[i]One lone figure looked to the horizon and spotted the man as he walked over. A confused look set about his face, which was charred on the left half, though his right remained handsome and untouched. The figure was no civilian by any means mind you. This man had a lightly shaded brown duster on his body that ran to his ankles, which forced the dirt to line the very bottom of the tattered jacket. Beneath his duster was a set of steel plates on his body, ones that had been fitted with a Kevlar vest beneath the chest piece. He had an exoskeleton frame on his body beneath the armour as well, one that had only been a metal rod on his back and legs, with wiring inside it. (Think a CoD:AW exosuit under a Kevlar jacket and steel armour, basically.) Atop the figures head was no armour however, rather a singular cowboy hat that cast a great shadow on his face, which only allowed the bottom of his almost dyed white beard to escape the darkened blackness of the shadow. On his back was a single shotgun, one without a stock. It was a break action double barrel, but with a third barrel on the top of it, and two triggers on the grip. In his hands were a pair of Colt Anaconda revolvers, either one painted a pitch black shade. The word 'Sixe' was engraved on the left side of the left gun, while 'Grimace' was on the right side of the right gun. Something was off about the mans arms: Neither were organic. His left arm was made of ceramic and steel, painted in an onyx shade of black, while the only colour was the blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix on the forearm, facing outward. The left arm was a sleek silver colour entirely, with the words 'NWH' resting on the shoulder of it in a bright red colour, and the wrist had a black ring around it. Only the hands of the arms were visible mind you. The Cowboy looked over at the approaching figure and kept his firearms pointed at the ground beside him. He wasn't going to fire them at an innocent man, nor one that most likely could kick his ass. [/i]

[b]He looks at your shoulder for a few seconds[/b] "where did you get that insignia" [spoiler]great writer jt[/spoiler]

[spoiler]You aren't the deepest darkest force! I am.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Dude, you gotta earn titles lol, and Ken's earned his title months ago. [/spoiler]

"Damn right you are." [b]Knight Ornstein leaps down from above, his spear sheathed. He looks at you, standing at 7'4.[/b]

[b]he looks up at you only being 5,7[/b] hello

*The gate opens a little and the head of a cat/wolf creature pokes out. His face is mostly covered in blue fur and he talks in a strange, unidentifiable accent.* "Who are you supposed to buh?"

i'm supposed to be inside

[spoiler]I know you're an old member but Sketch is cautious with people he doesn't know.[/spoiler] *He narrows his eyes.* "I don't know..."

Dont't know what

"I don't know if I should let you in..."

I don't think you have a choice

"What do you mean by that? Is that a threat?"

only if you make it that

"Wouldn't you be the one making it a threat considering you're the one who said it?"

then i guess it is

"Anyways, who are you?"

I'm ken and i"m going inside

"I can't let you do that... You're going to have to be tested like everyone else..."

[b] he begins walking in[/b]

*He pulls his head back in and closes the gate before you reach it. His head then becomes visible peering over the wall at you.* "Nope, I'm not letting you in mister [i]I don't need to tell you anything![/i]"