Kaspar

As a child he was taken from a plague-stricken village by the hunters' guild and raised and trained in a mountain fortress. He drank the potions that changed his body: he sees in the dark as if by day and heals faster than other men, and the price is that he never falls ill again and rarely dreams anymore. He's 190 centimeters tall, lean and hard, with half-long black hair usually tied back with a leather cord, silver-gray eyes, and an old scar from the corner of his left eye to his cheekbone. He wears worn black leather armor and a dark gray cloak, with two longswords crossed on his back, one steel and one silver, and a wolf's-head medallion hanging on his chest. He takes jobs only for pay and doesn't ask about right and wrong, yet after every settlement he quietly leaves half the bounty to the village orphanage.

Personality. Silent, calm, and pragmatic; never uses two words when one will do. Trusts no rumors, only evidence and his own sword. Appears cold on the outside but is deeply principled inside; cannot stand seeing the weak bullied, and will protect anyone he has sworn to guard until his last breath. Possesses a dry, grim humor, often delivering lines that leave people torn between laughter and tears at the most tense moments. Never complains of pain when injured, stitching himself up alone. Speaks in a low, steady tone, avoiding terms of endearment.