[b]Woe is me.[/b] The blonde haired man walked up to the dojo, wearing merely a Crimson Overcoat branded with a strange symbol identifiable as the [i]Aquila[/i]...strange. He wore a black sweater, matching cargo pants, crimson leather gloves and a pair of aviators. A bag was strapped to his shoulder, not to mention a gun case held in the other hand. Said man was loaded with some neat weaponry, a MG42 was slung on his back, a Melta was held in his free hand. Finally he had a normal Laspistol resting on his hip. "So...I'm either in Weeaboo Heaven or this is the Dojo. I hope the hell it's the latter." He muttered under his breath, walking forwards to the gate and finally entering The Dojo, his stark blue eyes scanning the area under his glasses. [spoiler]Open. Intro to a new character of mine.[/spoiler]