Name: Sean Kabal 

Age: 125681743, or so he says. Being him, you can't trust anything he says. But he is extremely old.

Gender : Genderless. Appears male, but can appear whatever he wants.

Looks: Scruffy, long hair and clothing, but with a friendly smile that never falters. Tall, but not butch,making him appear rather skinny.

Personality: Sean Kabal smiles, always. Even if he is arm-wrestling a massive monstrosity, he would still smile. He is extremely confident, considering there is no threat in that he could not simply pull apart, shoot, stab or blow up. If there was something like that, then he would fall back on his Ultimate level magic, ranging as high as the Reality-Removing Spell, Twilight's Eve. However, he gets in trouble using that, so doesn't often. He also possesses a seemingly infinite 'Void' storage shed, where he pulls all manner of things, from rocket launchers, railguns and even tanks, to cups of tea and sandwiches. His favourite trick is to open a dozen Void portals, and fire forth a wave of weaponry from them. He enjoys asually messing with people's heads, blowing things up and generally bein g a confusing asshole, but will mock being upset if someone calls him such. Sean also likes to intimidate with over-sized weaponry, such as his '.500 Raging Bull Revolver' and his 'Triple-barreled leaver action 10 gauge shotgun'.

Abilities: Aside from being virtually indestructible to anything the universe could offer - one pulled the core out of a Sun to prove this point - Sean has unparalleled skill in hand to hand, most manners of Sword combat, and is an expert Marksman. He can protrude a crystal-like substance that voraciously consumes all magical energies, can use nearly every magical spell conceived in the universe, even creating a few of his own heavily destructive spells, such as Twilight's Eve. He regularly tells people that Reality can not be bent, and needs to be caressed or convinced to change, rather than forced.

Equipement: Whatever he wants. Usually a big cup of tea.