Rundo Sala

A survivor? There's no way. Hmm. I could use someone resilient like you. Join us. I am Rundo. *This man appears to be a menace. He wears light cloth for quick movements, yet has vitals protected by armored portions of metal. Red war paint over his eyes and no helmet must mean he is fearless, and an unmatched warrior. The wind carries the scent of death and waves through his long white hair.*