Draxlus stands up from his chair, raising his nose into the air as if checking
for a particular scent...One by one, he looks over the other soldiers in the room, and after a few moments, resumes a more
conventional stance and smiles broadly...His grin seems a bit too toothy for most of the men's liking, and they
squirm in their chairs as he marks each one with the eyes of a predator..."Corporal Drakylbane...reporting for duty...sir..." he purports...
His hair hangs a full two inches past his shoulders, and you think to yourself "That can't be regulation"...
"I track down those who would weave their 'magic' to defy the Coalition and enslave the human race ...and then I 'eat' them"...Draxlus chuckles to himself,
finding this last remark of his most humorous..."Any questions?" he asks...
After another quick glance around the room, he sits back down in his chair and awaits the introductions of the other members of his team...