Age: Unknown
Height: 6'
Weight: 145 lbs
Species: Human
Description: Sephiroth has fairly long blond hair, and in usually dressed in a brown travelling cloak. Sephiroth is in fact very rich but by the way he acts one would never know it.
History/Background: For years Sephiroth lived a peaceful life in a realm filled with beauty and purity, the sky was always blue (never any clouds) and the water always ran clear, life was perfect. One day upon awakening, Sephiroth went outside to gaze into the sky like he did everyday, only to find that it had blackened. Now alarmed Sephiroth looked to the water which now ran red with blood. He could hear the screams of his people and saw them all running in fear from something....fear, this was something new to him...their realm had been perfect for so long that the emotion known as "fear" had long since faded from knowledge. Sehpiroth being the ruler of this realm ran to see the cause of all the distress, he saw only a hooded figure, wearing all black and holding a staff in one hand and had a sword tied around his waist. The being must be of tremendous power to be doing this on his own. It is true that Sephiroth was once a powerful wizard and valiant warrior but ever since the times of peace and his gaining of the thrown, all of this had been lost to him. He looked behind the creature that moved slowly forward, his eyes filled instantly with tears...his family lay slain in a pool of blood, Sephiroth's eyes quickly dried and filled with hatred (another emotion that had been forgotten in the seemingly perfect world). Sephiroth took up arms and the being immediately turned to him as if it were feeding off of his hatred. He raised his sword high and charged at the creature and in a few short instances found himself lying on the ground with a searing pain in his stomach, and blood pouring from his eyes. He had cuts near his eyes on the outside edges of his face, surprisingly he was not blinded by this attack of malicious intent. The cloaked figure approached Sephiroth who had now...somehow made it to his knees. Blood still pouring from his wound Sephiroth tried to look upon adversary who now stood before him.
"You dare raise you sword to me? Brona Mephitic!" The creatures haunting crushing voice spoke out as it swung towards Sephiroth again, but again Sephiroth met Brona's blade with his own and casued a blinding flash resulted, the force threw Brona from Sephiroth landing hard on the ground and Sephiroth dropped to the ground. Sephiroth's eyes bled no more but the scar from the wound was more than obvious. Sephiroth now filled with a new strength, rose and approched his attacker, strikinh him before he regained his composer. However, Brona did not seem harmed even in the slightest way but at that instant words formed in the deepest recesses of Sephiroth's mind, he mouthed them mindlessly. A small portal then formed between himself and Brona, realizing his present situation Sephiroth stepped through it and closed in behind him. He was now in a place known as The Birth of Creation. Sephiroth dropped to the ground in pain that rushed through his scars. After a few moments the pain faded but Sephiroth realized that these frequent attacks of pain would never leave him and that the words that had only moments ago appeared in his mind for the first time, had etched themselves there forever. At this point Sephiroth developed and perfected the skill of Realm Hopping. He bgan travelling from place to place using the new ability that he has aquired. Sephiroth had been brought down many times because of the pain in his scars, he was determined that it must be some form of magic connected to Brona's sword. Many times in fact Sephiroth nearly died form the pain, but he always managed to fight off death. For centuries Sephiroth travelled from realm to realm, knowing that Brona was looking for him....he could feel it. Eventually Sephiroth found himself in a place that ever so slightly reminded him of his home. Draconia was similar yes, however there was a balance between good and evil, it was not one sided as is had be in Serenity (Sephiroth's home Realm) where good was dominant. He decided that he was done running, and he would make this his new permanent residence. Throughout his travels and continued even now Sephiroth has been improving his skills as both a wizard and warrior, waiting for the day Brona would finally find him. Time seemed to pass quickly years began to fade away, then one morning Sephiroth had seen the same black cloud that had once covered his birth place in the skies of Draconia...Brona had finally come. Sephiroth made his way to the plains and called out to Brona.....and sure enough, he came and soon the two of them were locked in battle. Yes Sephiroth had become much stronger in the years that he had waited for this moment but so did his opponent. Even in knowing he could not win, Sephiroth would not give up and allow this place to plunge into darkness, like his former home, Sephiroth would fight for his honour and for that of his loved ones. Sephiroth that day was left in the worst of condition, near tthe end of the battle when Sephiroth was done, he had nothing left, Brona's sword penetrated through Sephiroth's shoulder damagin his soul severly, it was the same sword that had given him the scars ages ago...the Steihl. Sephiroth dropped to the ground unable to bear the pain that flowed through his entire body, even though his mind. A few days later Sephiroth awoke in the hospital, and to his surprise Draconia had not fallen into darkness. Within a few weeks Sephiroth emerged from the hospital and saw that the black clouds surrounded a tower...he knew Brona resided there and that the only reason Draconia was still in existence because the fiend had much bigger plans. Sephiroth now prepares for one final battle with the one who has caused so much pain.
