[i]The cloaked figure smiled as he approached the gates, his rich brown eyes smiling from beneath the dark cloak. More weapons on him were visible as he approached, a mishmash of oddities and armaments. A heavily modified Five-Seven, the olive green grip outlined by gunmetal grey, and a laser sight as well as improved iron sights. A 1.5m claymore, the cracked leather sheathe showing the impressive hunk of golden metal it contained. Satchels and pockets of all sorts along his waist and across his chest. Wraps concealed his arms, the sunlight glinting off his left one and into her eyes before he adjusted the fabric to cover it. Her eyes caught a bionic; the metal appendage a full replacement, shoulder down. But the wraps told her he didn't want to talk about it. As she examined him, she caught him staring back with a huge smile, his hood off. A rather handsome face stared back at her; larger nose, tan skin, a strong jawline, and short black hair spiked at the front. A man, or boy, of East Indian descent put shortly.[/i] Hello over there! Why do you sit all by your lonesome up there? Come, I don't think I've met you before. [i]He noted the gently intimidating aura, the pressure in the air causing her ears to pop. His aura matched hers in a friendly challenge[/i]