Okay so I said I was gonna work on something vampiric, and I still kinda want to, but I also want to recycle this guy maybe. Here's the first iteration of the converted CS (hence the formatting won't be 1:1 but all the requisite info is still there):
[hider=Expand:][b]Name:[/b] Levi Yve Nykolas
[b]Age:[/b] 33
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Profession:[/b] Soldier of Fortune - Travelling from village to village, doing whatever work is available. Hunting the creatures of the night is a dangerous profession, but for someone with few other skills and no intention to settle down, it has its merits.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Aged, scarred, gruff, not known for appearing friendly. He neither barks nor bites as harshly as he may appear however. He has a set of three scars cutting across the right half of his face, stemming from the corner of his mouth, the bridge of his nose, and just under his eye ... courtesy of a long night in the woods in winter and a pair of hungry wolves. His armor is a lightweight, yet durable mix of steel plate and thick leather, scratched and gouged by both blade and fang. His waistbelt is heavy with steel: his selection of blades curated over years.
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General idea. Armor is a bit bulky on this though (imperfect matches are why I don’t care for photos). The face is more accurate.
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Better armor, slimmer and more lightweight, but the face is too young, nor does Levi carry shields. Both the swords in these are really too heavy and can’t be easily wielded off-hand.[/hider]
[b]Armaments:[/b]
Paired 36” jian blades, imported from the far east
Two 8” silver-plated knives
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Originally a weapon of chinese origin, it’s a double-edged, straight-blade sword that’s both durable and lightweight. It can be one or two-handed and derives its lethality from speed rather than weight. The fullers of his particular set are silver-plated.
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A more local set of hardware for backup. These blades are fully silver-plated for use as a finisher of an eldritch abomination, or as a panicked self-defense tool when something goes wrong.[/hider]
[b]Personality:[/b] Blunt, brutally honest, and a bit pessimistic, but loyal to a fault. Though his line of work would suggest he is loyal only to wealth, he grew up on stories of heroes of old. But in his own words, “There are no great causes left to fight for, no feats worth fighting for, no battles worth dying for. There is no valor to be had in throwing one’s life away, and there is no man left to die.” He approaches any task with this skepticism. Suicide missions are not something he will willingly walk into, in part because of his ingrained stubbornness. When he sets out on a task, he will complete it or die trying.

[b]Best Qualities:[/b]
-Loyal to a fault
[i]If one good thing can come from his rigidity, it is his unwavering loyalty. It is incredibly hard to earn, but nearly impossible to break.[/i]
-Master Swordsman
[i]If his blades can reach it, he can kill it. The only question is whether it can kill him first.[/i]
-Veterancy
[i]He’s survived a rather long time for his line of work: product of skill and some measure of luck.[/i]
-Qualified Weaponsmith
[i]He can maintain his own weapons and armor. This self-sufficiency is minor, but nonetheless often underrated.[/i]

[b]Worst Qualities:[/b]
-Headstrong, stubborn
[i]When he has made up his mind, he has made up his mind for better or for worse. There is no changing that, period.[/i]
-Leeroy Jenkins syndrome
[i]He sometimes takes an overly brief assessment of a situation, and then charges in blades first. While this can sometimes catch enemies unaware, it is a dice roll and Levi should know better.[/i]
-Range
[i]Zero ranged weapons, outside of using his backup knives as throwing weapons. If it can hurt him from outside of his sword reach, he is in trouble.[/i]
-Fear of Wolves
[i]His hand magnetizes to the hilt of his sword out of pure reflex at the sound of a wolf’s howl.[/i]

[b]History:[/b] Levi originally was an apprentice blacksmith. Working around swords all day gave him plenty of time to both admire them and to practice with them. He picked up the fundamentals somewhat quickly on his own before he was given proper training. The master swordsman he trained with was like a father to him, having grown up an orphan. Despite what was often assumed, it never bothered him that much. When it did bother him, he kept busy at his studies. He eventually became a qualified weaponsmith, and crafted his own set of swords. His first craft were a pair of single-edge backswords (an early predecessor to the sabre). Nonetheless, his craft had a long way to come.

He was originally trained solely for the purpose of defending their small town. It was a boring and uneventful post however, and Levi grew impatient. That of course would change soon enough, for Levi was not careful about what he sought. Every night, the warriors would listen to the howls of wolves and stand ready lest a horde of tortured abominations make for the townspeople. On a high moon the horde came as promised. The town gates - a barrier of thick logs bound by hardened iron - failed to hold back anything, and everyone who carried a blade was now in charge of holding the line.

The trained warriors of the village did eventually repel the lycan horde, slaughtering most of them. Even in their victory, it was not without cost. Two dozen lay dead and five houses were destroyed. Among the dead was Levi’s master. Levi took his death extremely personally, and had severed the head of the killer beast clean off only moments after. A life for a life trade didn’t suit him though. He could not suffer to see such eldritch creatures live, for they had sought the blood of innocents without cause. It would not be the last fateful encounter Levi would have with wolves.

Levi departed his village to hone his craft hunting down these monsters. He could not be appeased by merely defending against them. His skills with a blade where up to the task, but he had little knowledge of hunting down the creatures of the night. As with smithing, he learned the craft quickly. By the time he was 20, he was more than capable of tracking down and beheading almost any the various horrors that lurked in the midnight forests. Even still a hunter has to sleep. During a camp-out on a week-long track, Levi was alone in the woods. His fire had burnt out and the wolves were famished. Unlucky for them, Levi was quick on the draw. Unlucky for Levi, he wasn’t fast enough. He managed to spill the pouncing predator’s innards with a single well-placed slash, but the creature had managed to catch him across the face with its claws in its final breath.

The howl of a wolf keeps Levi paranoid to this day, and the scars on his face serve as a grim reminder. In the face of that fear he has made a successful career out of solving people’s monster problems. For as rash as he can be, he has lived a surprisingly long time in his line of work, making a rather significant reputation for himself. His age gives him a certain element of veterancy in his field that many often do not live long enough to reach. He is fairly known among towns north of the capitol, though he has traveled into the mountains before to answer a call. Now the king is seeking his help. Levi is certain there is more to it than that, and that something must be very, [i]very[/i] wrong for the fortress that is the capitol to need the likes of a master hunter.[/hider]