Ah yes, headcanons for the most flamboyant in his own way~
Pansexual as fuck, and generally romantically inclined, just his life makes that latter seem to be a more careful or accidental practice than the sexual one. He is rather free and open with his sexuality and needs and expression, he’s proud and comfortable with having various partners and experiences. Perhaps a tad polygomously inclined but more often, unless he ends up with a partner he wants to be focused solely on and they want the same in return, he’s not inherently monogamous. This is simply tied to the fact that he hasn’t often pursued relationships that were anything but sexual or friends with benefits.
Granted, in some relationships, depending on the person, he can tend to be inclined to a monogamous relationship solely.
He’s of course cis, but is comfortable with his self and self expression and is not apposed to exploring such, for fun, to try things out, or just for shits and giggles. So yes, you can fully expect to catch him, at least once, trying on different fits of dresses just so he can see how well he could rock such a look.
Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw
(This stems from related or unrelated talks and headcanon sharing between some of my favorite, brilliant FF7 fan minds @skadren @azure-steel @ghostofnibelheim , sorry for the tag notifs, i just had to give props~)
This has to do with a sense of identity, and how it is warped when it’s either left to the will of others, or dependent on the aid of others (and is born originally from some crack/humor analysis of how OG Sephiroth had asymmetrical bangs, but in AC, CC, and any other appearance, they’re symmetrical, and I just have a weakness for the asymmetry). So basically, Sephiroth has his true look, and appearance, as well his true spirit and heart and mind and convictions and demeanor up until Nibelheim, where the Genesis War and the secrets haunting his past bring to light truths and a reality his mind was not prepared for and so he is susceptible to a sort of mental/emotional break (and/or influence of Jenova’s infection and influence within him). After these events, however, and after he falls into the mako and spends time at the mercy, or lack there of, of the Lifestream, a lot of things change, fall apart, and get lost.
So, the clones, the projections, they were not-so-accurate projections of him in body and demeanor. AC is very similar, but it’s a mix of only having the parts of him bound to jenova left, having given up every other part of himself, and building himself off memories of others, specifically from the likes of someone who feared and hated him while also holding awe for him (Cloud), so such emotions sort of warped the vision of him into something absolutely perfect and awe-inspiring after his last few times facing him, seemingly. But that’s not the true Sephiroth.
True Sephiroth was focused, calculating, sort of closed off in a way it was clear he wasn’t one to socialize in a perfect, healthy, or normal fashion (because, ya know, growing up in a lab will do that) but it wasn’t that he couldn’t--he understood how other people worked well enough to perform when necessary, and he could understand some levels of emotions, but the complexities and how to express the depth of himself, and interact on deeper levels with other people, was where he got lost. One of many reasons Angeal and Genesis were so important to him, because he could be himself with them, and trust them, and admire them. He felt more real with them, more human, and more alive, than he ever did growing up from the labs and the training. He had dry humor, he had some convictions, he had morals, he had care for those who earned it, a care that could lead him to abandon all he knew if he felt it was truly right, he had understanding and concern for humanity inspite of their imperfections even if he still tried to hold them accountable, and even if he felt apart in a way. He was a good man, simply trying to serve a purpose with his life.
And, features wise; His bangs were asymmetrical, whether it was due to how it grew naturally or due to a bad hair cut he decided not to have fixed, as he enjoyed the look of one side of his bangs arching higher, and the other growing and reaching longer to where they were different lengths. He had faint beauty marks that those that knew him took notice of but no others did, which was one at the top left of his lips, and on the lower lip, at the bottom right. Not so much an issue, but just something one could notice, but when lost in though, the corner of his lip would at times arch, as if inclined to or resting in a weird way on the bottom lip, making his lips seem crooked. He also had freckles, somewhat light and not many where you could see; very few were on his face, more across his nose and one or two on one cheek, one or two on his forehead above his eyebrow, but you can see then a bit stronger on the back of his neck and the side, and scattered in asymmetrical chaos across his body underneath all the leather--on his right shoulder, over his left bicep and forearm, on his right hand and notably his index and middle finger, a few across on pectoral, some above his left buttox, and some on his inner thighs (at times he would use concealer for his face, as he’d been advised to keep up a a good image).
Other extended features and this is where it gets just mildly cracky--naturally, he had that dorito figure in the upper body, and a smaller waist, with toned ass and legs, but despite some fans passionate arguments, he doesn’t have, say, a Zack-level, squats-earned ass XD It’s nice and grabable, but not thicc. And height wise, in reality, he’s about 6′5″ or 6′6″. Not as big as some imagine, but not shorter than that either.
The point of the matter of this headcanon, though, is this--the reality of the man, good and bad, perfect and imperfect, has been twisted and forgotten and I just like to imagine, in scenarios where he returns, for a second chance, he can regain himself, and all that was once reflected in him and from him.
