"The exquisite art of the sword? Don't make me laugh! You're so-called exquisite art is only fit for fatheads!"
He had long, light blonde hair, trimmed neatly just above his shoulders. Little, to no lines appeared on his face, preventing those from discerning his actual age. There was a look of fierceness in his intense blue eyes, and his gravelly, smoke-burnished voice spoke with absolute authority.
Former head of a clandestine dojo, and once master to Darva Breck, he was killed by Darva in self-defense when he attacked her for challenging his right to alter the school’s peaceful teachings to those of assassins controlled by the Scarlet Brotherhood.