Name: Johann Stein (Yo-han Sh-tine)

Age: 95

Gender: M

Race: Human/Umbra hybrid

Religion: Shalyss

Magic Specialty: Illusions and Curses

Appearance: A tough ragged man who amazingly has no scars on his face even though he has never worn any armour to protect it. His is not huge, only 5'10, but he is a tough muscle-bound man. He isn't a 'body-builder' type but anyone can tell you do not f*** with this guy. His eyes are a striking blue colour that glows in the dark. Most of time (at least when the suns out) he wears dark tinted glass lenses wrapped in leather over his eyes. His hair is a light blond colour and a couple inches long. He normally has a couple days old beard.

For 'clothing' he wears a metal chest plate with shoulder guard. His waist is protected with linked armour so he can move. The outside of his upper thighs are protected by a 'skirt' of metal coming off the waist and his calves are also wrapped in steel. His helmet has a neckguard in the back and the chest plate folds up a bit to protect the front. The rest is hardened leather but all of it has been etched with a pattern of flying birds. His feet are protected by tough leather boots. Underneath his wears a white tunic with formfitting brown trews. He also has a navy blue cloak and the hood is normally up, nearly obscuring his face.

Personality: This man don't take no shit and but gives lots of it. He revels in fighting as he is exceptionally good at it. He tells it like it is and what he thinks with no pesky censor getting in the way of his words. No patience to speak of but he doesn't have temper. He just goes about his rather unsavory business. He doesn't have many morals other then the main one of you don't f*** with women unless they invite you to their bed. And they usually do as he ain't a bad looking man. He has his pride, honour for his word, but not much in the way of ethics (what he's paid to do he'll do, other then the one mentioned above). He don't kill people for looking at him sideways except if they doubt his skills at combat, then they find their eye fixated that way in death. He drinks but can hold his liquor well, and in most ways can be described as an asshole. But you don't dare call him such or you'll find yourself with a new one. Not that he cares about your opinion really it just you were irritating.

History: His dad disappeared somewhere after 'experimenting' with his mom. Don't matter much to him as his mom raised him fine. Well he's not the most polite fellow ever but someone had to pay the bills and he found he was good at fighting. He went to the 'proper' channels but found all that 'fighting for the right reasons' complete bullshit. So he went from Knight training to mercenary. Politeness is not something to be found in the Mercenary Guild. Least not the one he went too to train. He got shit for being a half-breed but once he started beating the other trainees into the ground they found it wise to stop their cracks. Since then he went from job to job, the ones that paid the best and generally he's a wealthy man. He is VERY good at killin' folks of all kinds. Known to anyone who wants someone or something dead; so long as the pay is good, and it can be killed with physical weapons, it's done (anything, so that includes children). He could stop but doesn't see the point. He's good at it and thanks to his faithless pa, rather still young for his age, appearing to be in his early thirties. While he can still swing a fan he going to keep on killin' folks as it seems there's always a need for it.

Weapon: He's a friggin' walking armoury. You name it he has it somewhere on his person. A longsword, pair of long knives, probably around 25 small throwing daggers (he isn't sure), a dagger, a shortbow, poison darts, smoke bombs, a retractable blade on both his wrists, two hatchets, two sickles, pair of fans, a walking stick that can either be another thin sword or a spear, an umbrella, acid in flasks and a leather working kit. His armour is not to be messed with either. His armour has sharpened points on it. He does not have a face guard though.

Just to note where everything is on his person,
His longsword, hatchets and dagger are on his belt. Along with a few throwing knives. His long knives are on his back under his pack and quiver. The poison dart thrower is usually near his mouth to launch them. His smoke bombs are on a belt around his stomach on his front. The sickles are attacked to the armour on the outside of his thighs. The fans are up his sleeves. The umbrella is on his back with his pack, leather working kit, quiver and shortbow. His acid is not normally with him unless he needs it. The rest of the throwing knives are spread throughout his person.

Spells: Illusions: Drunken Fool: Useful in cities, makes people believe he is stumbling around very, very drunk.

Illusions: Cackle: Makes one believe a bunch of goulies are haunting them, scaring the shit out of most people.

Curses: Mind that Divot: Makes one trip constantly for a week starting almost instantaneously.

Home: Tillot, a human village on the edge of their lands next to the Umbra.

Mount: Abyss Raven

Mount’s Name: Vona

Mount’s Appearance: A giant blue-black raven with golden eyes. She is a tad bigger then the eagles of the RotK movie. She has a sturdy leather saddle on her and a few more throwing daggers and arrows attached to it. She has much of the appearance of her rider, don't mess with her or your very much dead.

Other: Likes to call dragon riders 'lizard lovers' and their dragons 'wannabe birds'