Appearance: Reaper is clad in full leather armor that is dyed a dark brown / blackish sort of color to allow him better concealment in wooded areas. At first glance it looks flimsy and unable to withstand a blow, but on the inside are pockets that have thin steel plates over his vital areas (Chest, Thighs, back, sides, and forearms) to give him an extra defense if his combat knowledge fails him. The leather armor is secured by metal chains instead of leather ties to prevent it from snapping and coming apart, and to withstand his acrobatics. Over this he wears a black cloak that comes down to his calves, and hides his face from sight. Although unlike most cloaks, it sits close to his body and has small tears throughout the fabric to reduce wind resistance and keep it from flowing out behind him and getting caught on anything that might be sticking along his travels. On his back lies a large scythe with a wooden handle reinforced with steel (As his armor is), and a steel blade treated to crudely match the color of dried blood.
For facial features, he is completely bald and has a somewhat thick beard that hides his mouth from view. his neck, cheeks, and lips are horribly scarred from where he was held in the Imperial cells, and was given 'corrective action' for his crimes. His eyes are a deep green color, and his hair is an odd mix of black and brown, giving him a somewhat homeless appearance.
His body is toned due to the amount of training required to be in his 'line of work' as an adventurer of sorts, but has a layer of fat over it that he likes to call his 'winter coat'. Of course it's just an excuse to be lazy on weekends when he likes to drown himself in Ale. He stands at a normal height of 6'0" evenly, and has the posture of a noble that conflicts with his ragged appearance.
Personality: For the most part he is a quiet, humble, and kind person. But when it comes to his job he becomes a serious person, although it's a calming seriousness, nothing too frightening. Because of how often he moves around, he hasn't had the time to settle down and find friends or a wife, but it's how he likes it, and is fine with meeting and talking to strangers every once and a while.
Background: Reaper's love for war began at an early age, due to his Father's constant bickering, and his Mother's neglecting habits. His Father had mostly filled the roles of both parents with the cooking, cleaning, educating, and all around care that he gave Reaper. Though he lacked the soft qualities that a Mother should have, giving Reaper almost no empathy skills whatsoever. He had a decent education as his Father was a well-learned man, and Reaper had always been the type to retain information quite well. That skill plus the constant manual labor he participated in with his Father to keep food on the table, Reaper was a good candidate for a soldier starting at a young age. This 'training' continued into his late teens, until Father forced Reaper away and into the world with nothing but the clothes on his back, and that week's pay in his coin pouch. Reaper turned this petty change into a small fortune through gambling, stealing, fighting, and honest-man's work, though it took a few years.
The facade of being an honest, hard working man didn't last too long, although, as he was eventually found out through the Imperial Legion's snooping around. He didn't put up a fight as they ransacked his small room and found all of the incriminating contracts and agreements he had formed over the years of gambling and organized fights, and went along with their shackles a little too easily. Not saying that he had a plan, he just knew that he would be able to get out sometime in the near future; At least within a week he had told himself. This proved true after he was brought to the dungeons and hurried through processing, as he was able to sneak a small metal ring that was hanging off a Guard's belt. He hid the metal item underneath his tongue for five days, the taste eventually causing his expression to become one of great disgust, but this was short lived as he finally got what he was waiting for.
He waited for the Guard to take away his bowl of food and lock the cell door before scrambling to his feet and getting to the small window at the back wall of his cell. Reaching up into the opening he fumbled around until he felt a large stone, and took it into his bear paw with a smile on his face. He spit the ring out with a look of relief in his eyes and slowly moved over to the lock mechanism in the cell door, then inserted the ring as if it were a key, leaving some of the metal showing. He then brought the rock back and hammered the ring into the mechanism with a single blow, the hard ring breaking through the worn metal of the lock as if it were nothing. Knowing he had just seconds before the Guards would be upon him, he threw the door open wide and bolted out of his cell and into the narrow corridor, already knowing which way he needed to move.
Getting out was no easy task however, as when he stepped out into the open, the Guards were already waiting for him. Somehow appearing from behind him, he felt strong arms grasp his shoulders and despite his thrashing, they brought him to his knees. He heard the sizzling of hot metal as a crude mask was brought to his face. He kicked his leg out and caught one of the Guards in the ankle with enough force to crack it, and he attempted to jump to his feet as the pressure was released from one shoulder. This caused the red hot metal to slide across his face and neck, taking skin with it and leaving what wasn't torn off to bubble grossly. He cried out and wrenched his other arm to freedom, using the momentum caused by his sudden release as speed to get as far away from his captors in as little time as possible. This proved to be an easy enough feat as the passerby's just stared at him in wonder as he sprinted by with blood, puss, and tears streaming down his face and staining his shirt.
He ran for what seemed like hours, thinking it impossible that he was able to make it past the main gate of the city without being stopped. Then again, everyone else was probably back at the Jailhouse, trying to get a grasp on what had happened in the span of 15 minutes that resulted in an escaped prisoner and two injured guards.
It was this moment in time that Reaper decided he would find a way to become invisible, so that he might be able to do what he pleased without the chances of such an event happening again. That and the fact that his escape most likely left him as a fugitive.
Reaper was able to make his way to a new town where he holed up for the few years it took for his wounds to heal decent enough for him to venture out in public without getting hostile glances, and enough time to completely change his look to keep him hidden from his upcoming enemies, and anyone that might be trying to hunt him down for the bounty he was sure was on his head. It was here that he caught wind of the adventure of his dreams, a chance to get away and start anew. So naturally he jumped at the chance and was one of the first to hop on the boat to the Lone Shore.