Name: Gaspar Plagueborn
Age: Late thirties
Gender: Male

Appearance: Measuring little under 5 ft, he is light built but well defined by the constant struggle his life had been. Gaspar's head no longer holds any hair except facial. A prolonged soul patch grows until under his chin. His hollowed face hardly looks the part. As his humanity closes to its end, so does his apparent age. The only thing that appears to be alive is his gaze, even behind the dark shroud the Sign placed over his eyes. Riddled with liver spots and slacking skin his face seams closer to a ninety year old. His body also feals this effect, althou its tonus remains. His hands are deft with slender steady fingers. With his light built he is not fit to equip or wield any heavy armor or encumbranting weapons. 

Personality: Dark past attracts dark humor, or so they say....
Actually his sick sense of humor was what allowed him to keep most of his possessions during his incarceration and exile to the north. Sly of nature he always seeks to have an edge over his opposition...ready to be brought down.
Even so he does prefer to avoid conflict, being quite the eloquent speaker. Quite able at befriending people, he seldom feels more attached to them more than to a throwing knife.

Autobiography: In a worn down tavern before he was discovered as a bearer of the sign "My origins, huh? My name should tell you more than enough..." The stranger shakes his head in a sign of no. "Guess your wright...my mum died when she had me, not that much of a surprise nowadays, pops was good enough to me. Guess I was lucky he didn't love my mum that much..." His attention wanders off for a second as he chugs down the horrid grog. Then he continues "Aaany way, life was as good as it could be for a lowborn like me. But (insert word) boring..." the stranger asks something to entice the man to spew more "Oh, yeah, that's why I joined them. Good life you know!? Three meals a day training to become...well, I don't really know what they where aiming for. Some obscure goal about four dead knights. Crazy bunch thou, eager to fight whomever, guess that's why I quit...only bad thing is that they attack me on sight now...guess no difference from before Kekeke..." His laugh didn't seem all that gay thou, glancing at his left hand. "Thanks for hearing me out mate.."

Items:
[hider=Main Hand -> Old Man's Knife]
[img=http://www.frostcutlery.com/images/products/m_HK200-150.jpg]
His fathers skinning knife, an old one edged knife that is more accustomed to slashing than stabbing.
The design is crudely planned to allow blood to flow out of the beast.

"To be truthful, m'old man used it more to end fights than to skin beasts..." Sigh
EFFECTS: Bleed builds up each hit.[/hider]
[hider=Off Hand -> Weak DarkFlame]
Obtained from the Covenant he was once a part off
[b]Bound[/b] to his left hand. This allows nothing else to be wielded in that hand.
Gaspar may feed it humanity, by doing this the DarkFlame will materialize a absorption shield at Gaspar's will.
When used as a shield it drains humanity at a rate of 1:10. Meaning 1 Humanity for each 10 hits
ABILITY: Absorption Shield, will reduce damage done to user but may not parry or deflect
ABILITY: Soul Steal, A strong grab attack that drains target humanity.
Item may be upgraded later on(still don't know how yet)[/hider]
[hider=Black Leather Set]
This armor made of smooth black leather is
extremely quiet, a good thing for those who
hide in the shadows. 

The leather itself is thick, offering a
decent level of protection.[/hider]

Other:
A good supply of throwing knifes.