Unrequited Desires (Seme Sephiroth Needed)

[Nicholi]

Status: OPEN, FREE

 

(Looking for a paraplayer to play Sephiroth. You must post a min. of 1 paragraph (4-6 sentences) per post. One liners will be turned down automatically. Private Message me for a quicker response.)

 

 

Name: Cloud Strife

Age: (Unknown)

Location: 23 years old

Appearance:

 

 

Blinding pain filtered through his senses, leaving his head fuzzy about where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. A voice in the back of his mind told him that whatever it was it was immencially important. Cloud opened his eyes only to shut them again as a bright light invaded his senses. Wondering where he could possibly be where there could be any form of an artificial light was taking up most of his brain power. If his brain had been working to its full potential he would have noticed two things. One he was definitely not in the damp cave anymore, and two he didn't have use of his hands. Both notion alerted warning bells in his head and his eyes snapped back open.

 

Cloud's eyes had still not fully adjusted to the light, making everything a bit blurry. At first sight he noticed that he was in a small room of some sort, small but definitely eloquent. He was lying on a huge four poster bed with black velvet curtains hanging down around him. The room was decorated in all the artsy kind of stuff you would expect to find in a stuffy rich persons house. Including the fancy velvet couch that you know couldn't be in the least bit comfortable, but is there anyways because it looks nice. The walls were a nice cream color that accentuated the fullness of the room, and sort of brightened the black comforter he seemed to find himself lying on. The comforter felt to be silk against his neck and wrists, which just so happened to be pinned against his head.

 

Stretching his neck back to get a better look he confirmed his earlier suspicions and found that his hands were firmly bound to the headboard of the plush bed he was currently inhabiting.

 

His head snapped up to get a full view of his surroundings, and what he saw made his skin crawl. In his initial evaluation of the room he had missed one piece of furniture. An old wooden rocking chair propped in the corner of the room. Now this rocking chair mind you was a very normal thing indeed. It was the person, or rather thing, inhabiting said rocking chair that made the hairs on the back of the blonde's neck stand on in. The person who had wrecked his life so many times and then showed up with a bulldozer to do it so many times more. The man who was his past, present, and most likely his inevitable future. Glowing blue eyes narrowed at the look of satisfaction in the man's eyes, and one word of utter hate escaped his lips. "Sephiroth..."

[Nicholi]

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