Sepiroth gazes nothing as he listens to the announcement, looking disinterested. Yet inside his mind is whirring like clockwork, an emotionless mask that hides a very strange mind. Putting a slender hand to his face Sepiroth- or rather Anramath- hides a smirk that crosses his thin and cold lips. He keeps himself in check, always in control of himself. In real life people found Sepiroth scary because of his 'schizoid tendencies' and avoided him or in the case of his father, used it as a means of control. No one has to know here, in this world he could just be a man who's extremely in control of his actions. In this world it is a boon, rather then a curse. Inside he laughs as his eyes flicker around at all the faces, inside he howls in laughter as he sees so many new and innocent faces. Inside for the first time in a long time, he feels alive!<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">...Sometime before..</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sepiroth sits cross legged on his thin mattress, head lowered as he grips the knife tightly in his hand. For once he's alone, for once he's being left alone. With his free hand he fingers his split lip before gently touching his black eye. “why..?...why?” he whispers, feeling tears come into his eyes. But he will not let them come, real men do not cry. He gazes at the bruises and scars on his legs, then at the marks on his torso and arms. He knows that he's destined to be alone, these marks.. these ugly marks, these ugly etchings of the past and present have made it impossible for him to get close to anyone. 'and who ever becomes my boyfriend will see much worse..' he reflects sadly.<br/><br/>He turns his gaze back to the knife, watching it glisten with promise. He smiles faintly pauses, slowly placing the knife back down as he thinks. 'was life always as bleak as this? Did I ever once feel alive, just once?' his mind runs through so many painful memories and things that he longs to forget, it filters through each one in some vain attempt to find happiness and a reason to live. His expressionless eyes widen a little when he remembers entering another world and finding that happiness. “of course..” he whispers. “if there is nothing for me in this world, then I will return to the one I left behind.. and stay there.. forever.”<br/><br/>he makes his way to his father's study, knowing that his father will have kept everything he'll need. As he walks he remembers his time there. He was a women, a beautiful women.. even when he was forced into his true self he still kept up the disguise and no one was any wiser. He had so much fun! Watching many people team up, watching them work together.. watching them die. He did indeed have his fun, so much fun as he killed them. Killed them in game and effectively real life as well, he can still remember their cries. 'monster!' oh how he loved that word, it gave him a sense of power! Why did he ever fake his death and log out?<br/><br/>His mouth tightens. “because I was a little fool who thought things would be different.” he mutters to himself as he enters his father's study and dons the equipment once more, taking a deep breath. “this time.. I need no disguise..” he thinks to himself before he lies on the floor and get's ready to enter the world of the living once more..</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">...now...</span><br/><br/>so now he walks away from the announcement, as giddy as a school girl and as happy as one. He looks around and takes a deep breath with a happy yet barely noticeable smile. 'it's such a delight to be here once again.. I am Anramath, I am not bound by what I used to be.' he thinks to himself, he walks into the central area and sits down by himself. He knows his road will take him far, far and into the darkest of places. His heart beats with anticipation because it now has the strength to take him there, but first he will sit here and savour this moment.<br/><br/>He will savour it because once he makes the first move, once he takes the first step on his journey.. there will be no going back, because the monster within him will awaken and consume all in it's dark fires of hate.<br/><br/>He brushes some of his silvery white hair with his fingers as his eyes settle on a dress shop, he smiles faintly and stands up. “I need to look my best..” he says in a strange flat tone, before striding towards the shop.. to spend the bit of money he has on the dress that most suits his taste, as for the acessory he wants.. he'll find one of those in a dungeon, that will be most ideal.<br/><br/>As Anramath opens the door to the store and hears the little tinkling of the bell he smiles darkly and thinks.. 'game on..'