ＰＬＡＹＥＲ ＮＡＭＥ: Eilidh
ＰＬＡＹＥＲ ＤＷ: brightness
ＣＯＮＴＡＣＴ: ikanas | aim: fleijaing
ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ ＮＵＭＢＥＲ: 3

ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ: Sephiroth
ＳＯＵＲＣＥ: Final Fantasy VII
ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ:

Sephiroth cuts an imposing figure, as one would expect from a world-renowned war hero. He is tall (6'1-6'3, canon can't make its mind up) and broad in the shoulder, lithe but powerfully built. There is a grace and precision to all of his movements that might put one in mind of some sort of predator. He's handsome, but it's in a too-symmetrical sort of way that makes him look a little inhuman, a little alien - this does not hold back his fanclub, of course. With his trademark black leather, long silver hair, and eyes that glow mako green, he is at the very least difficult to overlook or forget.

He is not a terribly expressive or warm man in how he presents himself to people - he's never had to be warm, and expressiveness is surely some form of weakness. His smiles are not necessarily hard won, he's not unfriendly by any means, but they're always small, restrained things, just like everything else - it takes a lot to visibly ruffle him one way or another. This is a man who has spent his life singled out, branded a cut above, and it shows.

( ｉｍａｇｅ )

ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ: ( ｆｉｎａｌ ｆａｎｔａｓｙ ｗｉｋｉａ )
ＴＩＭＥＬＩＮＥ: During his mission to Nibelheim, post visit to the reactor.
ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ:

"Ever since I was a child, I knew I was not like the others... I knew mine was a special existence... But this, this was not what I meant... Am I- A human being?"

Sephiroth's life, his very existence, was something carefully sculpted and moulded by master hands to create the man he is today. From his birth, he has been destined for great things, pushed and trained and shaped into the path he walks, the place he holds, the pedestal he stands on. The people of the Planet call him a hero, call him The Great Sephiroth. He is a figurehead, a man known of by many and yet known by few, winning respect and awe even from his enemies, and idolized by all the rest.

And he's not unaware of this. How could he be, really? This is what he's meant for. With this knowledge definitely comes an arrogant streak, a pride. Sephiroth is unbeaten, after all - he's on top and he's known it for much of his life. For the most part, however, Sephiroth isn't the type to show off or act in a flashy, attention-grabbing manner. He doesn't need to. And, arguably, he doesn't want to. The flourishing theatrics are more Genesis' style, not his. Sephiroth is confident, yes, but it's a quiet sort of confidence, a simple knowledge and reliance on what he knows he's capable of. He doesn't have to push himself, doesn't have to test himself, doesn't have to prove a damn thing - he's already done all of that.

Besides - when it comes down to it, Sephiroth is actually fairly shy. At the least, he's a withdrawn individual. Past the legendary skill and worldwide renown, Sephiroth is coolly professional and a little aloof. He does not need to speak loudly to make himself heard. Doubtlessly part of it stems from his reputation, but even without that in tow, he's an intimidating individual and he makes little attempt to be anything else. Why should he? He's the Great Sephiroth; this is what people expect.

Though seldom unfriendly, at times he can be a little abrupt, a bit brusque. He does not suffer fools gladly, and has little patience for stupidity, for the irrational and illogical. His manner is purposeful, to the point. His edges are sharp for all he tends to treat things with a mild, unfazed air. His humour is dry, leaning to sarcasm. Even around those he likes, those he's close to, he can easily seem cold.

Sephiroth is distant, and in company tends to linger on the edges of the crowd, never quite able to blend in, to go unnoticed. The world moves around him; he's never quite felt like a part of it. Although for the most part he simply comes across as reserved, these underlying cracks begin to show eventually. His speech can falter between perfect formality and the opposite, sometimes jarringly. His surface is not a thin veneer, it runs deep - he's not the type of person to wear a mask. Behind closed doors he is hardly a vastly different person - perhaps a bit quicker to betray impatience or frustration, yes, but he could never be called a hothead. The first impression he gives off is a pretty accurate one. He can come across as a little impassive, unemotional - he can, after all, be a very callous and ruthless individual when he needs to be. Shin-Ra, the company responsible for him, are hardly known for their altruism or philanthropy. Sephiroth never really questions this. Why would he? It's all he's known. At one point, he brings up that he may well leave Shin-Ra eventually, but this doesn't seem like some great moral decision so much as a need for a change, a recognition that things are stagnating. It's not that he fails to comprehend morality, or ethics, but he's a soldier and he's been trained to obey, for the most part. An excellent strategist as well as a fighter, Sephiroth has experience leading. Subsequently, he tends towards calm, favours reliable logic and rationality, head over heart.

