When you think of a conventional family, you think of a family of four, with a father, mother, and two children, preferably a boy and a girl. Though there are some families with only one child or more than two and other families with one parent or maybe an extra set. Then there are families like ours, there are still four of us, but there used to be six. We're different than all the rest. We're orphans. Our father died three years ago at war and our mother died a year later, they say she was sick.
Our lives had always revolved around Shinra, which became ironic after the Wutai war began. We were wutaiian and we looked it. It was a surprise that we weren't rejected from the society on either side of the medium. Rye was a good SOLDIER and a loyal wutaiian; he kept us all stable in the world of politics and society.
Though, his fighting in the Wutai war had always bothered Akio and me. We were strong on following our heritage, just as strong as we were on becoming Turks. Of the four of us, we looked the most wutaiian. Plus, we were twins. Our hair was long and black. Akio's was seemed so long because he's male and on a male, hair that passed your shoulders is long. My hair was inches longer, down to the center of my back. We had the same eyes too, hazel. We were built like our mother, with middle sized bones and we were strong, just like she was. She was too strong to have died from a disease, we knew that. So we said it was heart break that killed her. It was always so much more romantic than dying just because the Lifestream wanted her back.
Rye, on the other hand, was built like our father. Strong, fit, muscular, perfect for a SOLDIER, something they both were. He had the same dark hair as we did, but it was shorter than Akio's. He kept it spiky too. It always seemed like at least one girl was after his heart. I could see why though. If I weren't his sister, I would have felt the same way, but not because of his build. It was his eyes I always loved. They were always loving, always protective. It was a shock to think he had killed. His eyes were the rarest color for a wutaiian, light blue with darker blue flecks sprinkled within them.
At this time, we were never sure who Tobar looked like. He was only eleven then and his looks always changed. One year he'd look like mom, the next he'd look like dad. Yet, his hair was a lighter color, dark brown instead of jet black. It made him look "distinctive". That's what mom told him when he asked why he didn't have the same dark hair as the rest of us. He had the average brown eyes of a wutaiian. That's what Tobi was, average. He never wanted to be much; he just wanted to fight in the Shinra army one day. He never had his chance either, he was about to apply when Shinra collapsed. So, he was just an average person, with an average job. Akio never became much more either.
