[i]Lance froze, hearing the voice from behind him. He turned around, wondering what it could've been that he'd dropped. He stood tall, at about 6'2", clad in a form fitting, pitch black armor. Almost assassin in nature. On the breastplate of the armor, a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords sits. On the inner wrist, a coiled red cobra, ready to strike. At the man's hip lie three katanas. The first is a vibrant white and gold; quite the contrast to his dark attire. The second is more at home, completely and utterly black. No..black would imply color. This was the epitome of shadow. Devoid of color. The third and final blade is rather drab; an olive green. Though, the pommel is in the shape of an oriental dragon head. One of the more peculiar things about the man is the mask he wore. A traditional Oni demon mask; made of contorted and twisted black metal, with sprouting horns. He carried himself with self-assurance and dominion. His very form just reeked of power and capability. It was almost hard to not be impressed by the confidence in him. https://imgur.com/a/MiiYp https://imgur.com/a/CdM6F https://imgur.com/a/SXcJq The item she was holding was a small black coin, the size of a half dollar. On one side, a yin-yang symbol. On the opposite, two katanas crossed. Almost like the symbol on his chest but seperated. He extended his hand, the mask folding backwards in a fashion that made it seem it wasn't there in the first place. He was young, no older than 25 with chocolate brown hair that had a lock of it falling in his face. His face was all sharp angles with an amused expression, like he was in on a joke you werent. His eyes though...they were startling. Colder than the arctic and yet blazed hotter than Hell. The icy blue screamed rage and anger, along with sorrow. [/i] "Thank you.." [i] He said, taking the coin from her hand. How he'd dropped it in the first place was a mystery..the armor he wore didn't seem to have pockets. [/i]