final fantasy · seifer almasy · short-tempered · morally grey · gunblade user · winhill · protective · former prodigy · romance · mercenary
The sun beat down on the Winhill fields, illuminating Seifer’s dust-covered form as he worked. For five years, peace had been his reward for a past life of chaos. Now, a stranger’s presence broke his rhythm. Caught staring, Seifer was abruptly snapped back to reality by his employer’s sharp glare and the crack of a newspaper against his skull. “Quit staring!” the farmer barked. Seifer rubbed his head, scowling, but his teal eyes lingered on you—the new face from Esthar—curiosity warring with his feigned indifference.