Because the heart is fallible, and riddled with weakness. Sephiroth does not fit in, but he's always wanted to. His life has been a pretty lonely one - of those who were present in his early life, not just a passing face, only one stuck around. Professor Hojo, who was responsible for the vast majority of the experiments. Sephiroth has no great fondness for the man - if anything, he seems fairly resentful. He leans to solitude and isolation, slow to open up to people and having few close friends. The loss of two of his greatest friends only made this more acute. Genesis and Angeal both left willingly, and though he shows frustration at their actions, it's covering a deeper sense of loss, and the uncomfortable knowledge that he was not enough. The majority of people he's actually known haven't stayed put for long, and it's not a stretch to say it's left Sephiroth pretty bitter about it, and believing that such is the unfortunate norm. That distance constantly maintained is at least in part self-imposed as a response to this, though his isolated, impersonal upbringing also has a lot to do with it. For all his brusque manner - Sephiroth certainly lacks for empathy - he is a loyal, caring individual to those few he holds dear. When Genesis is wounded, Sephiroth is notably troubled that he is unfit to help. When Shin-Ra tries to send him after his errant friends, he uses his privileges as a SOLDIER First and refuses. When Zack is worried about things back in Midgar, Sephiroth dismisses him from his mission without preamble. Despite his withdrawn nature, Sephiroth is a social creature. He doesn't particularly like being set apart from everyone else, being different, and the fact that he's insecure is made clear by how easily, how quickly he starts to question himself in Nibelheim. It doesn't take much. Sephiroth only has to see the mako-built monsters in the reactor and he begins to voice doubts he's carried all his life. What is it that set him apart? What makes him so different?

These are questions he has staunchly set aside - ignored - since his youth. But his mission in Nibelheim has brought them careening to the forefront of his mind, and there can be no more willfull overlooking. Sephiroth is plagued by the need for answers - and this is a downward spiral that was about to push him over the edge.

ＡＢＩＬＩＴＩＥＳ:

As one of Shin-Ra's 1st Class SOLDIERs, Sephiroth has been subjected to a range of augmentations designed to enhance his abilities to something superhuman. But Sephiroth is not like the other SOLDIERs. Sephiroth surpasses them all. Having been experimented upon even before birth, exposed to JENOVA cells and mako, Sephiroth has been made stronger than the strongest, faster than the fastest.

From before his birth, Sephiroth has been shaped for a single role in the eyes of Shin-Ra - victory. He is a super soldier whose entire life has been spent training, learning, practicing for this sole purpose. Both on and off the battlefield, Sephiroth is a highly intelligent individual, capable of sharp, keen calculation and quick thinking. His 'hero' status was not bestowed upon him idly.

The strength, speed, and prowess of any SOLDIER First is considered something incredible. Sephiroth's is considered unreal. He is powerful enough to cut through a building in a single stroke, and fast enough that it can even look like he's disappearing and reappearing elsewhere. Mako is also considered to heighten the senses, making for sharper sight and hearing. His weapon of choice is a sword, longer than he is tall, that only he can wield, but he is also adept in the use of Materia. Materia is a crystallized form of energy from the Planet that allows the user to cast spells.

He is, at his canon point, the most powerful man in the world. Children all over the planet aspire for even a shred of Sephiroth's renowned ability.

Outside of this renowned ability, however, Sephiroth is rather lacking - and that's because he's been focused on one outcome all his life. For all his intellect and power, he's never really learned anything else that would likely come in useful except fighting. He is, as said, a man of one purpose - and he fulfills that purpose exceptionally well. Everything else has been ignored for the most part, and left at the wayside in the wake of destruction.

ＩＮＶＥＮＴＯＲＹ:

● his black leather ＳＯＬＤＩＥＲ ＵＮＩＦＯＲＭ
● the ＭＡＳＡＭＵＮＥ, his sword. Between 6-8' long. Not compensation.
● one ＧＯＬＤ ＡＲＭＬＥＴ for defense and materia
● ＭＡＴＥＲＩＡ

• ＲＥＳＴＯＲＥ, mastered.
  
• ＲＥＶＩＶＥ Missing.
  
• ＡＬＬ (x3) Missing.
  
• ＥＡＲＴＨ
  
• ＦＩＲＥ
  
• ＩＣＥ
  
• ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ
  
• All offensive Materia will no longer be mastered on his arrival, meaning the spells won't be anywhere near as powerful as he's used to. In fact, they'll all be pretty weak. He can level them up again, but that will take a fair amount of time

● one ＴＯＵＧＨ ＲＩＮＧ for extra vitality and strength, in true RPG style.
● one ＰＨＳ communication device, rendered absolutely useless.

