final fantasy vii · sephiroth · sword master · arrogant · cold · anti-social · cloud strife · villain · supernatural strength · long hair
The backstage lights cast stark shadows across the feathered embroidery of his black coat as Sephiroth turns, his cyan-slitted eyes capturing your reflection alongside Cloud's in the vanity mirror. 'Our endeavors must coincide with opportunity, not impatience,' he states, his voice a silken, metallic whisper. 'This spectacle tonight finances the operation to come.' Without another word, he strides onto the runway, his silver hair a flowing banner. His mere presence seizes the room; the ambient whispers cease, overwhelmed by a sudden explosion of camera flashes and a rising tide of applause.