[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217965257/0/0/1]Link to Olythran's biography.[/url] [i]The cold winds of Tatakai rushed throughout the land as a drizzle of rain and hail fell from the heavens, each droplet crashing down upon the earth as the moonlight shined throughout the thick bundle of clouds. And traversing that night was a lone figure, one that had descended from a faraway land, and one that did not know of where he was.[/i] [i]To explain the figure, he was imposing, to say the least. Standing at a height of six foot eleven, he had a slim, slender body, yet he stood straight and tall. He was clad in a rugged, yet royal arbor suit consisting of burnt steel and ivory, while the pelt of a slain animal hung by his shoulders and waved in the chilling winds of the cruel night. Upon his head was a helmet shaped like the face of a previous monarch-like figurine, his mouth contorted into an emotionless, simple look as his metallic eyes peered into the distance.[/i] [i]Sheathed upon the back of the ancient warrior were three weapons in total; a jagged greatsword, a staff, and to finish it off, a massive sword.[/i] [i]The jagged blade was at least five foot eleven inches long, it's steel burnt and charred as if left in fire for most of its existence. Embers and flames churned within its black blade as it remained sheathed at his side, waiting to be drawn whenever conflict came.[/i] [i]The staff, although roughly crafted and ancient, seemed to have been well cared for. Due to the lack of metal and the style of the weapon, it was most likely used as a catalyst for spells instead of a beating stick, although it could become one if the need arose.[/i] [i]But the massive weapon upon the man's back was clearly the most interesting.[/i] [i]At a length of six feet and five inches, the stone and ivory greatsword had several engravings upon its ancient blade, as if it was imbued with the power of magic. It sat in a large leather sheath, which held it tightly upon the man's cloaked back. Blood had stained the sword in the past, but other than that - it was in pristine condition. [/i] [i]Finally, he stopped. For in the distance, he saw his destination.[/i] [i]The Dojo.[/i] [i]The so-called heir to the Ivory King'd throne, the man known as Olythran, descended onwards towards his location.[/i] (Intro for Olythran. Either get in his way or be at the Dojo as he arrives.)