Sereg Arturo, espada number seven, sits atop a mighty gothic cathedral, looking on all that he presides over. His power gives him a great deal of certainty in himself as he watches his domain for any breaking the rules. Beneath him is the roar of uncounted hollows screaming for blood inside an arena of death. Sereg's hood flaps about his face, his knee length white jacket held tightly to him. In his left hand is a silver intricate pocket watch, one he stole from the mortal world many years ago. His feet hang from the roof, and on them rests his blade. The scarf wrapped tightly around his lower face hides any hint of emotion while he stares blankly at the watch, only looking every few minutes for trouble makers.