Kei

OOC: Damn, beat me to Claymore, JAIF, but you can make my intro so much better. >_>

"I knew I sensed something here."

Leaning against a wall of the building, a female poised with her arms across her chest, long blonde hair flowing around her neck and down her shoulders. Stretching all the way down her body--starting from her neck down to her ankles, even reaching her wrists--a gray cloth gripped her body, hanging on tight to the woman. Silver armor rested on various areas of her frame, but only enough to not weigh her down much: A piece on her shoulders, a pair of wrist guards, a metal partial skirt, and boots that almost touched her knees. Finishing the clothing, a matching gray cape flowed down her back, in between her petite body and the wall, and a pair of gray gloves covered her hands.

One of the stranger items on the being was a large sword that stood on the ground, placed against the same wall she was positioned on for support. The blade was easily way too large for the woman to carry, almost reaching the female's full height. From the appearance, if she were to even try and lift it, she would possibly break her back.

Of course, none of that was true, practically stated by the female's cold, silver eyes and the symbol positioned on her neck--a vertical white line with a horizontal matching line crossing over it, and two slanted lines, leaning in towards the vertical line, at the tips of the horizontal line. The symbol seemed to glow with power, emitting a sense of fear in to anyone who gazed at it and recognized it. For those who didn't know what it meant, they were just missing out on something more amazing than anyone would ever see.

Finally, the woman moved, her right hand gripping the hilt of the claymore still on the wall. In a flash--which was a an understatement, with the speed of her arm--her sword hung behind her back, and her right arm back at her side. Casually, she strolled to the sign-in sheet, bumping past any person who stood in her way and not caring in the least bit, to sign in, though her eyes seemed to be set on something else. For the few brief seconds that she wrote her name down on the paper, her eyes had moved to where her hand was. As she began to walk away, she watched her "target" once more, not worried about the consequences, as the woman was blind and everyone else seemed to be occupied with other matters.

The presently last name was scribbled quickly, but still could be easily read:

Bisho no Teresa.

OOC: ;) If you didn't see that coming, you don't know me. And this is pre-meeting-Clare Teresa. The one that didn't care. <3

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