Taran Caelis Titan's Story

Titan was weary after a long journey; his bones ached, and his armor was weighing him down. His long, white locks hung like tendrils in his face, shielding his eyes as he came upon Gambit's Bar - a mysterious aura surrounding him as he pushed in the door. Walking inside, he shrugged off the unwanted gazes that turned in his direction, and started for one of the bar stools in the corner. Preferring solitude, he ordered a stiff drink, and sat there in silence while quietly studying some of the patrons.

Alighieri evaporated into existence with a foul hum emanating from what seemed to be the very walls themselves. After what felt like nearly an aeon, all sound was annihilated from existence as he manifested his corporeal form.

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh~

he exhaled, extending his claw-rife hand towards the center of the room as a faint red glow began to illuminate the mysteriously-darkening Bar.

Let's see if anyone remembers me at all, lol.