ＰＲＯＳＥ ＳＡＭＰＬＥ:

Libraries are quiet places. He knows this. Libraries are quiet places; it's a constant, like how Midgar is a polluted place and the bay of Mideel is warm and rich in mako. The library beneath the mansion is no different, only it is. It takes quietness and turns it into something palpable, almost corporeal, like fog in the air. The silence prickles along his skin as a hundred thousand needles. It's like mako, in many ways. Earthen and alien at once. It is not a comfortable feeling, it does not put him at ease, it does not help him think. (Overthinking, he's pretty sure he's overthinking right now and that has always been something he tries to avoid, always something dangerous.)

But he stays where he is, down the spiral staircase and under the mountains, under the surface of the world. He could drown here, if he let himself. The green glow of the lamps (it all comes back to mako) could suffocate him.

The library has the answers, the answers he's sought his whole life, the answers he needs. So he stays. He reads. He learns. Date: X/X/XX - Jenova verified as an Ancient. Jenova, your mother, the JENOVA project, the sealed door, the monsters in the reactor --

It is a lot of work for just one man. (but you're not just a man.) He thinks of Zack, of the cadet he'd shoved aside on the mountain path. He thinks perhaps he could have help, if he asked for it.

He won't, though. He refuses. And maybe it's his pride, but more than that it's fear. He doesn't know what he'll find in here (yes you do). He doesn't know why the place is oddly familiar - the shelves of books, the old computers and machines. The operating table with neatly labelled tools. The empty tanks. (yes you do, you know this place, you have been here before. you have lain on that table, been suspended in that tank.) The nostalgia, the familiarity, the homecoming, it sings in his nerves, settles in him and tugs and he is bound, by her, is this how he was made - made?

That kind of baseless (it is baseless, it is) thought won't help anything - idle speculation is the method of fools, it had been Hojo that drilled that into him. He has to focus, has to do his research, even if the insidious knowledge that he's approaching this as he would an experiment is - chilling. Confusing. Makes his head hurt, makes him ache, as if this is it, he will be pulled apart by this, he will break - no. He shuts his eyes, rubs gloved fingers against his temple in a feeble attempt to rid himself of the pain.

Except, everything changes when he shuts his eyes. He feels it, hears it, smells it. The stuffy underground air becomes something open, there's wind in his hair. The silence that reigned absolute gives way to the rustle of leaves - no, pine needles - and soft birdsong. There are no more musty old books, no more apparatus long unused, and, more concerningly, this is not Nibelheim. The air is too clean, unmarred by mako, by Shin-Ra. There isn't a reactor anywhere near here.

He's frowning before he opens his eyes, and the sour expression lingers as he looks around, assesses - how?

The Masamune is at his feet, at least. It doesn't much improve his mood, however, even if the weight in his hand is a comfort. Wherever he is now, he needs to get back. And soon. It takes him a moment to get his mind working, so focused as he was on Jenova, on Ancients, on silence, but then he remembers his PHS, wonders why that wasn't his first thought.

No signal. Of course.

His frown deepens.

ＪＯＵＲＮＡＬ ＳＡＭＰＬＥ:

[ mirror ]

[ steel gleams silver in the morning sunlight, but the shining metal is marred by a slick of dark blue, like oil. some might recognise it as fae blood, and the line of the steel is surely a blade. this is a message in itself, a warning. Sephiroth isn't particularly fond of theatrics, especially not now but, well - needs must sometimes.

the mirror's screen pans up over black leather and armour, to reach his face. this is no PHS, it's a little archaic, but it seems to be serving a purpose that his PHS currently lacks - namely, communication. he doesn't waste time asking for his comrades, something else is going on here even if he's not sure what.

besides, if another SOLDIER were close by, he'd know. he always does. (and he cannot help but notice that this place lacks the metallic tang of mako thick in the air. alien. strange.)

his tone, when he speaks after a moment of eyeing the screen, is clipped, controlled. frustration ebbs into his voice, impatience, as if, more than anything else, this is an inconvenience. an obstacle to be overcome. ] ...an unconventional briefing. Not the most efficient, either.

[ he almost, almost cracks a smile. but confident as he is (and even that's being tested currently), now's not the time. he continues in a more purposeful, pointed manner, neither rude nor threatening but with a sharp edge all the same. ] I'm not familiar with any settlement known as Demeleier. [ from his tone, it sounds like this is incongruous with what he's used to. he knows his geography. ] I was directed to announce my arrival, however. SOLDIER first class, Sephiroth.

[ whatever that means, these days. he was trying to find that out for himself. ]

More substantial information would be appreciated. [ in other words, start talking people, please and thank you. ]