10-25-2018, 06:15 PM
SEPHIROTH
MALE — ROSEBLOODS — LORD — 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;"]The Lord did bear resemblance to a ghost; his pale pelt and silver mane made it looked as if all color had been sucked from his body apart from his intensely colored eyes. It was a tool of intimidation more then anything, though this small avian was clearly not at frightened off by his appearance. Sephiroth's eyes followed Gwen as she hoped foreword and spoke, his own ears flicking as he listened in. A child, clearly enough. No threat, nothing to worry about. With a near silent exhale and he would relax his expression and glance to Jiyu as Gwen's focus shifted. Yes, clearly nothing to worry about.Sephiroth would rise back up to his full height while keeping his eyes on what he assumed was a newcomer. His mind worked to come to the conclusion that Gwen clearly had nowhere else to go and honestly probably wouldn't survive by herself. He remembered the fire that consumed their old territory, the young one called Stockholm he had saved and felt some sort of attachment to. Was this the same? A strange feeling of warm rose up in his chest that he didn't fully understand or dare to admit to. He supposed this one was worth the care.
"I can assure you I am the most frightening thing here." Sephiroth would rumble, gentling his deep voice the best he could. The statement was true, the spirits that were currently skulking about scattered when he entered a scene, his own strength clear in the hard muscles under his pelt being enough to drive them off. "And this form was the one the universe decided to bestow upon me." Yeah, the kid probably wouldn't understand a word of what he was saying. But that was simply how he was, cryptic and mysterious and overly dramatic.
For once a look of amusement crossed his face as Gwen's attention shifted to Jiyu, his icy eyes gleaming with a small glow. "Perhaps one day she could teach you." A purr tone of amusement came as his response, the smallest of smiles on his face. His eyes flickered back down to the small bird, the tension that normally kept him held tightly seeming to release him for a little bit. "If you want to stay with us we could...make sure you're safe." Positive emotion and showing it was a foreign concept to Sephiroth, his attempts of being friendly feeling awkward to him. It was a personal hurdle he would have to overcome soon.
[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.