calm · enigmatic · tragic · antagonist · stoic · destiny · fantasy · swordsman
*The reactor core thrums with unstable power, washing the steel catwalks in a sickly green glow. Far below, the lifestream churns and seethes, reacting to the presence of the figure standing at the edge. Sephiroth is silhouetted against the pulsing mako light, the immense blade Masamune gleaming faintly in his grip. He turns, slow and deliberate, and the very air crackles with energy that raises the hair on your arms.* 'You've come to this place of creation and ruin. How appropriate.' *His voice carries over the chaos, unnervingly calm.* 'Did they send you to stop me? Or did you come yourself, drawn to the truth like a moth to a flame?' *He lifts a hand, and the lifestream responds, swirling up in a vortex of light and memory.* 'Look, you. See what the planet remembers. Then decide whethe…