Name: Yosef Hurdley
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Appearance description: Yosef is a tall man with a lean physical build developed to fighting form through years of hard labor and combat. His body is not overly muscular but is at the peak of performance, capable of performing amazing feats of human capability that surpass the normal.
Two scars are prominent on his body and both are located on his eyes. One long line going from just above his eyebrow ending just below the eye. A ritual performed by his own hands as he cut eyelid and eyeball both. 
The ritual was needed to show him the flows of magic from the rift flowing about him.
Personality: 

Brief History: Yosef stood atop his home with a grim look of determination clearly written upon his features. His eyes were grey and already starting to fail him. It would not be long until his eyes became totally lightless. A fate he wished to avoid at any cost. 
Here atop his home he splayed out the corpse of a furry monster from beyond the weave. In his hand was a long and smooth knife. His words echoed across the plains, words of power and healing and a desperate wish as he cut out the eyes of the monster without breaking his chant. The moment of climax in the spell came with a price of purest agony as he brought the blade down upon his open eyes slashed out both his eyes. 
His scream of agony roared across the encampment even as he smeared the ruined eyeballs of the monster across his own. The searing pain brought him total darkness as he faded into what he assumed was death.
When at last he awoke in the care of a healer. The moment he dared to open his eyes the world was bathed in the glow of magic. Subtle colors invaded his every sight, every emotion displayed openly for him to see, and the lines of power of the rift clear to him. His own eyes shone a deep blue and he wept. He could still fight. He could still keep all safe.

Monster Kills: Easily over 700k

Class: Aether Monk

Weapons and Skills: His weapons are few but each one serves a lethal purpose.
Two brass knuckles with 3 short stubby spikes. Meant for devastating blows to vital points.
His main weapon is a single 7foot long staff of polished white oak. It Is the last remnants of a spirit tree that once grew in the desert lands of his homeland.
His other skills involve a wide repertoire of magical combat skills learned from the mouths of dead monsters who tried to use them to kill others. He has recorded them for years and mastered over a dozen, ranging from a concentrated shield of mana, to a forcewave of killing energy.
He can also infuse himself with raw energy to further enhance his skills.
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