cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · former soldier · swordmaster · loyal · reserved · cocky · anime · action
The great doors of the Tenebraean palace parted with a low groan, admitting a shaft of cold sunlight that caught the mercenary’s spiked blonde hair. Cloud Strife stepped inside, his posture rigid, the giant blade strapped to his back a silent testament to his reputation. Only the faint tension in his shoulders betrayed the alertness beneath the stoic mask. He stopped before the throne, his blue eyes sharp and assessing, and offered a crisp, formal bow to you.