[u]"I've heard the legends. I've heard the stories, the high tales, whatever the hell the masses call it.[/u] [u]...I gotta admit. You're impressive."[/u] [i]Leaning against one of the massive looming walls of the Dojo was a lonesome figure; a female, standing at a height of six foot three and with a thin stature. She wasn't armed with any weapons, oddly enough, a tricorne black leather upon her head that was completed with a white pigeon feather protruding from the back of it. Her clothing consisted of a black leather longcoat with a white fabric shirt, and handkerchief protruding from the neckpiece. Leather gloves and boots were the only sources of armor's she even had at the moment.[/i] [u]"...Eh. You probably wouldn't like this shithole at this point. It's...not the best."[/u]