[b][i]Pleased To Meet You, Hope You Guess My Name Dojoville Ruins 9:47 PM[/i][/b] [i]It was raining lightly, the charred rubble and scattered debris soaked, charred splinters of wood floating in small pools along the streets. Deserted, the old busy places echoed only the litter patter of the rainfall, and the rumblings of distant thunder, warnings of an oncoming storm. That, and the splashing footsteps of the lone man wandering the ruined Main Street. He wore a soaked-through overcoat, underneath a white, long-sleeve cotton shirt, and black jeans, with boots strapped to his feet, the bottoms of the jeans covering their top. However, the apparel and accessory that would draws most people's attention, were there any, was the leather strap across his chest, left waist to right shoulder, that supported a leather sheath. Out of the top poked a strange sword hilt, one comprised of bone, and wrapped in worn leather. His face was haggard, a ragged and bushy beard covering it, with wild long black and grey hair to match. His piercing electric blue eyes wandered the remains of the village lazily, half-closed. Absentmindedly, his left hand rubbed over a strange symbol emblazoned on the outside of the sheath. The stranger stopped, suddenly caught in a tense calm, a practiced and experienced state, combat ready. Without any movement or erratic behavior, he spoke out, a deep, ancient voice, one of primordial authority,[/i] "[b]I don't know who you are. I don't care, either. Just know this: If you step away, back off, and leave me to my melancholy walk through this arbitrarily granted life, I shall allow you to live. Should you speak, I'll give you a conversation. But, if you should begin an attack on my persons, I'll have no choice but to give you what I have, and I assure you: you do not want what I have.[/b]" [spoiler]Open; Character Intro.[/spoiler]