Name: Unknown, known by some as "The Reaper," among other sobriquets.
Appearance: A massive, intimidating man, he stands nearly seven feet tall and his muscular body weighs approximately three-hundred pounds. His face, creased with age, is locked into a grim, stoic stare, and his pale eyes are said to bore into one's soul. His rust-colored hair is long and tangled, and his ruddy beard is short-trimmed and tinged with silver. Numerous scars are woven across his thick frame, though most are concealed by his long, dark duster and matching wide-brimmed hat. Beneath his duster is a simple, sleeveless shirt, a thick scarf, canvas trousers, steel-toed boots, and no less than four under-arm holsters.
Gender: Male, probably.
Age: He has been haunting Western Civilization for more than four-hundred years.
Race: Unsure of what he really is, some have taken to calling him a Revenant.
Biography: Many pasts are attributed to this ageless, deathless man. A knight of the Crusades. A soldier of the Hundred Year's War. A marauder of the Caribbean Sea. An outlaw of the Wild West. All of these, and more, are a part of his long history. Though his titles and names have been many, some things have never changed: he cannot be killed, and he cannot be stopped. Some say that he is a cursed soul, doomed to wander the Earth for eternity. Others argue that he is merely a ghost that does not yet know that he is dead. Regardless, this restless Revenant seems to find purpose in standing as a barried between mankind that which lurks in the darkness. To those that would strike out from their shadows, he offers an eternal rest, with no room for negotiation.
Personality: If he were ever human, whatever remnants of human logic and morality have long since left him. In its place is an alien sense of duty and justice, twisted by experiences that no mortal man should ever have, much less occur repeatedly. He is curt, resolute, and almost completely without sympathy or remorse. However, he is not an evil creature (as far as most can tell), as he stands opposed to injustice and the inhuman monsters that perpetrate it. Those he finds to be in violation of his personal ethical code, he hunts down without pity or mercy, employing every tactic he knows for destroying an enemy in body, mind and soul. It is well that he holds humanity in such high regard, as he would be a dangerous foe to mankind if his values were less altruistic.
Weaponry: Combat knife, .44 Colt Anaconda, .44 Mateba Autorevolver, .45 Taurus Judge, .45 S&W Model 625JM
Other Possessions: None
Theme Song:
Ain't No Grave (Can Hold My Body Down)Miscellaneous: He speaks several languages, though French seems to be his most fluent.
