That it is, my friend. If this new structure bears much of it's predecessor, I'm sure I will fit in just fine... are you the Shihan? Or Sensei, rather. Must I pass a test, as per usual? [i]The cloaked figure dismounts, standing 6'2" with a 1.5m claymore on his back. It's weight looks immense, and the leather sheathe is marked with scratches revealing the worn yet sturdy sword beneath. The wraps on his left arm part a little, and the shining surface of a metal substance glare at you from between the fabrics. Calming in a way, his aura changes to one of family and friendship, making the figure feel elated and strong. Moving his hood back, the face of a seemingly adult stares back at you; short black hair spiked at the front, and a strong jawline accompanied by a larger nose and slightly larger than average lips. In short, of East Indian descent. His rich brown eyes smile at you almost as much as his actual face, gleaming with happiness.[/i] The name is Alonfé, Archsage of Bern, Defender of New Terra, Old Mage of the Arcanum, and etcetera etcetera, the titles don't matter. Call me Alon for short. May I ask your name, my friend? [i]He extends a hand, the wrapped appendage seemingly done so only for protection purposes; as much as his left arm looked bionic, his extended arm was real.[/i]