A Spartan Spirit, A Relic of battles past. He Appears in this world as just as Floating Spartan Armor, Black Smoke-like whisps moving in and out of it. His speech seems to echo in the world.
Serious, Like a teacher.
Spartan shield, Spear, Short sword and Javelin.
He died of old age, Many battles past him, trained since he was eight like all the other Spartans, Pain never did effect him. Now it couldnt unless he allowed it.