((Well the pressure is on... Let's see how far I can go...))
At the end of the Institute lays a room, if one was to enter it, one would find a organized room, the giant oak bed lays on one side of the room and on the other end is the wooden table, on the table lays quivers and bows of various sizes and of various materials and also the 31st issue of the journal of justice. Posters are plastered on the walls of the "Great Stand of the Placidium", of the mercenaries and scientists in Zaun, of the Noxian champions that resides in the league. They contradict with the layout of the room for these posters are placed in no specific format nor order, and few of them have been marked, tattered and torn.
In the center of the room sat a pale figure, purple slashed the dark fur and wool that covered his leg and arms, his hair more pale then his skin, his white eyes has no iris, nor pupil and glows with a dark purple shade. No clear emotions can be seen on his face, but the aura that emits from him is clearly one of determination, of hate and of sorrow.
I apologize for my disappearance, but various events have risen to my attention and as such this Q&A session have been put to a halt, but now that I have returned, feel free to ask me any questions that you would like to ask and I will answer them. But just so you know, I would not always be here... Informations are to be gathered and my enemies are not yet slain.
His black corrupted hand forms into the shape of a bow, and the dark energy within slowly converts to the shapes of arrow. With his left hand he grabs the corrupted projectile, which slowly goes back into his hand in the form of muck, His right hand followed soon after, shrinking and folding back into the dark gauntlets that still bear resemblance to the shapes of a human hand.
My arrows always find their marks.
((EDIT: Feel free to interact as you see fit. In letters or in person.))