A tall figure of fair complexion, clad in splint mail, stands before you. The man's stern expression speaks loudly for his otherwise unspoken tale. Those initiated into war will recognize the tense grip he holds his weapon with, the slight arch of his legs - this is obviously the stance of a warrior. His body appears honed to near divine properties in both strength and purity, yet his cracked feet seem too easy to ignore even as they faithfully carried him for parts yet undisclosed. With a light stubble on his mug testifying to his bygone youth, this trained wielder of arms has yet to tell his legend - a tale of which is being written ad praesens.