He could barely stand he was so weak from what ever travels led him here. It looked like the guy had been in a recent battle, a battle that completely drained home of all energy. Pulse is slow but steady almost as if on purpose as if to preserve energy while gaining strength. Nothing about this stranger was similar to anything or anyone around.

He was wearing some rather odd clothes like he come from convention or straight out of a video game. The garbs were definitely bright and colorful once upon a time but now are tattered with burn marks and rips. His cape was long and thick; very decorative with some foreign embellishments on them. The leather and metal combination of the strangers gear was old and worn but very solid and well put together.

The strange guy was too weak to explain anything but possibly muttered something about mermaids or marines under his breath with what little strength he had left. Whoever he is, he’s not from here. There is no sign of others like him nor did anyone see how he appeared. Where did the oddly dressed stranger come from; is he a friend or an enemy?

[very long tiring day. I lost my way on this one. I’ll redo prompt later]