Shealtiel

There is a man shrouded in shadow sitting solo across the bar room. Only the faint flicker of a candle partially illuminates his stoic countenance. You watch with peculiar interest as he stares cooly yet passionately in the distance. It is as if he is remembering his long lost homeland, recalling the violence and bloodshed that tore his birthplace apart. You then realize that he is merely in the middle of an intense staring competition with the painting of Erich Cooper on the wall. Erich looks away. Even from this distance you realize in sheer amazement that he must have a power level of over 10,000,000. Only one man in the galaxy could possess this measure of unadulturated glory....