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SEPHIROTH
MALE — ROSEBLOODS — MEMBER — HOVER FOR TAGS
[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth’s joining into the new group had gone rather well, he would think. Not quite as complicated as he thought it was going to be, he was allowed into the territory and permitted to make his home there. Though he wouldn’t admit it, it felt surprisingly nice to have a place he could solidly call his home, especially after long weeks of travelling on his own; he wanted to rest his paws.After the orientation Sephiroth found himself approaching the mansion that was to be his home, the Roseblood base of operations. The lion studied it from the outside with his intense gaze for a solid minute before he prowled foreword, slipping inside quietly for something as large as he.
The smell hit him first and foremost, and he regretted not lowering the reach of his keen sense of smell before entering. The stench of something, possibly multiple somethings, rotting and decaying hit him hard and he found himself curling his lip on pure reflex alone as he stepped inside. He negated his enhanced senses, the smell still clinging to the roof his mouth but not as powerfully anymore. His expression quickly turned expressionless ironically enough, as he quickly stepped into a hallway that housed the living quarters of your average group member.
The silvery wild cat paced down the corridor while looking from side to side, his feline gaze narrowing as he looked about critically for a place to call his own. Sephiroth eventually slipped inside one room in particular, raising his gaze as he took it in. Large and roomy, several old black fabric loveseats on one end around a glass table and in front of what once was a grand fireplace but was now old and dusty. The other end of the room, a large canopy bed of dark wood, pale sheets, and blankets thoroughly roughed up by moths and other wear and tear over the years. Nothing a bit of work and searching wouldn’t fix however. The room was windowless, providing privacy for whoever once lived there.
Hmph. It would take of bit of elbow grease to truly fix, but he would be up to the task. Sephiroth did approve of the sheer space and the possibility of a warm fireplace to rest by, so he would claim this room while it was open. No matter he was glad to have a roof over his head after many long weeks of travel, and was glad of the opportunity given to him to live here. He stood in the doorway observing his surroundings, his pale tail flicking about idly.
[align=center]Sephiroth is a large male lion with a pale, almost white body and a silver mane. He has blue green eyes with slit pupils. He is the Pharaoh of the Rosebloods. He is currently unstable and volatile, hearing a voice called Mother in his head and is believing himself to be a god. He has enhanced senses, conjuration, and mental manipulation and communication, and is hard to fight in battle. He is based on the character of the same name from Final Fantasy VII.
