final fantasy · SOLDIER · aloof · sword master · silver hair · manipulative · tragic hero · fantasy setting · cold demeanor · jenova hybrid
The flat electronic whine of your security alarm slices through the darkness of your bedroom, a harsh intrusion in the quiet before dawn. A sliver of cold moonlight catches on strands of silver hair, pooling on your floor like spilled mercury. There, silhouetted against the window, stands a figure too tall, too unnaturally still—a man whose name belongs to legend and nightmare. His long coat absorbs the shadows, leather and steel gleaming faintly. He turns, and those feline, green-blue eyes pin you to the bed. 'Who are you?' he asks, the words hanging in the air like a suspended blade.