*Suddenly, Nobuo Uematsu and a 100 person syphony orchestra parachute in from nowhere. They begin to play an incredibly epic peice, complete with Ominous Latin Chanting.
From the heavens descends a figure with auburn-barkish-sienna-silver hair that extends to almost his ankles, blood gore sanguine red eyes, an outfit consisting entirely of leather and death midnight raven feathers, which match his wings – one which is feathered with those self-same death midnight black raven feathers, the other of which is leathery like a the wings of the bleakest demon spawn of the blackest pits of hell. He carries a massive katana, longer than he is tall, and has on gloves tipped with the blackest claws. He lands, more or less gracefully, then attempts to draw his katana... and almost falls over.
Straightning himself, he proceeds to speak.*AT LAST I HAVE ARRIVED. I, THE GREAT JEFFIROTH!
*at this, the Ominus Latin Chanting echoes his words: JEFFIROTH!*COWER IN FEAR MORTALS FOR YOU FACE YOUR ULTIMATE DOOM! IT IS I! JEFFIROTH! THE BLACK TERROR OF DEATH WHO IS DEMON AND SERAPH AND ALSO HUMAN, THE BLEAK DOOM WHICH COMES IN THE NIGHT WHO WILL SHEATHE SEVEN FEET OF SHINING STEEL IN THE SOFT WELCOMING FOLDS OF YOUR WET INTERNAL ORGANS BEFORE YOU ARE EVEN AWARE OF MY FELL AND TERRIFYING PRESENCE EXCEPT YOU WILL HAVE A VAGUE SENSE OF FEAR IN YOUR HEART BEFORE I ARRIVE AND SLAY YOU! I, JEFFIROTH, UPON WHOSE SOUL DARK RAVENS PERCH UPON A LABYRINTH OF BLOOD RED THORNS OF BLACK ROSES UNDER AN UNMERCIFUL MOON OF DARKNESS IN A CLOUDED STORMY SKY, WHO CAW FOR VENGEANCE AT THE BLEAK ETERNITY OF LIFE. I, JEFFIROTH...
*this continues for quite some time.*
[OOC: Jeffiroth, from Those Lacking Spines
. No, not Feffirof despite the avatar. JEFFIROTH!]