The rusty doors to the large room would creak open as the lone figure entered the room. His face hidden in a dark brown cloak, all that could be seen is his rugged gray beard. In his hand sits a staff, old, and worn of age. As he walks across the entrance of the room to the large, empty, and decrepit throne on the other side, his cloak billows open, revealing more of his form. He is clothed entirely in ragged leather, from his gloves and boots to his chest. The leather is all either dark brown or a deep scarlet. The clicking of staff and boot ring out in harmony as he crosses the distance to the throne, up the old stone steps. Fireballs flick from his fingertips as he walks, into old torches long unused, flickering to life with a dreadful hiss. He turns, his cloak billowing out, and his hood falling from his face, revealing his Long gray hair and the haggard, haunted face underneath. "What do you want?" he asks, as he sits down on the throne. "I have no time for games."
(Long story Short, after keeping in Contact with Soul Reaver for some time after the Administorum went down, he told me of Clutchfiend's plan to make a new one, and then today I found this. I decided that I wanted to join on the amazing action I've seen, and I prefer to make my entrance to RP forums with a little demonstration of my style, so I put a short sample in my introduction post. Hello, everyone!)
