Dust devils frolic around as the leaves rustle in the wind, this same wind tousles the hair of the stranger standing at the edge. He is strongly built, with dark unruly hair, and skin bronzed form days spent out in the sun. Few would call this man handsome, but there is an aura of strength and mystery surrounding him. His rugged build and the steely glint in his eyes give off an air of forborne. If you could catch a glimpse in his eyes, it seems to say 'be wary of me, approach me if you dare'. Yet he burns with fierce loyalties, you know if you ask him to watch your back, you would know that your back is safe. For this man can either be your best friend, or your most feared enemy.

He stands here along not my circumstances, but by choice. Acquaintances he has many, of friends he has none. 'Trust no one' is his motto, 'people are weak, they let you down when you need them the most' is his reasoning. He is the lone wolf of the pack, though he has the abilities not just to hunt with the pack, but to lead it as well; he chooses to hunt alone. At time when he stops to ponder about the past, a haunted look would briefly appear in his eyes; as pain, so deeply hidden within him surfaces once again.

Circumstance has been cruel to him. Cast away as a child, he has fought for survival all his life. Never has the word 'love' meant anything to him. Love to him is the word that people use, just to evoke emotions in another, so as to take advantage of the person in that momentarily time of weakness. Perhaps it's not so much the fact that he does not believe in love, but more like he has searched it, and searched in vain.

The man of no allegiances is what some call him. Having been abandon by all whom he once cared about. He has long since turned his back towards them. Changing his name, he has cut away all that once part of his life. He now simple referees to the man he once called dad as – that old man. No longer looking back towards his past life, he now needs nobody. He has learnt over the years that all one needs is oneself, and the will and determination to survive.

Pain, strive and honour is his three point stand. Life is all about pain he reasons, one feels it all the time, no matter is it physical, emotional or spiritual. However, pain is but a small part of life. How one deal with it plays a bigger role. One must always fight for one's believe, Never let oneself be put down by another, always fight one till one's last breath. After which, one would able to close one's eyes peacefully knowing that the best of one's capabilities has been done. But overall, one must always fight with honour. For pain is temporary, Honour is forever.

As now he sits at the edge pondering about who he is, he knows that no one would ever be able to comprehend him, for he is – The Rogue