Seemingly one with the shadows, his face is creased with the stress of
eternal ages. Squinting tightly his gaze burns into the depths beyond.
Bloodshot eyes with pupils, black oceans of hate, speak cold and merciless
tales of contrasting pain and ecstasy. Despite slow, raspy breathing he
exudes a calm aura of intensity and danger. Subtle movements, seemingly
nonchalant, are executed with a disciplined grace. Undoubtedly he is able
to face death, and deliver it with a cool indifference.