[b]A man, tall and thin, yet very muscular stands in the doorway. He wears a long fur coat that trails and dangles down past his waist into a tattered mess. He is shirtless, leaving his bare chest and lower waste visible. He wears strange bagged pants that hold at his waist by a very constrictive rope belt. Two large fur boats contain his seemingly broad, large feet. His face is covered by a metal mask of some kind, covered in slits. It reveals only his two inhumanly yellow eyes, and his long spiked hair that trailed down to his shoulders in dirty blonde locks. His long, thin arms hang at his side with a bland form. He seemed out of place, even among all those already on the Bloodwrath. His yellow eyes narrow at Kat, yet they remain calm and patient.[/b] [i]"It seems I have the wrong person..."[/i] [b]His voice is quiet and almost hollow, as if lost to the winds forceful grasp. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his fur coat and turns to walk away. Without a proper visual of his face, he was impossible to read. Yet, suddenly he stops himself and turns once more to Kat, tilting his head in a curious manner.[/b] [i]"Do... Do you have any memories? Or are you one of the leaders...?"[/i]

[i]"No -blam!-ing clue man, but I'd lay of the shrooms if I where you The next hippie is a good 100 light years away"[/i]