Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-5543592-20170123222015

Najiima, with her nocturnal vision, got a solid look. The man was a little over six foot and lean, built like an acrobat with a defined, agile form. That was pretty much all she coul disern from him, as the rest was covered in a skin-tight set of black leather, as if he was a recovering male prostitute. A sort of mask pulled up from his neck, over his jaw, to cover his face, and hood was pulled over his head to cast a shadow over any remaining features. A cape was draped over his shoulders, enclosing most of his form, however, some sort of house sigil was visible in the center of his armor's chest: a bird spreading it's wings toward the moon.

The armor, although apparently leather, was unlike anything Najiima had ever seen-- it lacked seams, as if made entirely out of one piece, and had an elegant design of interlocking leaves of armor that likely made it easy to move in the outfit. The tips of his figners, which the armor did not cover, were a pale white.

The Man in Black said nothing more, appearently waiting for Dalacon's deliberation, since he had been the one to whom he'd been speaking.