The door to the training center opened, and a man–or a boy, he looked young–walked in. He couldn’t’ve been any older than 18-19. His build was an athletic one, 5’11” and muscular yet not so much that it would stand out. Ainsley was a male of Caucasian descent, with lightly tanned skin and dark, brown hair. The most unnatural part about him were his irises; they were an electric opal, and lacked distinct pupils. The second most unnatural part about him was the electric aura that emanated from him–in fact, blue electricity visibly and periodically flickered and crackled all around his body. He wore a simple, black t-shirt and pearl gray shorts, along with black socks and tennis shoes. On his back was a drawstring back in which certain items were stowed; his brass knuckles, revolver, and knife. As he approached Eris, he spoke up. “I heard that this was a training center? In combat?” His voice was on the deep, low side. It also had a bit of static to it, probably a side effect from all the electricity that surrounded him.