Some kind of.....aura..entered The Bloodwrath. A feeling felt by all. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, made you alert. Was it fear? Uneasiness? The clamor of The Bloodwrath dampened slightly, but it was barely noticeable. Someone important was coming. It was a man, but he looked nothing short of a beast. He was 6'4, with a very muscular build and broad shoulders. A black leather jacket, devoid of all light, stretched across him. He wore pants, the same lightless color as the jacket. Black combat boots that seemed belonging to a soldier, touched the ground where he stood. Under the leather jacket was a shirt the color of blood, tight against the man's muscular body. Every article of clothing he wore was covered in dirt, grime, and most notably, blood. He appeared unarmed, but the feeling he gave off was enough to tell anyone who gazed upon them that his fists were the only thing he needed. His face was strong, hard, experienced. Covered in scars, fresh and faded. Red and white. New and old. He had, dirty, brown hair that ended near his neck. A thick, yet short beard with the same brown color as his hair. He began to walk, slowly, yet subtly. Not too many looked over, yet not too many ignored him. He sat down near the bar and uttered one word. "Beer." His voice rung through the room. He was something. Not a man. But an ideal. A concept. A sin. [b][u]Wrath has come.[/u][/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]