Name: Eine Vonvier
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Eighteen hands and ten stone, he was cut like a climber with a lanky grace to him like a wolfs lope.
His layered armor is more akin to the doe leathers of frontiersmen, but made from monsters flesh. Wyverns wings membrane can be treated to be stronger than most expect, on par with chain-mail armor at a third the weight.
Up each arm he keeps a simple knife in a steel scabbard that is light enough to throw but strong enough to hold its own with the sheath on the forearm another layer of protection (rather than a retreating fixed blade).
The sword is a masterful piece of war. Carved more than forged, it holds a magnificent edge like damascus and bears an intimidating manner when the black blade is unsheathed. He has taken time to spread the false rumors that his sword drinks the blood of his enemies and the like since the black forest is rumored to be the home to vampires as it is. He is simply expanding on an existing lore.
Personality: Drunkard, lout, maniac. These were the easiest masks to wear around people of the same ilk in his eyes. He finds his time in cities to grate on his calm and is more at lease in the serenity of the wilderness. Be it mountains to plains, desert or ocean, he finds the real monsters to be humanity more often than the beasts his people have slain for centuries. He is studious at heart, stalking and watching people as much as places or things before drawing their appearance with a small notation to his observations.
Bio: Born in the black forests, his people were keepers of the true ironwoods. Trees who leached into the iron deposits with their roots and added the ore to their layers of bark. This made for a signature uniqueness of
black and red wood with all the strength of iron. His clan in forests are renown for their monster hunters, the way they seem to shrug off the terrifying roar of a dragon or keep on task with a dryad using all that nature gave them to change their mind. There have been no mages in the bloodline ever no matter who they were bred with to the point that some suspect their 'power' is that they have no power, a natural way about them that lets magic roll over or around them without harm or at least less damage.
Eine has no strong opinion of this fact as he focuses more on the ecology and psychology of the monsters in their world as the humans try to push the beasts back ever deeper into the woods. He spends days at a time in the wilderness trying to unravel the web of life the monsters bring to the world to better understand humans place in it. But that is to say that not all monsters appreciate the rangers presence, sadly that is when his family training comes into play to dispatch those who are unwilling to listen to reason.