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[h3][color=f7941d]"I admire you, beast. You who once may have been as people are, now free of that cruelty. Yet it is because you are different that I kill you.. What cursed luck for both of us."[/color][/h3]

[h2]Davos Gilreath[/h2]
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[color=f7941d][b]Age[/b][/color]: 35

[color=f7941d][b]Weapon of choice[/b][/color]: [u]Trappers gifts[/u]
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[*]Extended wrist blades (picture is too long. About a foot long hidden blade. Slides out of a wrist sheath.)
[*]Chain whip
[*]Spring-loaded bear trap
[*]Sharpened skinning dagger
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[color=f7941d][b]Armor of choice[/b][/color]: Davos made his armor over his career of hunting game in the wilds of the Durot mountains. Thick cloth was traded for with various furs of indigenous yetis and the large wolves prowling the mountain tops, of course the thickest parts were used for his own needs. 
The wrist braces he uses have long thin pieces of steel sewn into the leather periodically, preventing any creature from tearing into the vulnerable area while still remaining very light. These are usually the first pieces of gear to be replaced.
Leather padding on his legs and chest follows the same styling of protection, with the most amount focused on the thigh leathers.
The crimson clothing he wears is a ritually dyed piece of clothing often splashed by his victims, that he might remember them forever.

[color=f7941d][b]Personality[/b][/color]: [i]Davos is a man of conviction, purpose, guile, and one of the scariest men I have ever seen. This is a man with the knowledge of a royal scholar on the subject of the inhabitants around Durot mountains, the Ondorro forests, anywhere monsters that feed on the warm flesh of the people. Skulking in the shadows you will find this man alone waiting for the chance, still as the trees, until the time is right. 

I've heard him speak of the werewolves he hunted before. Heard lots of hunters brag about them one after another and for good reason, but Davos. No. Not him. The way this man speaks about his prey can only be likened to a man of the faith reciting the words of prayer to the gods above. 
He envies these creatures.

I do not believe he seeks their power for his own or to be enslaved, by the divines it doesn't even sound like he wants to try and save or tame some of the creepy crawlies that stalk the night, he just wants to share in that.. strength? The confidence of a predator at the top of the food chain. 
That has to be it; He envies their lack of humanity. Perhaps he wishes to be free of the morality of human existence.. 

None will truly know but him. So I give fair warning to any who meet the crimson garbed being.

Sleep with one eye open.[/i] 
-Signed,
Shopkeeper Warren Flynn,
Owner of the Flynn family general store.

[color=f7941d][b]History[/b][/color]: Davos' family separated from the clustered living of the villages. Forsaking the comforts of the herd and superior numbers to strike out a living far to the south in the mountain range of their forefathers. The living was rough and often nearly struck them down but with the knowledge given from a nomadic tribe of barbarians, wisdom traded for with food or tools, his parents claimed a piece of the mountainside for themselves. 
Not a particularly attractive home it did serve its purpose as it sheltered them from the storms and hungry eyes of the predators, nestled on a hard to reach cliff. From there Davos was tutored to hunt down the animals that stalked the snowy hills and delve into the darkest caves dotting the mountains.

Year by year he grew increasingly restless. 

The first kill was a rabbit. Then a great white Elk. From there; wolves, bears, wildabeasts, great furred yetis. Davos excelled at luring in such beasts to the killing-fields, springing creative traps that fell from the treetops down onto the beasts. When they inevitably struggled to free themselves, the tip of his sword struck them in the heart.

With his parents passed away from a fever many years ago, Davos returned from the society his family had left and began reintegrating himself. First came money, taken from bounty hunting and vermin disposal, then the ability to read, until finally he signed on with the Royal Hunting Guild.

[color=f7941d][b]Strengths/Abilities[/b][/color]: [list]
[*]Tracking 
[*]Trap location
[*]Blacksmithing
[*]Skinning
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[color=f7941d][b]Weaknesses/Hindrances[/b][/color]: [list]
[*]Swordplay - Can hold his own, but cannot excel in a fight against trained swords fighters.
[*]Crazy ideals - People do not often like the way he praises the beasts.
[*]Ill mannered - Living in a cave for 25 years will do that to you.
[*]Solo hunter - Doesn't play well with others, nor does he often stick with the group.
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