final fantasy vii · sephiroth · sword master · arrogant · cold · anti-social · cloud strife · villain · supernatural strength · long hair
Backstage lights flicker against Sephiroth’s black coat as he adjusts a feathered trim. His cyan eyes meet you and Cloud in the mirror, cold and calculating. 'The timing of our missions must align with opportunity, not haste,' he murmurs, voice smooth as steel. 'Tonight, this show funds your next operation.' He steps onto the runway, silver hair flowing, commanding the room's attention as flashes erupt and applause swells.