A warrior of nondescript demeanour. His ragged clothes are certainly no representation of the abilities possessed by this unassuming fellow.
One of scant words, he tends not to present any external demonstration of emotion. He is, however, a stalwart individual: not one to give in regardless of the odds.
Seemingly without allegiance, he certainly is quite the mystery.
Mostly none, though he has occasionally been seen with a sword or hand-gun. In truth, however, anything he picks up can be used as a weapon in some way or other.
A man lost within a history that plays an absent melody of reason and purpose, Combatant876 remembers very little before he awoke in the lab.
The lab was a secret project of some government or major corporation of indeterminate nature, and as his name suggests, he was the 876th subject - a near complete success. Except, of course, the most fatal of flaws; his creators could not control him. Upon escaping, it became clearly evident that he was not the same as most other men.
His mastery of Martial Arts was one most had never seen, and he somehow had developed command over fire and the currents of air that permeated the atmosphere. Proficiency was most attuned to the air, and when controling fire, Combatant876 still occasionally set himself alight.
Reflexes and bodily movement are perhaps his most noticeable attribute: He reacts with near inhuman speed and moves with the grace of a cat.
A strange individual with no history, but a definite story to tell.