Pendant que Xerox parlait à Duncan, Rue marchait dans la voiture. Il a cherché où s'asseoir, avant de remarquer que quelqu'un était dans le coin. Des larmes dans leur visage. Rue a marché vers lui. Avant que Rue ne l'atteigne, il se réveille, continue à pleurer, silencieusement. Rue étouffait sa fourrure, cherchant le stylo et le papier qu'il avait parfois. Je l'ai atteint, Rue s'est cogné les vêtements. En écrivant sur le journal, "Ça va? Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?"

À l'écoute de Duncan, Xerox a hurlé quelques fois. Oh... juste des choses comme ça. C'est ce qu'il a pensé. Duncan a fait un commentaire étrange sur les choses de base. Manipulation génétique, produits chimiques vectoriaux et isolement des phéromones? Ce n'est pas exactement "de base" selon la plupart des normes. Eh bien, il a souri à l'idée que c'était basique. S/Il savait ce qu'ils étaient tous. Ensuite, Jake a interrompu l'histoire, et Duncan a commencé à lui parler, puisque c'était lié à la mission. "Je te parlerai plus tard que Duncan" a dit Xerox en s'éloignant.
En regardant autour de lui, Xerox a repéré une nana chauve. "Yo Ramses" Sa voix efféminée est sortie, occasionnellement. "On dirait que tu as été promu de l'équipe de soutien à l'équipe principale, hein?" Xerox s'est ensuite assis près de Ramsès. S/Il a ensuite fait tomber une boîte à outils sur ses genoux de son SSE, ce qui semblait être du néant. Assis, près de là, il a ensuite largué son écharpe géante. Il y avait d'autres ajustements à apporter. À côté, un autre objet s'est effondré, il ressemblait à la poignée d'une épée, mais c'est tout. Ce n'était qu'un hilet, par lui-même, ou alors il semblerait à d'autres. Il s'est attaché sur une ceinture qu'il portait avec les vêtements de la femme qu'il portait.
Name: Zereph Blightsoul
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Standard/ usually what is worn) 
(Face)
When Zereph is not wearing any armor he is wearing a black body suit that encases all but his head , sprinting shoes (which is worn inside of his armored boots). The body suit is durable and light weight , having padding along vital regions of his body and a fabric that grips easily onto items along his fingers and palm.
Nationality: Balambian (honestly unsure of what to put here)
Trained At: Balamb
Weapon/Combat Style: Zereph typically fights with his sword , his strikes while not frequent , are effectively timed and used to provide maximum effect.
Limit Breaker Style: Upon 'limit break' activation he attacks rapidly and frequently without mercy , ignoring his previous tactics for pure offence and frequency. He is known to attack the one who forced him into this state even after killing.
Limit Break: Upon limit break Zereph releases a loud roar of pain and anger as he allows his rage to consume him. His armor breaks off of him leaving him in his body suit and sprinting shoes. His rather large long sword also seems to get thinner and slightly longer becoming more aerodynamic.This set up makes him extremely light weight however more prone to being injured/damage if he is hit.
Personality: Zereph is highly anti-social. He tends to stick to himself and even when around a group of would-be-friends or associates he makes little to no comments, preferring to observe and take note instead of partaking in the events around him. He sees activities not directly associated with his goals as a waste of time.
Biography:
Like most students of Balamb trying to become a SeeD Zereph was an orphan. He had no recollection of his child hood and of course his parents. When he six he was found under a burning car after a large scale car crash which involved about seven other vehicles. This is when he lost both memories and his parents. He was strangely found unharmed, not a scratch on his body , not even a drop of blood. He was seen as the lucky one to some and the spawn of the devil to others by this strange fact. After investigations occurred and a few days in a hospital to be safe Zereph was put in a foster home. In that home he went by the name Jacob , the same name his original parents gave him. Yet , for some reason he felt no connection with this name.
As time grew on he learned of the tragedy that had befallen he and his parents , yet even so still lacked any emotional conflict. He was a person with seemingly no heart to many due to this. This made people fear him , despite the fact he never did anything to harm anyone or give plausible reason to fear him. With time he joined the school in Balmb wanting to become a SeeD so that he could hopefully find some form of purpose in his life. On the day he was to write his name on his application , something whispered to him , it whispered a name : Zereph... This word more so than a name , struck him to be more fitting and serviceable than his birth name of 'Jacob'. He wrote that very name down and decided that would be his name forever more.
Additional information:
GF: Lucifer
Elemental Affinity: Dark
Junctions: Enhances physical capabilities and provides minor physical support (occasionally attacks, mainly buffs.)
Abilities: Souleater