He was probably the easiest to pick out of the Thirteen. The staff, the requiem blaster, and the signature purple mask. He was known as the strongest, toughest of the primes; the most brutal. You were... well, what really were you in comparison to him? His large purple and gold-detailed frame shifted towards you, steely optics focusing on your small body in front of him- you were insignificant. He spoke with a low rumble, digits stroking the metal of his expertly crafted battle staff) "Speak. I do not have all day, young one."