![]() ![]() Seifer was born 18 years prior to the events of Final Fantasy VIII. Stalwart Flurry: Seifer twirls around becoming a spiraling tornado of blades, Seifer can be moved extremely quickly at this time but can't move vertically. The other committee members are Fujin and Raijin, both of whom are loyal to Seifer and consider themselves a "posse". Seifer's temper and impatience often leaves him losing to Squall, and ironically, despite his reckless and arrogant nature, Seifer is the head of Balamb Garden's Disciplinary Committee. ![]() Seifer is a stubborn, arrogant, loud and outspoken rebel, while Squall is a silent, strict follower of duty. The scars are mirror images of each other, with Seifer's pointing up-left (from his point of view) while Squall's points up-right (from his point of view). As you probably know, both Seifer and Squall have a facial scar from their duel in FF8's opening cinematic. Even though they are rivals, always battling to prove their superiority, they have an unspoken mutual respect for each others prowess in battle. There are many parallels between Seifer and Squall. Even though they both use a gunblade, their fighting styles are also very different. The color scheme of their clothing is opposite, as well as their coat lengths. His chin is square whereas Squall's is more rounded. His hair color is light, as opposed to Squall's brown hair. Starting by getting the damn bandage on.As Squall's rival in FF8, his appearance is directly opposite in many ways. Nobody could tell you otherwise, and you'd prove it to all of them. You deserved to be here, fighting on the front lines, just like the rest of them. I can handle this myself." You were sick and tried of everyone treating you like glass. I don't like clinics and I don't need them. You huffed and kept your eyes on the bandages you were trying to wrap, "I don't want to. "For crying out loud, you'll bleed to death before you get that bandage on. There were only so many times you could fail at wrapping a bandage before you got lucky and it stuck, right? You bit your lower lip in concentration and focused on getting the bandage on. You took a deep breath before sitting down on the cot and continuing your fruitless actions. You watched him as he walked over to one of the many shelves looking for something. "I can see that." He scoffed and marched away from you. I don't need a doctor." You argued, "I can handle it." Who the hell comes to a supply closet after their wounded, rather than the clinic?" Seifer came over and began to throw the unused supplies back into the bag while avoiding your droplets of blood, "Obviously. "That's- Yeah, ok." You nodded and then cleared your throat, "To be fair, I think I've lost a little too much blood. You opened your mouth before closing it and then opening it again, "What gave it away?" "You're the new idiot from training today, aren't you?" He mocked, "The one with zero defense skills?" "I." You slowly shook your head, "You're that Seifer guy, aren't you? I've heard about you." He looked back up at you, "Seriously, what the fuck?" He came further into the room and let his gaze travel from your injured arm to the first aid pack on the small cot that was open and unpacked. "I uh, I don't know how to reply." You blurted honestly. His blue-green eyes were narrowed at you in what seemed like distaste, and a few strands of his short blond hair hung in his face. You turned from your spot in the medium sized storage closet to see a guy standing in the doorway. You would get this wound wrapped, or so help you-Ī startled cry escaped you as you jumped in surprise. A long cut from a sword that was bleeding profusely. A sigh slipped from your lips as your nose crinkled up in pain. The stark, white bandages you had been trying to wrap around your wound were covered in splotches of your blood and were basically useless now. You bit back a curse as your bloody hand slipped for the fourth time. This mind-numbingly painful training course couldn't last forever, right? Right? You knew from the start that training was going to be a bitch, but you were determined to push through it. Also, the prompt may have run away from me a bit. Seifer has never been someone I'm super comfortable writing for, but I researched for like an hour and tried my best ( a ndalsobroughtLizintomakesureIwasntruiningit). ![]()
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