[b]https://youtu.be/04mfKJWDSzI The figure stood around 6 feet 1 inch. It approached The Dojo at Sunrise, when the ball of gases was poking its head out from the mountains, only licking the surface of our lovely green and blue ball with its light. The figure wore no shirt, only a black, torn Gi bottom with no shoes. He was quite muscular, well built and toned. His skin was a very light, sickly green, his head was a skull, although it seemed fleshy and it was the same color as the rest of his body. His teeth were sharp and jagged, and white. His eye sockets were like black holes, devoid of all light. The man held a 6 foot Quarterstaff with a metal spike at the end in right hand like a cane with the spike pointing up, although he obviously didn't need it. He stopped at the Gates of The Dojo. He looked up, and then at the ground. He flipped his staff and began to write in the ground. After, he sat down on his legs, knees bent and his hands resting on his legs. His Quarterstaff laid in front of him horizontally. He waited.[/b] [i]I Request A Combatant And Entry Into Your Dojo.[/i] [spoiler]Open. I'm already in here but I'd like to fight anyway.[/spoiler]