The man that stood on the cliff was six feet in height, a red jacket hung from his shoulders and was open in the front. Swaying as the wind pulled at it yet by some mysterious force, the jacket refused to leave. On the chest of the man was several barbaric tattoo's of his heritage, and the hidden messages he had earned on the streets of Rose Garden.
Shrugging his massive shoulders, he sent the jacket off where it floated a few feet and landed. The body was a mountain of muscle with zero body fat, white hair grown out fell over penetrating hazel eyes, down to the back of his neck and looked pure wild. His pants were ripped on the right leg just below the knee, the left legging was fine just tattered at the end.
A sash hung around his waist, floating in the breeze that smelled of salt and oak. A mix between the ocean and the forest not far away. Pain turned around to look and see if anyone else had beat him here. The right side of his face was hard to make out due to the massive Fairy Tail tattoo. It started at his hair line, went straight down the middle of his face. The right eye was tattooed over so when he blinked it made the full form. It went down splitting at his lips, down his chin, and under to finish at the entire right side of his neck.
Pain never hid the fact he was Fairy tail to the bone. A wild, berserk, Physical fighter ya. But still Fairy tail. The open sky above cast no shadows from clouds, the hot sun burned down on the landscape made hotter by the salt that clung to skin, and the haze from no shade on these cliffs. Now, he would wait for the others. Sitting down cross legged, he closed his eyes and slipped into a silent meditation.
As he did he felt the ground under him. Rocky up here at the cliffs, the further you went back after a mile it turned to grass landscapes and and forest. This balanced the terrain for several types including himself. Breathing the fresh air he gave a simple smile.