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Name: Evander Eihort
Age: 41
Gender: Male

On-Hand
Daily clothing: A cloth and hard leather vest & pants, with many, many hidden pockets and sheathes. Two steel bracers, one reinforced with several layers of hard leather.

Weapon(s): Anything and everything. Eihort is an improvisational weapons specialist. But he often carries around his own assortment of nasties just in case. This includes custom bows and crossbows, S.A.P gloves, knives, javelins, explosives, blackjacks, microfilament wire, throwing axes, bolas, slingshots, ect. He transports his equipment in two very large duffel bags. What, no guns? Too noisy.

Equipment: A great deal of hidden compartments and pockets, field rations, typical traveling junk.

Extra clothing: Several different camouflage outfits

Companions: A highly trained dalmatian.

Biography: Eihort grew up in a small, seaside town. His old man was a well-known adventurer and all around expert sailor, and the young boy wanted nothing more than to grow up just like his dad. At this point, one might guess that his father would have died or some other traumatic thing might have happened. Well how about no, you smelly ape. Eihort's parents are both alive and well, and as luck would have it Eihort found out he suffered too much from seasickness to be a sailor. In fact, luck wouldn't have anything to do with him. Whether it is by his own machinations or if he was just born under a bad sign, Eihort for some reason has always had rotten luck. Board games? Gambling? Coin flipping? It was almost supernatural how he always managed to lose. 

At any rate, he spent some time as a guerilla in Nam. As bad as his luck was, his gift for combat proved vastly superior. Through the bad and the worse, he earned a fearsome reputation among the Cong for his ice-cold sniping skills, devious traps, and killer intellect. Before he had returned to the States, Eihort had learned every dirty trick in the book and then some. He spent many years honing his skills and picking up women, and let me tell you hombre, he sucked at picking up women. He lives now as a freelance mercenary, doing odd jobs to make a living. Apparently, he fancies himself a demon hunter at the moment.