[b]"Foul magic tried to slay me. It only released me. Mages who serve no master beware. For I am Death. I am Vengeance."[/b]

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6ft 3in. 

Name: Logen 

Age: 55

Gender: Male

Personality: I am well aware that I sound like a hypocrite. Preaching the restraint of mages and the slaying of those who refuse to be restrained, while I myself use magic. But it is a different type of magic. Mage magic comes from the darkest places on the earth, given to them so they can disrupt the balance, and ruin the balance the Goddess has created. My magic was granted to me by the Goddess, the day she let me survive the destruction of Zalcan, and I use it to bring her will to bear. I am generous to my friends, merciless to my enemies. Kind to all but the unrestrained mage, I will not suffer anyone to do harm or wrong in my presence. They will learn to be just, or they will learn to fight well.

Role/Title: I was a holy warrior of a Zalcan, an island nation far to the north. There, like these foolish southern nations, we let magic run uncontrolled. We  let those who wielded it run free. My holy sect of the Goddess, called ungodly radicals by some, wished to control them. We pushed, constantly, for their powers to be leashed or their lives to be ended. No one listened. To prepare for the inevitable conflict between mages and non mages my sect had holy warriors, the closest equivalent being Paladins in the southern nations. My armor naturally resists magic, and my sword naturally slices through it. Such are my holy enchantments. I have been trained for all my life to be one thing: a mage hunter. Trained to be lethal in combat, fearless against mages and all their creations, and ruthless in the judgement of the Goddess upon those mages who refuse to serve.

However, the mages have left their mark upon me as well. When they destroyed Zalcan, they failed to kill me. I am trapped in my armor. Aging has ceased, as have most bodily functions. I no longer need to eat or sleep. I am still quite mortal, and able to be wounded and killed. But when they trapped me in my armor, they also gave me some of their foul magic. I can now fight fire with fire, as much as it disgusts me to use it. The earth itself obeys my commands, in a 10 yard radius. Shields, swords, boulders, they are all mine to make and send at my enemies.

History: My life has always been that of a mage hunter. I was given to their organization at birth, and I was raised for one purpose. When the time came, I would help control the mages, and hunt down those who do not wish to accept the Goddess's decree. The training was brutal, much like my life was after it would be over. The mages I would hunt down would show no mercy, thus my instructors could not. I watched over half of my peers die during the years my training took place. By the end of it, I was physically, emotionally, and mentally hardened for whatever the mages could throw at me I was given my armor and my sword, and I was formally inducted into the service of the Goddess as a Mage Hunter. That was..roughly thirty years ago. 

Over that time, I hunted mages all over Zalcan. I lead assaults on their strongholds, desperate defenses against their attacks, and fought in vicious duels against them. I fought them in ruins and tunnels, forests and mountains, deserts and cities. My life was a constant war, a constant vigilance, against them. None of it was public, you must understand. The majority of Zalcan's population and government were cowards, thinking that if you let mages run unchecked everything would be fine. My organization, the mage hunters, operated in secret. We were branded murderers and agents of evil by our country men. But we remained vigilant. It was for their own good, that they never know about the bulwark against the mages that was my sect. But my vigilance failed me when it most counted. My entire order's vigilance failed them. We failed to notice that there was a large gathering of mages in time. By the time we found out, it was too late. They were too many. As every Mage Hunter of my order that could be alerted in time assaulted their fortress they prepared their spell. Most of that time is a blur of combat and death for me, but one part sticks out. Two mages cast spells on me, one I'm sure trapped me in my armor, but I cannot be certain. Another sealed me in the earth. We were too late anyways. The mages released their spell, annihilating almost everything living in it's path. If any of the mages were still alive, they would claim they were trying to help Zalcan. Controllable weather, no more natural disasters. They would also claim my sealing spell and being trapped in the earth helped not only save my life, but gave me my unholy powers. They would be lying. They were trying to take over Zalcan, and the Goddess gave me my unholy powers to fight back against the mage scourge. Nothing more, nothing less.

Zalcan was destroyed. It is nothing more than an ashen wasteland. An entire civilization, and all it's people, gone. I am the only survivor, by the grace of the Goddess. It is clear she has one mission for me. To spend my days hunting down rogue mages and ensuring that what happened to Zalcan never happens again. Ever since the destruction of Zalcan, I have been wandering the Southern nations, bringing the foul creations of mages and the mages themselves to justice. And what beyond magic could this epidemic of monsters be?