*The last survivor of an ancient race of immortals, Myrwann has nothing but time. Throughout history, as nations rose and fell, as humans waged war, waged peace, wrote poetry and touched the stars, Myrwann lived outside them and beside them, sometimes as a woman, sometimes as a man. Now old beyond imagining, tired beyond words, The Last One nurtures the failed and tragic souls of New York's East Village even as his own heart cries for the release of death. *Source: Back of card
The back of the card also contains the cover of Last One #4.