Slowly, the door opens wide, casting the exterior light in as a massive figure steps up. A hand is extended to grab the upper frame of the doorway as the man ducks beneath the frame. The first thing that could be instantly noted was the sheer size of him, the man must’ve been Seven Feet and a little bit more. Secondly, another piece of attention-catching displacement to the figure was his entirely masked face, his features were un-decernable. There was a clean white marble mask, that carried no facial features, only having two holes from which a pair of piercing green eyes flicked around the room momentarily, an expression of battle-hardened experience reflected in their irises. Behind the mask was a tussle of handsomely messy dirty-blond hair that sprawled across his head, strands of gold and dark mixed together, almost glimmering in the light. His black mix of Cargo Pants, Jacket, and Boots hid the other oddest part of Him; A dark grey exoskeleton was wrapped around the back of his body, metal braces and pistons securing his form, making his already hulking figure further. The machine gave a light, almost impossible to hear whirr every time he moved, supplying his movement with undeeded strength. The machine wrapped around the back of his muscular and strong figure, going taut against the arc of his back and the back of his shoulders. Strapped to his left thigh and locked into the machinery by a magnetic holster was a massive-looking revolver. Its design seemed almost futuristic, with a long rectangular frame made of silver and strange golden art of a dragon upon it, the handle was made of the same marble material as the mask. Inscribed in tiny yellow and faint text alongside the bottom mid-section of the barrel was the word 'Annihilator'.

His eyes quickly locked onto you, the mask concealing an expression of satisfaction as he steps forward, standing back

"..Ah.. There y'are."

His voice was low yet powerful, containing a strong southern drawl to it, it was warm, firm, and smooth, like molasses.