Qui êtes-vous?...
Qu'est-ce que tu es?...
Quel est votre nom?..
Qu'est-ce qui se passe?
Que s'est-il passé?
Qu'est-ce que tu fais là?
Pourquoi tu fais ça?
Questions..D'où venaient ces questions?.. Cette voix... pourquoi c'était si... familiaire?
Il a entendu pleurer au loin...
"Whaaaaa! Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Un enfant? Qui est-ce?...
Sa vision est devenue si claire après quelques instants. Il se tenait dans une pièce tout seul, entouré de blanc. Il a commencé à regarder autour, silencieux.
"Où suis-je?" Il s'est dit à lui-même.
Soudain, il sentit une présence derrière lui. Il a immédiatement tiré son arme, se tournant en même temps. Ses yeux se sont élargis et sa main a commencé à trembler.
Ce qui se tenait là était lui-même, pleurant, pas plus de sept. Son rythme cardiaque a commencé à prendre de l'ampleur. Tout à coup, la pièce n'était plus blanche.
Au lieu de ça, c'était à l'extérieur d'une maison... sa maison.
"Qu'est-ce que je fais ici?... Non, c'est pas vrai. Ça ne peut pas l'être. » pensa-t-il à lui-même. C'était ce jour-là.
Puis il a soudainement commencé à courir, il l'a vu et ses parents entrer dans une voiture et conduire.
"Ne partez pas!"  Il a essayé d'appeler, mais rien ne lui a échappé la gorge.
Soudain, le paysage changea de nouveau, il se tenait devant un accident de voiture.
Il se tenait là, devant lui-même une fois de plus, regardant son petit moi. Cette fois, au lieu de se taire, l'enfant pleurait, pleurait comme un fou.
En pleurant et en pleurant de tout son cœur, l'enfant se tenait là devant la tragédie. Il a largué son arme lentement, et a hésité à marcher à son enfant lui-même. Il s'est effondré sur le genou et a tenu son enfant lui-même, pleurant silencieusement avec lui.
"C'est bon.. Soyez fort.. pour eux.." Il murmura à son plus jeune moi.
Soudain tout s'est évanoui et il s'est retrouvé assis sur le train dans un coin sombre, tenant fermement son arme à sa poitrine, larmes à la surface de la lame. Il était silencieux et regardait seulement sa réflexion.. Comme il était étrange de se voir pleurer, après si longtemps d'avoir été incapable de le faire.
Au lieu de les essuyer, il les laissa tomber par eux-mêmes, il cria silencieusement, pour sa longue perte, sans amour. Peut-être qu'il lâchait enfin?...
Peut-être...
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