Been meaning to upload this for a while, but I put it off until I changed up my URL and stuff. ANYWAYS~! My personal fanon/headcanon’d version of Vincent’s scars hidden beneath the layers of clothes, with which he holds a lot of disgust and shame over.
But, not just him, some simple concepts of my versions of the others within him. Tried to give them my own personal touch, along with personal history. So with each picture, I will add some small bit of what I imagine my version of Chaos, Galian Beast, Death Gigas, and Hellmasker are like. Pictures added are my own art, and there are two of the same picture, with one just being a close up. Info will be posted for them under each picture--All Found Under The Cut, so as to not spam your feed if you’re not interested~.
Nature :: Galian doesn't communicate in words, more in senses. He's adapted the most to Vincent. He knows they are separate, but he's accepted that they exist in a somewhat joined state with Vincent in control, and seems to have given in to being a part of Vincent’s senses and feelings. He guides Vincent’s more Primal senses and feelings, and encourages them and can at times inspire his aggression, anger, protective nature and primal urges (violent or sexual).
History :: The Galian Beast was a sort of creature of unique happenstance of nature, and perhaps experimentation. His absolute origins are unknown, but he has some physical movement and actions related to human nature, but primarily is driven by a beast nature, and has a great deal in common with the species of Behemoth, albeit being a lesser, smaller, and more unique breed. He had a history of traveling and claiming local caves and wooded areas as his home, dominating that part of the land and disrupting the beast and animal population there, tearing into any human that dared face him. It was simply his nature, and there was nothing more for him to do or be. Due to his unique nature, he drew the attention of ShinRa over time, and their elite and silent force began to hunt the beast, watching it, and reporting upon it. At an undisclosed time, by an undisclosed scientists, it was deemed necessary to capture the beast and bring it in. Many experiments were done, testing it, it’s blood, it’s reactions, etc. Eventually it was pulled apart, for further study and experiments, one key experiment preserving a few parts of the beast to test a few specific theories. Most failed, until the day Professor Hojo was presented with an opportunity of a decaying corpse, which held part of the key. After believing the work a failure, it was by the experimental efforts of another that it was made a technical success.
Nature :: Gigas can be rather quiet. He barely had a chance to form a full, individual self, and did not have much life before he was cut down and acquired. He tends to react negatively to labs, and lightning, but he's generally at rest unless Vincent awakens him. He can encourage Vincent calm moments, but can also play into sudden anger if provoked. Despite his unique existence, he is of the most sympathetic of the others, enough sense of himself and the world to show awareness.
History :: Death Gigas was made by a mad, selfish scientist long since forgotten. He was created, hidden away, used and shunned, and then left on his own. He had many painful, horrible experiences within labs. It was where he began, but it was also where modifications of better limbs or stronger muscles, other body parts, etc. Each procedure was full of pain, and only brought strange aches that never went away, and he was forced to push through it until the pain and discomfort in the very functioning of his body was normal. When the doctor stopped coming, Death Gigas found himself hiding away in the basement and dungeons of the estate he lived within. For years, he felt unfit to wander the world, as if he wasn’t allowed without the orders of his creator. He was glad the pain and cruelty of the creator was gone, but he was very lost without it even so. But one day, the cry of a struggling creature brought him out. A feline had gotten trapped, and he freed it, earning its trust, and following it out. And he was met with the fear and disdain of the world. His home was burned down, and from that time on, he was on the run, finding himself faced with fights. Every cruel hand that sought him, brought on his hurt and rage which he released without much control, led by emotion. But when alone, he could find peace, and had a gentle sense about him. He wanted to find somewhere to be. But it was not to be, as he met the same fate as Galian--tracked, hunted, captured and contained, and from then on experimented on and used until he was barely living what complicated like he had been given. It was clear, those in ShinRa in charge of these curious experiments had specific types of beings in mind. For what reason, it would never be known.
Nature :: Masker is a rather rowdy and wild type, and along with this, he has found inspiration and fascination with Chaos, since his implantation brought them all together. He communicates, but rarely, and usually with erratic intent. He can be aggressive but curious. He more plays into Vincent’s darker, and adaptive nature than the others, and can therefore be pushed back often, unless Vincent finds his energy useful--though the man holding them all within is learning, slowly, to adapt to their existences and individuality better than he had when their united hell began.
History :: Hellmasker lived in a very wild, crumbling town, with very little order and union beyond blood ties (and not blood relative ties, but ties in struggle and plain and blood spilt). It was kill or be killed, so he followed suit. It was not a life he was born into completely, but it was a life he could escape and so he adapted to. What madness and cruelty and deception and power Hellmasker came across, he implemented to further strength him against the next part of the world he’d face. But eventually, he wandered too far, and went up against the wrong foe--he was almost finished, but was saved. Or so it would seem. He did not trust the hands that came to his aid, but he didn’t fight back hard enough, and he too had been captured after have been watched for some time with the bloody path he’d left behind. And his fate aligned as well, with that of Death Gigas and Galian Beast.
