[i]Dayum... She's seen better days...[/i] [b]He thought to himself as he lay across the stone wall of the Dojo, his lengthy body stretched out.[/b] [b]A set of strange yellow eyes watched her every movement, narrowing to slits like a cat's as she drew near. Who else could have such peculiar eyes? Such a length? None other than Dr. Damien Lordan... not that anyone called him that anymore. He was out of his armor, dressed neatly in a wool t-shirt and baggy black jeans, a pair of worn sandals showing off his cracked and tanned toes and metal ankle of his left leg, and his clearly modified augment right leg. He was in his typical olive green fur coat, the large hood over his head. His hands were stretched out behind his head, gently cradling it as cloth wrapped each finger neatly to hide the metal grafting on his lower arms... Between his lips, a cigarette, giving a slight shimmer to his lower metal jaw held in place by two clamps that ran up his cheeks and down the baseline of his neck.[/b] [b]He stared lazily, slightly dazed in his own little world, only really realizing the battered state the woman was in as she drew near.[/b] [b]He sat up quickly and dropped down the side of the wall and pull his hood back, revealing long spiked blonde hair and a bio sensor holding his brain in place right above his right temple, shown by three black screws embedded in his skull.[/b] [i]"Hey! You alright?"[/i] [b]He asked, his voice calm and cool as he walked forward, his sandals clacking underfoot as he drew closer.[/b]