The warrior flexed and rotated his wrists, flicking his swords about, keeping himself on edge in case everyone else turned out to be hostile as well. He replied to Torque's query with an odd answer: "
If I knew, I would tell you." His voice was wonderous; deep, yet like a choir of Angels. It was obvious he wasn't a local. "
Where am I," he queried, "
And what is going on?" he gestured towards the continuing battle that Torque had decided to not join.
((Character profile!
Name: Raphael Griffinhart
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown; appears to be in early twenties
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 203lbs
Description: Silver hair, streaked with gold, and eyes like shimmering silver dipped in cold aqua, Raphael Griffinhart stands out in a crowd, wearing black and silver armor hidden beneath a cloak so black as to appear to absorb all light. He is a Planeswalker, ageless and ancient, powerful beyond the ken of most mortals. However, Raphael is a unique case; he has emptied himself of his memories, leaving only a battle-hardened shell and a scarred soul; his only ties to the past are the two blades he wields,
Life's Redemption and
Death's Passion.
Personality: Cold and taciturn, Raphael is almost entirely asocial; such are the Planeswalkers, who find it easier to forge few bonds of friendship, if any. He speaks without contractions and is almost always direct and uses as few words as possible, preferring to keep everyone out of his way and out of everyone else's way.
Weapon: Twin bastard swords,
Life's Redemption (main hand) and
Death's Passion (offhand hand).
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-- Griffinhart))