Jairin on a espionage mission

Rain. Some hate it. Some love it. But for Jairin, he didnt care. As he gazed at the sunset over the barren hill, a man approached him stealthily.
"Who are you?" asked Jairin.
The man gave no satisfaction of an answer, but gave a strike with his tatore blade and fired the magic firaga upon Jairin.

((Where's your bio?))

((Also, here's mine http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/story-sages/prince-cygnus-second-draft-22879.html, i'm just testing the guy out to see if he works))

((Is it okay if I join?))