*A human, well at least that was the first expression, clearly this young man well with in his twenties, had his youth with a personal experence with hell itself, complete with a set of large bat-like wings. He was well built, hair tathered, and wore long odd clothing with a large red blood strain in the ripped chest.
He was wieldng primitive weaponry, including an odd large calaber weapon of sort along with a weapon with short barrles of equal size, and a long Silver Sword. He smelt of dried blood.
Like Deac he was confused where he was.*
??? *Picturing in his mind, a sword percing his chest, speaking softly* "Am I dead..."
Last edited by Kuuki; 10-22-2003 at 01:06 AM.