[b][u][i]Another Damned Newbie. [/i][/u][/b] [i]The Dojo's colossal gates had been visited by someone that evening. A figure stood just outside the doors, as he had done so for hours on end that day. He waited for a lieutenant, so he could gain entry to this establishment. Though after some point, he entered on his own, after the cowboy guy vouched for him and Lieutenant's let him in. He hid his outfitting beneath a raven black cloak, which in turn managed to conceal his eyes, much like the rest of his face. He had a trio of firearms that rested on his darkened person: A revolver at the left side of his hip, an assault rifle on his back, and a sniper rifle beside that. None of the weapons looked like standard ballistic gear, rather these Anti-Matter weapons had taken a more futuristic design to them. Each one was accented by a variety of orange stripes. His right arm was not a humans regular arm, instead it was a grey one, with orange stripes that ran up and down the prosthetic limb. He seemed to have a mask on his head, one with a pair of glowing blue eyes, that would frighten even the most experienced of soldiers. Anti-Matter flowed throughout his bloodstream alongside the crimson liquid, which stemmed from the Anti-Matter generator in his torso. So he waited on a fighter, as he sat at the Courtyard. [/i]