Kresvár climbed year another rock an almost slipped, but regained his hold. His hand reached up again, and he pulled himself up. He stood looking up on the city in which he travelled to. His hood stuck to his sleek black hair that was dark red at the tips. His red eyes indicated that he was evil, but really, he was in turmoil, in a constant civil war within his mind. His eye color showing which side of morals was winning in his mind. He had a white clothe cover over his mouth to retain heat, and his hoodie was futuristic to the last detail of string the blades on his back were darker than evil itself,for they have taken lives that were needed to get his back. He wore dark blue jeans, along with shoes that were designed to give better traction in any environment. Although he had to adjust to them from time to time, thy never failed him. His skin was a dark brown, indicating he was from somewhere where the heat was strong. He wore gloves that had nano tech in them so as to also help with traction an his magic ability to control any and all elements. He had his pack skin over his left should hat had necessary supplies.
He was looking for a young girl, possibly his age, 19. Maybe younger, he was not sure. She was of Asian ethnicity and he did not hunt her for power, but knowledge. And so he began his climb once again, knowing from he bodies of creatures that lea him here, that she was here. And so, the bleak day began.


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