[h3]John Barrows[/h3]

[i]Male
40[/i]
[b]Appearance[/b]
[i]6'6
Deathly Pale.
Shaved head.
Dark stubble, seemingly always having a couple days of growth.
A [url=http://pre06.deviantart.net/a365/th/pre/i/2013/338/b/c/eldritch_death_s_head_tattoo__wip__by_jediartisan-d6wpavj.png]tattoo[/url] in the center of his forehead.
[url=http://designbump.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/best-sleeve-tattoos-for-men.jpg]Left sleeve.[/url]
[url=http://galleryoftattoosnow.com/GoodPointTattoosMEMBERS/images/gallery/dotwork-sleeve-tattoo.jpg]Right sleeve.[/url]
Heavy scarring on fingertips, palm of hands, and wrists.
Mismatched eyes, the "Scrying Eye" has a  greyed sclera, a blackish blue iris, and a ravaged pupil. The second eye is a dull green, usually bloodshot due to poor sleeping habits.
Smells faintly of alcohol and cigarettes nigh constantly[/i]

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[hider=Abilities]
[i]In his one man crusade against the Cult of the Enlightened John has collected quite the ugly bag of tricks, both figurative and literal. Many of his spells fall under the category of black magic and are fairly harmful to those who come under his fire. Most of these spells were gained in his younger, more hate filled years. Curses and hexes, horrible little things that scar, hurt, and traumatize their victims if they survive. However, age has blunted John's hatred and he does not use them unless he is in dire need. For the most part he leaves the serious fighting to others, and instead uses the remainder of his skills to finding answers. Astral projection, communing with spirits, rituals, and a handy knowledge of potions, poultices, and basic first-aid to help his fellows. [/i]
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[hider=Equipment]
[i]Dagger: A wicked, cruel thing. This dagger was used in the slaughter of John's coven, he aims to put it in the heart of the one who ordered it.[/i]

[url=http://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/file/view/blacksky_eye.jpg/567359331/blacksky_eye.jpg]Scrying Eye[/url]: [i]A magical eye, given in exchange for his own. This eye allows John to see things one can't normally see, like auras and residual magical energies. At the cost of temporary blindness John can shoot a bolt of magical energy at an enemy, usually fatal.

Assorted Salts: Pure salt to ward off malevolent spirits. Fire salts, or dragon salt, is a magical salt that burns impossibly hot when charged with mana and has a multitude of uses. Black salt, when used correctly it will aid the inexperienced in entering the astral plane but if burnt the smoke will put you in a death like coma. Purifying salts, when added to a liquid, usually water, the liquid is purged of impurities and can help with illnesses however the taste is terrible.

First-Aid: Basic first aid filled with gauze, alcohol, stitching wire, and painkillers.

Brass Knuckles: Effective and easy to hide.[/i]

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[hider=Backstory]
[i]In a simpler time John Barrows was just a simple man, working a simple job. In fact him and the entire coven lived simple lives under their patron, The Adversary. Unfortunately, as things tend to go, John's life took a nose dive into the horrible as the Cult of the Enlightened sacrificed his friends and family to fulfill the wishes of their asinine gods. Either through some fluke or miracle John escaped and in the wake of this atrocity he was filled with nothing more than hatred and rage, all aimed at the Cult. For many years John made sure to be a thorn in the side of The Cult, always bringing terrible vengeance to whatever members and cells he could find. 

After nearly a decade of his one man war one thing became apparent, he wasn't accomplishing anything. Their activities never ceased completely and new members seemed to pop up whenever one was taken out. In addition, over the years his fire had died down and smoldered down to nothing. With little to drive him he almost gave up and instead went back to his old home and began gardening, becoming something of a non-standard doctor to the locals. Life became quiet once again, almost peaceful. For several years he stayed in his little house undisturbed besides the occasional local asking for something to ease an ailment. That is, until a man named Felix asked for help.[/i]
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[hider=Personality]
[i]If you could describe John in one word it would be tired. It's in the way he moves, how he talks, and he acts. But most of all, it's in his eyes. John has been hurt and has hurt others in equal measure, full of past regrets. He makes no illusions that he was or is a good person, in his age all he wants to do is do something worthwhile. But in the end, even though he may not like it, John is willing to do the dark and dirty to get the job done. 

John isn't a fan of sadists or the self righteous, especially the church given his pagan beliefs. In his spare time he tends a small garden, listens to metal, drinks hard liquor, and smokes cigarettes.[/i]
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