Keth walked down the hall as if he didnt have a care in the world, whistling a jaunty little tune that he had learned back on the ships he grew up on. He was dressed in thick robes that sported earthy tones such as brown and green and upon his wrists were a pair of braclets with a broken chain link hanging down about an inch. His weaponry seemed simple enough, a rusty sword on his hip and a Las pistol in the underarm harness. The only parts of his head that werent covered were the tips of his fingers and his head. He lacked any hair to speak of and his skin was charcoal black, the kind of black that one would only see from burned human flesh.<br/><br/>His happy whistling continued till he came in front of the door to his barracks and he stopped to look at it, whispering some barely audible cryptic words that would make most poeple uncomfortable around him but what could anyone expect from someone who was likely the personification of madness?