Echeus

Name: Echeus

Affiliation: The old world

Height: 6’ 1’’

Weight: 20 stone

Race: Human, Spartoi warrior

Sewn from a dragons tooth, Echeus sprang from the ground fully formed and ready for battle, only to find there wasn’t one. He was alone and found himself without orders, people or even a city nearby. Who or what set him in motion is still a mystery to him.
Since then he’s been wandering the world, looking for purpose, helping wherever he can. His equipment while as ancient as him still holding ground in the modern world.
Powers: Despite his supernatural creation, Echeus is through and through very much human. He has no magic or otherworldly abilities to speak of. He looks like a human – save for the silvery scale like “birthmark” crossing his face, feels like a human, ages like one and one day will die like one. Formed in his prime his only hope is he dies for something worth dying for.

Equipment: A great sword of bone grown from the same tooth he was. As sharp as any steel without having to worry about maintaining it. If broken, chipped or cracked it can be regrown by being left soaking overnight in blood. Any blood. He also has a dagger made of the same material.
The clothing he wears is also dragonskin, tougher than usual leather armours and almost as strong as some steel plate. Its real strength lies in the innate magic resistance granted to the wearer. Nothing but the highest level of sorcery can even hope to break through such a barrier. This is part of the reason Echeus has a reputation as a mage killer.

Personality: Very much old fashioned, caught up in the ways of honour, respect and glory in battle. While born, created and living in this age his roots are from much older times, which his soul tugs at him to do things a different way than most.