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Appearance:
John has quite the charming masculine face, pale complexion aside from his darkened eye bags, with hair that is just wild enough to make it look unkempt, but not messy. He's always wearing the same shirt with that same vest day in and day out, making people wonder if he's just a slob blessed with good looks, or if he's actively gunning for the bad boy look.

Age: 36

Personality:
To put it politely, John is what you would call an "acquired taste". He keeps to himself for most of the time, and on the rare occasions that he felt like talking, he would carefully pick his words to be as scathing as possible to the people receiving it. Some says it's his unique way of showing his love. Others said it's his way to cope with the pain of losing someone who is dear to him a few years ago. But in truth? He might as well be just an ass pretending to be a tragic soul. Nobody knows for sure but the man himself.

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There is; or was, at least; nothing remarkable in John's history. He was an ambitious romantic born in a rather well-off family, hoping to one day become the hero that brought everlasting peace to the world. He attended a good military school, and graduated with slightly above average grade. He then pursued his dream to be a hunter, and got accepted into the rank without any major problem.

Shortly after, he went on campaigns to quell the fell beast infestations that plagued the land, travelling from one village to another, and soon fell in love with a village girl he met on his quests. A typical man living a typical life, really.

That is, until that fated day twelve years ago.

He was young back then. His wife was pregnant. He was on a dry spell and was addled with celebratory ale from a mission well done. Thus, when a very hot, very alluring, equally drunk lady adventurer didn't refuse his invitation for a talk in private, he ran with it. And boy, what a folly that was.

You see, the lady was not your regular promiscuous adventurer with needs. No, far from that, she was a witch. A very upset witch who lost her innocence to John the very first day she decided to leave her haven to see the outer world, that is.

Thus, when John refused to take responsibility and marry her, she placed a curse upon him.

"All that you love; past, present, and future; will perish. Solitude will be your only company, lest your folly lead more innocents to death. Until the day you took my hand in marriage, you shall not taste the warmth of others' touch. 'tis shall be your curse, as hell hath no fury as a woman scorned."

Then morning came, and John returned to his home, only to find a trail of blood going from his room, all the way to the woods just outside of the village, and later that evening, the lifeless torn-up body of his wife on a stake right in the heart of the woods.

Official papers reported the incident as an unfortunate attack from Nachtkrapp, a kind of demon raven with a penchant of placing the dead bodies of its prey in a stake. John seemed to have accepted that as the truth, and we say him doubles and redoubles his effort to slay as many fell beasts as he can in order to avenge his wife.

But deep down, he knew that his problems lies elsewhere, and he should no longer, under any circumstances, form a bond with another human ever again.
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Signature Weapon:
A flintlock with silver pellets, and a one-handed long sword.

Things they look for in a partner:
Relationship is nothing bud bad news, pal.

Rank: Disciple
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