Name: Madawc Trellnik

Race: Human (demonically infested)

Age: 32

Bio: Madawc was once a normal man who served in the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, it didn't take that long for him to be involved in battle. A field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Having taken an arrow's hit thought to be lethal, some strange, incorporeal entity intruded him. It was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds so he could get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to it, and as the demon didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking, they were able to live on together and merge slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time.
There are quite a few organizations that would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is.

Personality: To call him evil would be evil, to call him harmless would be foolish. He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. However he knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand against lone scouts and attackers. It would not be for the first time for him to crush someone. There's no reason to hide in the wilderness all the time - one can make preparations, disguise oneself and have a watchful eye for one's environment.

Appearance: Madawc is of average height, but he has very broad shoulders, a prominent breast and thick arms and legs, indicating a lot of muscle. Who looks more closely when he's sitting will notice that he has some belly fat, too, but that doesn't seem to bother him. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of very small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and of a medium length. The eyes are gray.

Skills: From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past, nor is he very agile. However that hammer in his hands can still cause havoc if the enemy isn't careful or doesn't have the option of taking evasive actions for whatever reason. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared. Repeated hits will cause hyperthermia and even more prolonged exposure can be lethal by itself. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a bit of a survivalist.

Equipment: Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet. He has two horses (snatched away from a war theatre, too), both not of very good quality so he has to switch between them from time to time in order to spread the burden.