Still, we want to define the line where life and death unite
Where night and day intertwine
We love and hate on fast forward
The momentum is getting wrong
Adrenaline is gasoline
The taste of dust is getting strong
Watch now, the sun is fading away
And still the skyline is glowing in bright white
Let's drown in such an assembly
Let's yell until it all turn to black
(Doomsday party is starting out)
And this is how we realize the tragic prize of wasting time
It doesn't make sense if we die
And we'll know in the end if we truly lived
And this is how we realize the tragic prize of wasting time
It doesn't make sense if we die
And we'll know in the end if we truly live