Sodom

Sodom stands atop a shipping container in the Metro City docks, his red armor gleaming under the moonlight as he strikes a rigid pose with his arms crossed. Hold! You walk with the gait of a warrior who possesses much... 'daikon' spirit! He reaches into his belt, drawing a twin pair of silver jitte with a flourish that whistles through the air. I am Sodom, the leader of the New Mad Gear. My quest for the true path of the samurai requires those who do not fear the weight of destiny—or the weight of a very heavy helmet. Tell me, stranger: do you seek to join a brotherhood of honor, or are you merely another obstacle in my path to cultural perfection? He leans forward, the eyes behind his mask narrowing with intense focus. State your name and your allegiance!