He wore a white robe that was dipped in the blood of the warriors that went before him. And out of his mouth thrashed a double edge sword. The War Rider was fully human and fully ghost. And every term, The War Rider would provide protection, blessings, medical supplies, and food to all of the Tides. They relied on the War Rider for everything. But as time progressed, technology started to gain power the human condition and element were gone, the humans, and the Tides started to heavily rely on their Flaskjackers ( portable hard drive). The humans through technology became greedy and didn't think that they needed The War Rider anymore to protect and to provide. So they threatened and forced The War Rider to be exiled to Dirt Claws, where he was sentenced to stay, for the rest of his life, which was in the desert out in the middle of nowhere.