https://imgur.com/a/KGHgS https://imgur.com/a/PGwjE https://imgur.com/a/lG1FR [i] Desmond's face stays blank, not bothering to turn around to see the new arrival.[/i] "So do bullets and poisoned knives. Tobacco is the last of my worries." [i] He says, his voice quiet and having a sense of not caring. About most things. The majority of his body was covered in a sleek, matte black armor. The helmet wasn't there, yet nowhere to be seen. He was young, around mid-twenties with short, dark swept back hair and shaved on the sides. A large sniper rifle was attached to his back, along with a black bo staff of sorts and a Bowie knife on his leg. A number of pouches lined his chest and waist, and if someone could sense it, a magical aura emanated from him. Something powerful and dark. Not necessarily evil..but dangerous.[/i]