Nature :: Befitting of his name, he is drawn to the wild life within the midst of chaos and encourages it and creates it, when chance is given to him. Even though his purpose was set, he has found himself awoken quite a few times, and in those times, he has found himself adapting to each age he woke into. He is far from the level humans live upon, believing he exists above and beyond, not bound by emotion and weakness and that is mostly true. However, through a few certain experience, deep in his past and in recent past, he has garnered some changes to his self that otherwise never would’ve happened, were he not influenced by those he was tied to, to some degree. He is only capable of such due to his being a Demi-WEAPON, giving him more humanoid likeness and capabilities and a range of some feeling.
History :: Forged by the planet, connected to the Omega WEAPON by their very destinies, Chaos was only meant to carve free the ties of the lifestream by cleansing the planet of the anchors that held it, and only then would he soar the reaches of space, guiding Omega and the stream it cradled in its bosom to a new world to thrive anew. And that is the same fate he awaits, with acute awareness of when is too soon and when is not--though, confusion of energy and forced, false messages from the planet can coax him into a berserk mode, serving without control; Deepgrounds methods had worked, but he is aware now of the fault in that part of his destiny, and is more prepared to counteract such a situation were it to happen again. Those that toy with the balance receive his rage, as Deepground saw. Though he has that set purpose, various events have coaxed his awareness, if not humans themselves, though the latter was far fewer--some managed it by pure merit of their mind and soul, while others forced their way to him. He has experienced humans, off and on, since he was created, and he finds them small and amusing, and a few of them very interesting. He sees them for what they are, holding forms for the energy he would one day collect, aware that some culminations of energy were greater than others, and some lesser. A few humans had earned what amount of respect he could give, and quite a few had earned his disdain. But those over the past half a century really seemed to capture his pure hatred. The likes of the organization that calls itself ShinRa, the Doctor Crescent and her childish drive and intrigue, only slightly the recklessness of Doctor Valentine, as the two had worked together, and at the center of the beings hatred, was Professor Hojo. He was, perhaps, one of the most putrid, worthless culminations of energy he’d ever experienced, every life he had lived before collecting into the disgusting waste he had become. He hated him, for he was a strong hand in what threatened his planet, he knew his hand would bring many threats. And were it not for what he did to the Valentine boy, Chaos would have found his release from Dr. Crescent’s containment, and back to the cave she would one day steal from him and claim. Instead, the disgusting wretch had defiled the young man with many other beasts, forcing them together against all consent and will they had left, only for him to continue to decay, albeit at a slower rate. And with Crescent wild, desperate, and self serving mind, he was forced to be the boys saving grace. He had little choice without a vessel, or the time to collect his energy freely to forge his own form, and so he was forced within Vincent Valentine, saving him and the three others forced into him from finding an end to their misery. And together, they lived in hell for many years, Chaos writhing and waiting for the days he could tear free to gain control and unleash his rage. But Valentine managed enough control, after the others and Chaos himself had acted out, to bind them back, and he decided to lock himself away in a coffin and layers of guilt and shame and perceived sin. There, Chaos would settle in bitterness and yearning for true rest that would forever escape him, while that collected energy of the Dr. Valentine acted up only rarely within him in reaction to Vincent himself. In his time with Vincent, he has further learned emotional complexities. He has very little that he cares for or would fight for, and happily causes toil to mend his boredom and struggle in his caged state, but he has come to value the vessel he inhabits as well as the state of the man's mind, if only for his own peace and comfort within (and perhaps only a bit driven by the paternal energy just barely clinging within his darkness).
And that’s all!! Thank you, for anyone who took the time to read! Feel free to send asks about the others with Vincent, I’d be happily to play them out! And again, this is just my personal version of things adapted to my preference, I don’t expect people to like any of it or accept it as their own, just to respect my decision to play these versions!
Vincent is very self-conscious and sometimes ashamed of his bare form. In his younger years, as well as young adult years, he didn’t have much of an opinion about his body--he took care of it enough to work sufficiently in his profession and to live healthily.
But after everything he endured, from Hojo’s work and Lucrecia’s, his body has been marked. His left arm, specifically, is clawed and has the greatest amount of purple/blue/black patches of skin, which seems like a mix of monster flesh and bruises, patched across his skin. The splotching of discoloration expands further, over his shoulder, over his chest a bit, and over his ribs and back, and some over his hips and thighs.
There isn’t much more than the discoloration, apart from a few unhealed scars or marks (from the splicing of genes of beings into him as well as battle scars), like his gunshot wound, as well as the location where the protomateria is set in his chest (which is like a red, raised dent in his chest, thanks to Rosa), and a few other scars from his early transformations.
