[i]Outside of the gates, there appeared to be few people, most having conglomerated inside of the Dojo itself. It sounded as if an entire city existed in there, working, moving, carrying on. However, a lone figure stood against the pillar supporting one of the gates, a soldier, simply wearing combat fatigues and his bandoliers. He had a rifle on his back, the weapon a British L1A1, a pistol on his left hip, a P08 Luger, a machete on his right, and a knife in a sheath on his bandolier. He bore camouflage face paint, a jungle scheme, his pants bearing a jungle scheme as well. However, his shirt bore a rather interesting brown pea-pod design, something that looked older than the pants. He had the sleeves rolled up, his arms dirty, as if he had been in combat recently. What stood out, however, was the patch on his collar and the pin on his hat. Two Armenian runes, lightning bolts, white on a black background. The pin on his hat a silver skull and crossbones. The hair that stuck out from beneath it was a greying blonde, slicked back almost formally. He was a large man, muscular like a soldier, his eyes piercing, his face sharp and angular, showing his age and all that he had seen. He seemed not to have noticed the approaching man.[/i]