The edict decrees that there must always be a sense of justice in the world. The order of all things must be protected and upheld, even at the cost of morality. Peace before emotion, justice before freedom. The Song must never be altered and its Law must always be enforced. These are the tenets of the Song of Fire.

His height is impressive, a staggering seven feet and nine inches. His weight, immense due to density. His flight is achieved through sheer muscle mass, and not the gifts of hollowed bones and light body. An overwhelming three hundred and eighty odd pounds.

His gifts to the song are simple. The persecution of the pathetic and annihilation of the unjust. The powerful Lein Ag blade is his companion in this mission to rid the world of corruption and impurity. Blade of volcanic steel. Ammunition forged of magic and technology, by a mad man who only continues to live for the purpose he serves.

He is not unkind. He is not cold. He does not distance himself from the world. He knows not what his calling is, not yet. Fate has not awoken his passions yet. But one day, he will forsake all in order to eradicate this world of all those he views as threat or a hindrance. He will deliver this world from the weak and the oppressive both. For the sake of his own Song.