A flare of blue flame rose up in front of the gates of the Dojo. A youthful man rose from the fire, looking to be around 20-25. However, atop his tanned Filipino skin sat hair slightly spiked near the front, plagued by grey strands. His eyes were hazel, but they seemed aged; full of experience. He wore a leather overcoat that didn't seem to be made from any regular animal, perhaps some sort of reptile? In one hand was a wooden [i]bokken[/i] katana, which heavily contrasted with the mechanical katana sheathe at his waist which bore a fuel barrel and gun trigger. In his other hand was a revolver - a Mateba of some kind, engraved with various flourishing designs. "Do you seek entrance, traveller?" His voice was calm and inviting, but sounded like it had not been used for centuries.