The librarian struck a pose, his right fist would have hit his chest if the book wasn't in it, the book hit his chest, proving he wouldn't hit Tarkir with the book. His left had gone to Tarkir's now bruised face, probably catching him off guard. Then the librarian spoke, "I am Lord Duruk!" he pronounced aloud, he then swiftly added, "Or headmaster."<br/><br/><br/>Name: Duruk<br/>Age: Ancient<br/>Ethnicity: Human<br/>Gender: Male<br/><br/>Appearance: Hefty, strong, and old. He has bags on his face and shadows under his eyes which show his constant awareness. His eyes are greyish blue, tinted with orange. He stands at 6'7 and still has the appearance of a muscled man. His skin is overly white, he usually confines himself in his office in the middle of the school.<br/><br/>Personality: He speaks often, he has no insides (inside emotions, views) or he does well at covering them. Duruk is a man that demands respect. His words are usually swiftly said and never precise, he speaks in riddles A LOT of the time. Ancient and wise, he is the head master of the school, mainly known as Lord Duruk.<br/><br/>Brief background: Duruk has been a lord for as long as anyone can remember. He has been in control of more wars then a man could count in a lifetime, he has royal blood and was a king in more then one ages. No-one knows how old the school is but Duruk has been with the school since the beginning or so it is said, he should surely know its age.