A hooded warrior with glowing green eyes in dark armor and tattered cloak stands in a snowy forest, holding a glowing sword.

A warrior wearing tattered clothes that are black as night, covering up gleaming-metal black armour, whose cuirass seemed to dance in the moonlight with echoes of ancient battles. His face was darkened beneath his hood, but green eyes lit up the dark shadows. His face was clean shaven, save for a stubble, and nothing was visible past his nose, save for those eyes. He held a sword that seemed to move with an energy that was otherworldly; it too, was black, or shifted between shades of darkness. His cloak barely stretched past his waist. His image was neither good nor evil; it was nature itself, leviathan, was the only word to describe the aura. See more