Dancer is... well, Dancer. His true name is kept a closely guarded secret, and there's even the theory that perhaps he doesn't remember it himself. He's a rather spectral being, and doesn't seem to be... entirely of this realm. His wrists and ankles are shackled, but the chains have long since been broken. What was he shackled for? Well, that's yet another secret he's not likely to share.

One this isn't a secret. It's a well known fact, really, and that's His skill as a fighter. The dark cloak hides his form. Any blades he may have stashed away, waiting to be used. Though, his signature one rests at his hip. Shadowsinger. Seemingly forged of both starlight and darkness at once, a true reflection of its wielder.

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me
Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me
Honey, don't feed me, I will come back