[i]"Yeah. And you are?" Derek scoffed, turning his gaze away from the soldiers and bringing it to Shila. Unlike Lopez from before, Derek had a much more menacing appearance than many of the people inside the base. He did wear the standard cargo pants of the NWH, although he didn't bother with a shirt in the frigid environment of the tundra they were standing in, and he opted to wear a black tactical vest with a patch of the NWH proudly stamped on his jacket. His left arm looked to be cybernetic, though unlike JT he had actually put in the effort to make it match his skin tone and blend in. The right arm had a tattoo of a dragon on the forearm, standing atop a wall of brimstone and raining a gaut of fire down into Derek's wrist, while the entirety of his hand was an ashy grey colour. His head was cut into a buzzed fashion, with a green beret sitting atop his horribly scarred face. At either of his hips rested a Pinn-9 pistol, and his back had a Goblin Burst Rifle waiting on a strap. [/i]