You see a dark robed hooded figure before you with its hands clasped together at the waist, hidden in the voluminous sleeves of the robes. Standing silently, its hood turning slowly to face you, you feel a sudden chill of fear crawling down your spine. It is as if Death himself is staring at you. Staring back into the hood, you can discern nothing of the shadowed face hidden beneath, giving your fevered mind the vague but frightening impression that perhaps there is no face, nothing there. The mere presence of the figure standing quietly there inspires a strong feeling of fear and terrifying power in ordinary souls nearby.

Lifting its hands slowly, the figure pulls back its hood in a slow but deliberate motion, to reveal the face of a young human male in his mid twenties. His jet black hair is pulled tightly back and tied into a short ponytail that falls to his collar. His face looks rather ordinary, forgettable even, except for 2 outstanding features. First his eyes, one a most unusual intense azure blue, and the other an equally unsettling glittering green, gaze intently at you as if delving deep into your soul. And second, a light scar that marks a path of a blade that had slashed down from his right temple just above his brow, narrowly missing his right eye, to the middle of his right cheek.

Bowing slightly, his eyes breaking their intense gaze for a brief moment, the young man calls out a greeting to you, then proceeds to introduce himself in a halting accented Visic. His meaning is clear enough, though the verbs and sentence structures are broken in several places...