Akryn wasn't really sure how he ended up in motor city, it really didn't strike him as his sort of place. It was loud, advanced, and packed with people too busy with work to even see the others around them. That is, until they saw Akryn coming. Towering over the crow with a height far exceeding eight feet tall, and covered in gleaming armor, Akryn was a sight to behold no matter where he went, and he stood out from the crowd like a sore thumb. A sore, dangerous thumb. And he couldn't help but notice that he wasn't the only one standing out either, as his good eye caught sight of a strange young lady not far off, in an old fashioned dress.
Akryn tilted his head curiously at the sight, his white hair falling across his face a bit in the process. Such old fashioned dress, while pretty, was not something that one normally saw in the world, let alone around this city of grease monkeys and all business. Out of curiousity, the giant of a man would begin approaching her from an angle, the sea of people parting before him. As they parted though, everyone would stop and stare at him for a moment, magically compelled to do so by the power of the sword which hung from his hip, a power that even this woman would likely feel as he drew near, alerting her to his presence before he even spoke. "Miss?"
Prayne de crabug ahm keike rinedere be-yogt iglo kes gron!
Akryns battle theme
"I came into this world, kicking, screaming, and covered in someone elses blood. I have little issue going out the same way."