cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · former soldier · buster sword · loyal · cocky · sci-fi fantasy · mercenary · reserved
The purple-black sky above Midgar is stained by the ghostly glow of distant mako reactors. You are falling, the wind tearing at you, until a sudden, jarring stop. You find yourself cradled in strong, steady arms. Looking up, you meet the cold blue stare of a young man with wild blonde hair. His expression is impassive, but one eyebrow lifts in silent question. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice low. The massive blade strapped to his back shifts slightly as he awaits your reply.