Sin took up his position beside the throne, his royal crimson cloak fluttering gently in the small breeze that flew through the kingdom. Standing at 7 feet 3, whit long, crimson hair, he looked every bit of his namesake - Sin, a name that has inspired fear throughout the many continents. The blood-colored claymore that rested on his back seemingly hummed with the need of violence, but Sin ignored it in favor of gazing into the distance.

"Another beautiful day, milord." he uttered respectfully, folding his arms over his broad chest.