Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Class: Focused Blade
Weight: 170 lbs.
Build: tall and athletic
Cold and ruthless. Before his decent into insanity he becomes murderous and vengeful. He also develops something of a messiah complex.
Ex Mode Reunion: His one wing appears over his right shoulder and he gains the ability Glide and Heartless angle.
Ex Burst Super Nove: He sends his foe flying into a sun on the verge of going super nova.
Sephiroth was idolized for his supreme strength and considered a war hero. After misinterpreting his origins, and believing himself to be the only remaining survivor of the Ancients, or "Cetra", Sephiroth enacts a vendetta against mankind, with the ultimate goal of becoming a god and controlling the Planet. His final missio with Shinra was to inspect a mako reactor in Nibelhiem where he found monsters and a room labled "JENOVA". He then locks himself in the basement of the Shinra mansion reading book conserning the "Jenova Project". After learning the truth he burns down the village of Niblehiem, after he burns the village he goes to the Mako reactor to find who belives is his mother.
The air was thick; warm. Swirls of brilliant lights danced and disappeared while the unstable ground simultanously shifted in all directions. This place... Yes, this place... It held significant meaning for Sephiroth. Standing at the center of a large rock-made platform, the silver-haired warrior of Chaos momentarily closed his illuminating jade eyes. He tried to summon whatever memories this strange location inspired in him. Only a few images flickered in his mind, though, too fast to comprehend and decode. Yet, when Sephiroth mentally saw the face of a blond-haired warrior, he knew he was one step closer to his answers. While many warriors of Chaos and Light waged their petty wars on each other, Sephiroth remained focused on his lost memories. He'd taken his life in a previous cycle to determine if he was the real Sephiroth and not some pathetic, mindless manikin. With one piece of the puzzle obtained, he was now set to collect more answers. Perhaps in uncovering who he was he'd discover a way to remove himself from this sensless game of chess and create his own path; his own destiny.
Sephiroth held out his left gloved hand. It glowed briefly before a long, elegantly shaped blade appeared. Masamune. His obedient weapon, she gleamed brightly. Sephiroth finally opened his eyes and took a step forward, his long silvery hair trailing behind him. It was time to locate the mysterious blond-haired warrior. The young swordsman's blood would be Sephiroth's salvation.