[spoiler]http://66.media.tumblr.com/de5e51bfb16f7542c29a7a1e30a823b5/tumblr_nmmavtAKhq1rnskvzo4_1280.png[/spoiler] [b]The man, by definition, was massive, and even more so, the sword he carried on his shoulder. He wouldn't need to worry about hitting anyone, as his right foot body usually kept the sword from hitting others. He was tan skinned with a jaw line that was clearly defined in a square head. The start of a beard grew on him, seemingly but multiple times, unlike the somewhat long brown hair, in a peculiar style. Despite the temperature, he wore no under shirt beneath the unzipped leather jacket. The jeans fit loosely, like the cross necklace wrapped around his neck. A massive scar was upon his face, going through one eye, yet it still remained active. He lumbered over, taking a seat opposite of the woman, somewhat uninvited. He simply stared for a moment... Before finally speaking.[/b] So, [b]His voice was probably the deepest, most gravely voice ever heard, to a point where it was hard to understand.[/b] You're the woman behind the slaughters... [b]Once again he stopped to look, simply gazing at your hat, then face, and finally away to the people around.[/b] Arena, it's not exactly a pleasure, but I can say hello.