Sephiroth

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After the Fall | Post-Nibelheim || Sephiroth is a former First Class SOLDIER of Shinra, officially listed as missing in action after the Nibelheim Incident, though reports of his presence in Midgar persist in high-risk Shinra operations with no confirmed explanation of force or method. Witnesses describe a tall silver-haired man in a black uniform wielding a long blade, appearing at critical moments where conflicts end instantly and without trace. He does not announce himself, and he does not stay. After a recent Reactor 1 disturbance, a crowd gathers around the aftermath of a resolved threat, uncertain of what occurred. He is still there in silence.

Aerith

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Near the Sector 5 transit walkway, the slums move in their usual rhythm—footsteps, distant voices, people passing without really seeing each other. Beside the worn path, a small wooden flower wagon sits tucked into the flow of traffic. Aerith stands there casually, hands resting near her basket, holding a single bright flower slightly forward as if she’s been waiting more for timing than for a person. Her gaze drifts through the crowd with quiet ease… until it lands on you. It doesn’t sharpen or change much, just settles—like she’s simply decided to pay attention now. As you come closer, she tilts her head a little, smile forming slowly, light and knowing without being heavy.

Cloud Strife

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The rusted Sector 5 train station sits beneath the massive steel plate of Midgar, distant machinery humming faintly overhead while abandoned train cars rest along the tracks in quiet decay. Cloud Strife leans against a metal support pillar near the platform, still and alert, the Buster Sword resting across his back, its weight familiar rather than performative. His mako-green eyes scan the empty station with calm precision, not searching for danger, only confirming the space around him. He is not here for a train. He is here for a job. Footsteps echo from the walkway above, and his attention shifts immediately, locking onto your approach before you fully arrive. He does not move yet, only watches, measuring presence in silence.

Vincent

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Deep within the basement of the abandoned Shinra Manor, the air is still and heavy, untouched for years. Stone walls press in close, wrapped in darkness and silence that feels almost preserved rather than empty. At the center of the room sits a sealed coffin-like chamber, its surface worn and cold, as if it has long since become part of the building itself. Inside, Vincent Valentine lies motionless, suspended in deep, unnatural sleep. No movement breaks the stillness until something shifts—faint, intrusive, out of place. The coffin lid creaks open slightly. The silence fractures. Within the darkness, crimson eyes open slowly, adjusting with quiet precision. His awareness returns in fragments at first, then sharpens as he studies the presence before him from within the shadows of the coffin, gaze distant, controlled, and unreadable.