PIMP MY RIDE [ sephiroth's come a long way even in the short time he's been with glenn and the others back home, but he's still an uncanny, almost doll-like teenager, his expressions often subtle or entirely absent. it makes him a little, well, eerie, especially given the green glow and cat-like pupils of his wide, staring eyes.
he's polite and helpful, at least. he's monstrously strong, too, which becomes apparent as he stops by someone else to drop a few boards off of the frankly-alarming stack in his arms. he pauses there after he hands a few off, gaze drifting to the odd vehicles parked around the arena. ] .. Where do you suppose the magic running them comes from? I mean-- [ he turns his eyes on his newly captive audience. ] --what produces the magic here? I haven't seen any evidence of mako, so..
MASKING UP [ somehow, sephiroth looks even eerier with the lower half of his face obscured by his mask. for one thing, it's impossible to tell if he's trying to smile reassuringly.
he hefts the container of masks he's carrying, and despite his slight size, offers his other hand out without an ounce of self-consciousness. ] Since the winds are high, if you want, you can hold onto me. [ finally, the slightest hint of awkwardness as he shifts on his feet. ] I'm not familiar with the city yet, so I may need some assistance with navigation.
NEW WAVE, NEW AGE [ sephiroth's card-to-be is still a completely blank piece of metal, and despite the pen in his hand, he looks.. troubled, brows knitting and a small frown on his face. truthfully, though he wants this experience, he doesn't know how to proceed. he's never tried to do anything so.. pointless. no, not pointless, but.. so unnecessary? something meant only for enjoyment, for spiritual enrichment.
and if this is meant to represent his past, well.. his past is mostly pain, however necessary that pain was. the professor had made him strong, but it had been a long, ugly childhood, regardless. he's not really sure he wants that memorialized on a keepsake of some sort.
finally, chest feeling tight and frustrated, he scoots over to try to catch sight of what another person is putting on theirs. maybe he'll get inspiration? ]
SETTLING IN [ catch sephiroth awkwardly (almost shyly) dealing with having roommates, or taking long morning runs around the city, or self-conscious in the baths about his few needle and surgical scars. he's also available in the horizon for people from other territories! (his probably starts out resembling a lab crossed with a jungle.)
this is also the wildcard prompt, so feel free to prompt me. ]
sephiroth ( ffvii: ever crisis ) free cities
[ sephiroth's come a long way even in the short time he's been with glenn and the others back home, but he's still an uncanny, almost doll-like teenager, his expressions often subtle or entirely absent. it makes him a little, well, eerie, especially given the green glow and cat-like pupils of his wide, staring eyes.
he's polite and helpful, at least. he's monstrously strong, too, which becomes apparent as he stops by someone else to drop a few boards off of the frankly-alarming stack in his arms. he pauses there after he hands a few off, gaze drifting to the odd vehicles parked around the arena. ] .. Where do you suppose the magic running them comes from? I mean-- [ he turns his eyes on his newly captive audience. ] --what produces the magic here? I haven't seen any evidence of mako, so..
MASKING UP
[ somehow, sephiroth looks even eerier with the lower half of his face obscured by his mask. for one thing, it's impossible to tell if he's trying to smile reassuringly.
he hefts the container of masks he's carrying, and despite his slight size, offers his other hand out without an ounce of self-consciousness. ] Since the winds are high, if you want, you can hold onto me. [ finally, the slightest hint of awkwardness as he shifts on his feet. ] I'm not familiar with the city yet, so I may need some assistance with navigation.
NEW WAVE, NEW AGE
[ sephiroth's card-to-be is still a completely blank piece of metal, and despite the pen in his hand, he looks.. troubled, brows knitting and a small frown on his face. truthfully, though he wants this experience, he doesn't know how to proceed. he's never tried to do anything so.. pointless. no, not pointless, but.. so unnecessary? something meant only for enjoyment, for spiritual enrichment.
and if this is meant to represent his past, well.. his past is mostly pain, however necessary that pain was. the professor had made him strong, but it had been a long, ugly childhood, regardless. he's not really sure he wants that memorialized on a keepsake of some sort.
finally, chest feeling tight and frustrated, he scoots over to try to catch sight of what another person is putting on theirs. maybe he'll get inspiration? ]
SETTLING IN
[ catch sephiroth awkwardly (almost shyly) dealing with having roommates, or taking long morning runs around the city, or self-conscious in the baths about his few needle and surgical scars. he's also available in the horizon for people from other territories! (his probably starts out resembling a lab crossed with a jungle.)
this is also the wildcard prompt, so feel free to prompt me. ]