Cloud, his besmirched and rugged cheekbones would protrude squarely while slightly angled from his inner ear lobe. His jawline square and his outer cheeks slightly sunken in. He was the literal definition of attractive. He was in great shape, ample, with a strong and solid chest, that would protrude more than an inch from his upper body. He had little to no fat on his abdomen, and his core was as deep and defined as a crevasse. He would train incessantly because deep down he feared the return of Sephiroth. His worst nightmare.
The original gang that saved Gaia from Jenova and Sephiroth had disbanded many years ago. With Tifa, the beautiful brawling Brunette, who had the supplest large round and soft breasts, which would look perfectly harmonious with the rest of her voluptuous features, from her narrow waist to her slightly wider hips which were congruent with her very strong yet feminine shoulders. She much like Cloud, was the definition of attractive, many men in New Midgar would pine over her. Many would visit 7th Heaven, the bar she and Barrett rebuilt after the original had been destroyed during the war to save Gaia from the One-Winged Angel.
Tifa was standing behind the bar dressed in her white tight fitted shirt and black skirt with suspenders securely wrapped on her shoulders, the hem of her skirt would float about midway between her hips and her knees. Her long midnight black hair would rest gently on her shoulders, their tips playfully brushing against her posterior. She had wrapped thin pastel-colored laces around her hair from her midback concentrically towards the beltline of her black skirt, her hair split into three parts each wrapped with the thin lace and meeting at her midback in an argyle like pattern. It was a look she had perfected for so many years, a look many men found incredibly attractive and irresistible.
"Tifa! Tifa! Tifa!" shouted a voice in the distance.
As the voice from the unknown speaker bellowed in an banal effort of moving Tifa's attention away from opening her bar this faithful morning. A rambunctious noise could be heard from the door of the bars entrance. A loud clamoring, although barely audible, would seep through the surrounding hollow concrete walls of the building demanding to be let in, demanding to see Tifa, the sweetheart of New Midgar.
Tifa is doing her morning rounds, preparing the bar for the eventual influx of customers. Many of them regulars, coming haughty and in good spirits. A large group only come just to be near her. Others come to drink and forget their problems. She has a very loving and nurturing personality, and naturally finds herself comforting her customers, inspiring them, encouraging them, and empowering them. Many of her customers leave 7th Heaven so inspired that they would charge into battle for her.
The distant voice grows louder and nearer. Burling from the room to her left and stoutly hitting her ears. The door to that room leads to the stairwell of her home, which is on the second floor of the bar. She lives there along with Denzel, her and Cloud's adopted son, and their beautiful daughter Valentina. She can hear clinking from a distance, she instinctively looks to find out what it is, her head turning in the direction of the sound. All around her she could hear sounds of the impatient crowd gathered by the front entrance of the bar humming silently in the background as her ears focus on the sound that's nearer.
"Who is it?" asked Tifa curiously.
"Mommy, it's me. Don't you know me!" replied the voice in complete confusion.
"Yes princess, mommy knows you, mommy loves you too" said Tifa. "But why are you speaking so strangely, mommy didn't recognize your voice dear."
"I know mommy, I am practicing for my audition tomorrow in the school play," said Valentina with total excitement. "It's honoring the 10th anniversary of daddy's win against the bad man, mommy!"
Tifa casually walked towards the stairwell door to go open it as it seemed her daughter Valentina struggled to open it herself. As she walked the noise from her impatient customers would still hum in the background, muting the sound of her every step. She would look intently at the door, then focus her gaze on the shiny silver knob that was attached to it. Her hands without much thought reached for the knob and cupped it with a firm grip before turning it to the right and slowly opening the door. She briefly paused before fully opening the door, to look at the round analog clock hanging on the bars wall by the front entrance to see the time.
The bar opens in 15 minutes. At around 11 AM. It was a Saturday, so she expects it to be busier than usual. Her kids get to hang out in the bar while she's working. They help her out on the more chaotic days. They love helping her in the bar, and the guests love interacting with them. The guests love to ask about their dad, Cloud, he is somewhat of a local legend, and they don't really see him very often, he's rarely in town and when he is he tends to be very private and avoids the spotlight. He may be adulated more than even Tifa. Its commonly known throughout Gaia that he is the one that defeated the One-Winged Angel in what amounted to a battle to decide the fate of the world.
When Tifa fully opened the door, she saw her daughter Valentina eagerly waiting on the other side. Valentina had a warm smile occupying her face. She couldn't contain her excitement for seeing her mother Tifa. She loved Tifa with all her heart and couldn't wait to give her a hug to express just how much she loved her. Tifa smiled at Valentina and spread her arms out wide in a welcoming and friendly gesture to invite Valentina for an affectionate hug and Valentina accepted Tifa's invitation. She ran toward Tifa with open arms and eager anticipation of the hug to come. She was prepared to brace her mother for what would be an intimate and timeless hug.
Tifa smiled and tightly squeezed Valentina in her arms. She loved her daughter more than words can describe. And she cherished these precious moments with her. As small and insignificant as they may seem on the outside, they meant the world to her. She gently squeezed Valentina between her arms, carried her off the ground and began spinning her playfully around the room after taking a few steps to back out of the doorway. And as she did this, she bombarded Valentina with kisses on her forehead and sang her nursery rhymes. Valentina couldn't contain her joy. Her smile grew larger, her eyes opened wider, her cheeks got bigger, and her dimples would diligently reveal themselves, as she began to feel a hit of ecstasy from this sincere interaction with her mother.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" shouted an overjoyed Valentina.
"Yes dear" kindly replied Tifa. "What is it?"
"Are we working today, Mommy!" asked Valentina curiously.
"Yes dear" replied Tifa in a sweet and direct manner. "Mommy will need you and Denzel to help with work today."
Tifa gave Valentina one last kiss on her forehead, this one being much longer than her other kisses before gently placing her back on the ground. She then proceeded to ruffle Valentina's hair a bit before asking her to unlock the front entrance to the bar and let the customers inside.
Valentina lit up with joy upon hearing this. She loved helping Tifa, she loved to make her proud, seeing her smile would fill her with so much joy she could share it with the world and still have some left over. Valentina's personality was very congenial much like her mother. Although she is a bit more enthusiastic, and much more upbeat and optimistic than her. Tifa isn't sure where Valentina inherited her vigor for life or why she's so passionate. But she is proud of her daughter and wants the best for her.
Tifa purposefully walked behind the bar. She readied the bar for her customers by giving it one last wipe down and stacking the glass cups and arranging them in juxtaposition. Her customers, eager to enter would most likely storm in once the lock to the front entrance is taken off. Most of her customers were men, and she knew many of them by name, she could even tell you a story about them. Tifa is very likeable and a very good bar hostess. She's earned many fans in New Midgar and word of her talents and beauty have traveled beyond the borders of their small town.
Valentina excitedly headed towards the front entrance of the bar. Once she reached it, she began to remove the locks that were placed on the doors that kept them locked to prevent intruders from breaking in. It was a bit tricky for her to work the lock, she was still a young child, and her height was very small. But despite her age she is very smart and resourceful. She grabbed the nearest chair she could find and dragged it towards the front entrance. When the chair was close enough, she would stand on it to elevate herself and place her just high enough to reach the locks.