He was garbed in a dark robe with a red lining around the corners and edges. His face was cracked and jagged, the permanent result of a bad potion he had consumed, and he had a scar which traced a line from his forehead down to his chin, cutting through his eye along the way; Albus was blind in that eye, his one and only weakness. The wand he had just flicked was the elder wand. It had power over all other wands, so any spell, enchantment, or curse could be deflected by Albus at the flick of a wrist. At his waist, he had a red belt which held the sheathed sword of Gryffindor, a sword which could cut through any enchanted armour and slay any beast unfortunate enough to be in its path. He would be perilous enough with both items alone, but Albus was enough of a wizard to match any without these; he was strong, fearless, and unrelenting. He was also ancient and had seen more combats than anyone. In fact, he was the oldest being on the planet is, a little older, by his reckoning than his sister or brother.