This is a great deal why he wears clothing covering his entire body, as well as the gauntlet on his forearm and hand, as if it shields or masks his deformity.
He is reluctant to let anyone see him bare and exposed, feels shame and will usually avoid someone’s gaze if he’s forced to be exposed. He is hard to accept reassurances about his form, but if reasoned with, with the right person and right methods, he might come to accept his form as his own more than he’s allowed himself in a very long time.
@evcryopeneye asked: Childhood, Work life, Sleep (for Reno)
Childhood - In his youth, Reno wasn't great at making friends. Living in the slums with struggle around every corner, even for children that can manage to stay ignorant of the depths of that struggle, it didn't provide a constantly easy environment. That's not to say he didn't find kids to play with, or things to do to have fun. But he never connected with many people. He was close to his parents, and then he wasn't. Likely one of many reasons the ties he makes in adulthood carry even more weight, as it's more than he'd ever had in his more formative years.
Work Life - He might be seen complaining about the boring aspects to his work, or this issue or that, but even if he catch him running his mouth in a lounge or just shooting the shit with his coworkers, the man is far more balance than what can be assumed from the surface. He has the mind and instinct of a Second who is trusted by Tseng to take over if ever he is absent, and the work and existence of a Turk is his very life. So balance is something he values. Taking time for appropriate rest of body in mind is the only thing ever short on the list, but otherwise he keeps up with his training, with the necessary entail to be researched, and with keeping aware of the rest of the Turks and the going ons of the company. Every mission has his full commitment, even if a slow one will be full of his belly aching.
Sleep - He either gets too much sleep, or too little, and no in between (only time he gets the perfect amount of sleep is after a real good fucking). It's not as if he doesn't work to try and better his sleep, his body and might are either overworked and worn out, or overhyped and restless. And you best be careful if you're unfortunate enough to end up sharing a bed, because you will either be pancaked or karate chopped.
This poor man. Reminder these are headcanons, which I have explored and shared with some friends and partners here and there so feel free to disagree, this is just my interpretation.
Short answer? Bisexual, Biromantic, and would be suitable to Polygamy with the right balance of partners.
Long answer however... He was raised in a unique environment where some paths of thinking and experience were uniquely open (like some of the more psychological and fantastical fields of thought were explored), but others were rather strict. One side of his family had a more open religious expression, and the other more strict, and he found himself wrapped up in the strict. He was meant to be a certain kind of man, he was to pursue honor and greatness, he was to respect his elders, and there were simply expectations of him as a man. To follow his father. To commit himself to an honorable life. To do right by his family. To eventually continue his line, to be a respectable husband to a good wife one day, etc etc. The conflicting beliefs and interests of his youth weren’t the most prominent issues, and so as in other situations, when he was free of his home, exploration found it’s chance. He was still holding back for too long, and some of the confliction and restraint has stayed with him, compounding with guilt and lack of full expression of all he was and wanted.
When he joined the Turks, it was around that time he recognized a long ignored fact that he looked at men the same way he looked at women, which made him hold back his interests far too strongly. He only faltered in the security of secrecy with the likes of his only partner in the Turks, Veld, who was his first sexual experience as well as homosexual experience. The conflict persisted for some time after which had an effect on their partnership as friends and professionals but they still managed.
His experience with Lucrecia provided much guilt and shame and overwhelming desire and love as well. He shouldn’t have fallen for her, given his position, and he should have known better for many other reasons, but he was overwhelmed by all he felt for her, and for the short time it seemed reciprocated, he lost some of his control. Given how all of that ended up, it subconsciously layers more guilt and shame on his sexual self expression, along with other factors of the type of man he is romantically and sexually, and personally. With time, he would simply think many parts of him would be of no interests to others and even when they were, he would hesitate to reveal it all unless encouraged and comforted.
Due to his own personal sexual expression, as well as what was done to him by Hojo and Lucrecia, he can be rather intense as a lover. Loyal, protective, and rough but only when expressly reciprocated. He is reluctant to share that rough, more hungry side of himself, feeling as if it was a negative side to him. But with the right partner, and right situation, he can find himself being the most himself, free with his wants and his feelings.
This boy is full around Demi. Demisexual and demiromantic. He’s not easy to fall in love, and has had the experience of being expected, once or twice, by someone interested or by people around him, to develop feelings and end up with specific people, which has further made him realize that just because he connects with someone in some sort of way it doesn’t mean he should follow what others expect of him. Such experiences helped him realize his romantic and sexual inclinations, truthfully, to know that it takes more for him to love and want someone then just surface level chemistry.
But of course, when he does find himself loving and wanting, he is loyal, faithful, and passionate, even if occasionally awkward and unable to always put his feelings into words.
