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Name: Geoffrey Whittake
Title:[color=skyblue]"Mirrorwalker"[/color]
Age: 71
Backstory: Born with the sigil upon his palm, Geoffrey was barely ever raised by his parents. They kept him around untill he became five, then began to push him out of the door daily, locking it behind him. "Go do something!" they would shout from behind the door, and do something he would.

He'd go out, find as many books as possible, discarded, thrown out, he'd even begin to steal some at the age of twelve, but he would always go back home later on. His parents were always slow to open the door, and would attempt to get him to go back, but untill he turned 14, when he never did go back. At the age of 14, he came home, but before even hearing the voice of his parents, the people he once thought loved him so, he turned and left, to find a new place of refuge.

For the next ten years of his life he was homeless. His book stealing eventually grinded to a slower pace, as he had read what seemed to be every book findable. Of course going anywhere to purchase books wasnt possible because even if he stole the money, he'd likely be attacked for having the sigil upon his hand.

Fast forward 3 years, as the years of being alone, unlikeable due to his sigil and the eventual stop to his stealing, one of his only things to do, he eventually snapped. Walking from sidewalk to sidewalk, a man bumped into him, immediately the man turned and called him a nobrained fuck. To which Geoffrey replied by punching him in the stomach, causing them to double over and begin to gasp for air. People saw it, and one man went over to help the other. Geoff, noticing the man had come close to him, had jerked forward, slamming his hand into their face, knocking them down in a single punch. It wasn't long before everybody in the area began to sorround Geoffrey, attacking him and attempting to throw him out. Even stronger than any average man, he was unable to fight back, and he rushed away.

Despite being chased by the ones who came after him, he was an expert at fleeing from people, and slipping away, due to his long life as a thief. He easily was able to get far away from the people, though he was scattered with bruises after being mobbed by the people. Later that day, he was found by a hunter, and taken in when his Sigil was discovered. It had been many years of waiting, but it was finally time that he become apart of the group he was cursed to enter.

Aspect Of The Hunter: [color=skyblue]"Mirrorwalker" [/color]which grants you the ability to instantly travel or send messages through reflective surfaces. Your attacks and weapons mysteriously seem to ignore hide and armor. Be wary of traveling through mirrors in the darkness, you never know what else will be doing the same.

Strength: D
Vitality: C
Skill: B
Knowledge: A
Bloodlust: C
Darkness: B

Skills: 
-Can finish a 300 page book in an hour, if he's really trying
-Is, despite being old, still quite OK at the art of running the hell away.

Inventory:

-Iron Caltrops: A large bag of caltrops, used for dropping in the midst of being chased. Four spikes and made so that no matter what, one spike is facing up. Watch your feet!

Pocket Knife: A small knife for which he keeps in his boot.

A Wanderer's Honor: His all time favorite book. Contains 200 pages. Leather cover.

Rapier: A small and swift sword, to fit with his expert speed and ability. His only reliable weapon.
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