[Mikhail Gorbachev]

OOC: Also, sorry for the extreme suckiness of my character's name. I was never good at naming things.

The figure just stood there in the dark doorway.

He was wearing a cloak from head to toe. It was cheap enough to seem more of a dark gray, but its color would be described as black or rather a poor, watered-down version of the color.
His expression remained circumspect even after he was detected by his target.
A moment later he smiled and began to leave the doorway. Groping for some object inside his cloak, he seemed to have obtained it and stopped searching.
With a swift, fluid motion, he tossed the cloak to the side and let the wind carry it away. Not the natural wind, but the wind he was himself manipulating.
With the cloak removed, he appeared human in form. He seemed to be weak, but his agility and speed more than made up for it. He wore lightweight armor forged from Corinthian bronze, thick enough to cancel out a weak melee attack and thin enough to not limit his mobility much. Grasped tightly in his right hand was a katar enchanted to enhance his magical abilities. It was forged from some strange, shining black metal and jeweled with a white stone.
“My name is Vilrith."
He paused and stared at his opponent for a moment.
"Heh. You don’t really look like much of a fight.”
He said this with a look of pride and arrogance on his face. Maybe it was feigned. Maybe he was just trying to irk his opponent.
He took a few more steps forward.
Raising his katar in front of him, wind blowing around him, he said, “So, I take it you’ll want to start now?” and flew swiftly towards Inferno, attempting to strike with his powerful blade, effectively bringing the battle to a start.