[b][i]A Fitting Arrival Gates of the Dojo.[/i][/b] [i] Outside the gates of the Dojo, an anomaly occurs. Something definitely not new to the realm, but interesting all the same. The air seemed to split open, a rip in time and space revealing a swirling purple and black void, and out steps a new arrival. The man was tall, standing at about 6'2", clad in slim fitting black armor that was almost assassin in nature and made of a sleek, glossy black metal. On the man's face, an Oni demon mask made of a twisted and contorted black metal with sprouting black horns. At the man's hip, three katanas were bound to his side by a black silk ribbon. The first was a brilliant and shining white and gold, the white ribbons and sheathe utterly flawless. Quite the contrast to the man's dark attire. The second sword was more at home, a complete and utter black. No, black would imply color. This sword was the complete embodiment and depiction of pure shadow. The third and final katana was rather drab compared to its brothers. An olive green, but an interesting thing was the pommel was in the shape of an oriental dragon head. This new arrival walked towards the gates, his very stride foreshadowing an untold amount of capability. Like his form was only a vessel for unrestricted power and dominion. He reached the gates, and simply leaned a shoulder on them and awaited an arrival. After all, he was sure someone had seen him drop in. [/i] https://imgur.com/a/MiiYp https://imgur.com/a/CdM6F [spoiler]open to JT for testing, and anyone else who wants to say hello. [/spoiler]