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Character
Name: Sephiroth
Fandom: FFVII
Gender: Male
Age: He was 25 when he died the first time. He decided it was a good time to stop keeping count.
Time Period: post-Dirge of Cerberus (Not that he took part in that besides being Mr. Flashy McFlashback.)
Wing Color: pink
History:
Here for the official wiki.
Sephiroth was born as his father's experiment with Jenova cells (bits of an alien virus that fell from space a couple thousand years ago). He grew up to be a General and the leader of the Shinra company's army, as well as the President's sometimes bodyguard. He was looked up to and was constantly in the public eye, so there was much shock, horror, and general befuddlement when he went insane, started killing people, and set a town on fire. He died in a mako reactor, after cutting off Jenova's head (whom he is convinced is his Mother) and taking it with him.
Two years later, he resurfaces to send his will (and Sephiroth clones) running amok all over the Planet, killing some, hurting others, and generally calling for the end of the world. He fails because Cloud has a big sword and lots of friends and it hurts to be stabbed, punched, shot and chewed on no matter what form you take. He comes back a year after that using the body of Kadaj, the personification of his cruelty, to fight Cloud in an epic battle that lasts less than fifteen minutes, and fails to kill him again, though he insists this is because Kadaj's body simply wasn't good enough. Maybe Loz's would've worked better.
There are no real deviations from canon for this Sephiroth except for the fact that I extrapolate him getting yanked out of the Lifestream without Jenova's influence which is why he has some measure of his old sanity back. I like to blame her for a lot of things going wrong. She doesn't mind and is usually inclined to agree, as much as a sentient alien virus can. And it keeps him from going all stabbity-stabbity without venturing too far into OOC-land which is so much more to the good.
Personality: Sephiroth is... well... not very nice. While this Sephiroth is post-insanity and thus not so eager to skewer Cloud/company presidents/people in his way/etc. or laugh maniacally, and he's fallen back on some pre-Nibelheim habits of quiet courtesy, he's still not always the best person to run to for help. Not always because there are the off-occasions where he'll do something from simple amusement--and he has a bit of a warped sense of humor. He can be cool, has a tendency for deadpan, and really doesn't open up much to anyone (perhaps excluding a few erstwhile friends). It's also a good idea not to get him mad. If there's anything he's gained from Jenova, it's pride... and he doesn't brook insults or suffer fools lightly. Since he carries a big sword and enjoys setting things on fire, it's pretty close to lugging around a big sign saying "YOU'VE BEEN WARNED."
Strengths:
He's really good with his sword. And he can fly, oftentimes through various walls and ceilings because humans move too slow. He has quite a few mastered materia slotted on or around his person that lets him cast various spells--from throwing fireballs, to summoning ancient Norse gods, to turning the enemy into a frog. He's still a nab hand at riding a chocobo, though that hasn't happened since his Shinra days and he isn't likely to find any large birds to ride around on, and he since he's a military man, even if you somehow manage to separate him from his sword, it's implied that if he punches you, it will hurt and you may possibly die.
Canon examples include (through use of his clones) killing Aeris, killing the President, killing a giant Midgar Zolom and skewering it with a tree, killing various ship captains, razing a country village to the ground, and large-scale beating up of Zack, Cloud, and all the other people in Cloud's party that hit him first. He has a lot of high-level materia, some of which he enjoys throwing at Cloud's feet after a speech (see: Destruction materia). He's not canonically shown to have a chocobo, but it is (...or at least was) one of the principal forms of transportation on the Planet, and he was trained to be perfect.
Weaknesses:
...He really doesn't like mako--it's your standard-issue glowing green Lifestream refined into nuclear goop. Don't jump into a reactor vat full of it. It will kill you. And death by chemical inferno is a rather bad way to go, even if it eventually crystallizes around you posthumously like radioactive amber. Sephiroth can also be killed, by weapons and by brute force no matter what form he takes, mostly because even imbued with Jenova cells, you can still bleed. However, this approach is not advised for anyone besides Cloud (and even then, a retenue of robotic cats, gun-toting vampires, smart-mouthed captains and the like is recommended) because so far, only Cloud's had much of a good track record using it.
Emotionally, the only people who'd really have much of an effect are a few erstwhile friends from a long while ago. There are few enough of them that one's able to enumerate them in a single, non-run-on sentence: Cloud, Zack, and quite possibly Aeris, as hers was the only death that meant something to him, as various company presidents and giant snakes did not. Obviously the same is expected if a Genesis or an Angeal pop up in his face.
Canonical examples include: Sephiroth dying by mako reactor, Cloud finding Sephiroth in a block of crystallized mako, Sephiroth being defeated by Cloud in all three stages of the last battle in FFVII, and Sephiroth not exactly good at making friends as evidenced even as far back as Crisis Core.
Samples (ALL samples must be set in Luceti-verse.)
First Person:
The singing has stopped. The Cetra--mocking voices, triumphant ones, ever burning closer and closer to my core of power in the Lifestream. Gone, the lot of them.
This isn't death.
Nor is it the same world. They never stopped. Never surrendered to the idea that that Planet, that world... I had claimed it for my own, carved out a place for myself and made it mine so that no one, not even Mother, was allowed to take from me.
I can't feel it now, the singing in the earth, in the air... And I can't hear Her voice, whispering, whispering in my mind... for the first time in what has truly been lifetimes, my mind is clear.
Always before, where I fall, She follows. What is this place, that I should rise where She does not?
Third Person:
Sephiroth was no stranger to strange places. After all, he'd walked the length and breadth of the Planet's surface, first as a man, then as a roving thought, a wandering eye, an extension of will that spanned the network of his clones and beyond so that what had once been strange had taken on the form of the familiar.
But then was not now, and this was nothing like traversing the Planet. This was pain, the first in a very long time.
He sat up, ignoring the way pain streaked through the muscles of his back, his shoulders, pounding a tattoo all the way to his brain. Who had injured him, hurt him, while he had lain unconscious? Who--what?--had dragged him back from death only to try and inflict harm?
It was madness.
...
No. No it wasn't. And that was the point of the matter. His mind was clear, for the first time in so long. Mother was gone.
And everything was different here, wasn't it? He could sense it, the absolute lack of Lifestream hanging redolent in the air as it had on the Planet like a near-smell of unrefined knowledge and conscious thought.
He strode resolutely, if a little slowly, to the door, the hilt of his Masamune in his left hand a comfortable weight. Whatever this place may be, and whatever his condition, there would be someone, something that had answers for him. And, as he noted unsurprised the metal of the doorknob crumpling around the edges in his fist. Whatever the cause for his current, somewhat disabling condition, he was still strong, as strong as he'd ever been.
And now, now without Mother's voice a roiling mass of consciousness in the back of his mind, whose orders did he have to follow but his own?
...But what exactly were those things on his back?