Imre Apátlan: The Killer, The Reaver, Bodyguard of Larmes.
Nicknames: The Shadow, The Gasping Death, and The Alchemist.
Imre is a foundling who has clawed his way from the streets to the position of a raid leader. He is vicious, cunning, and brutal, sowing terror to weaken the resolve of his foes. He is tasked with Scouting and maintaining the Camp. A self-trained alchemist, archer, and wielder of recipes of potions, even the Alchemist Guilds of Dophia have not stooped to developing. He is marked as a heretic, a monster, a creature the Gods would love to be found lashed to the wheel of some shipwreck. Imre maintains roughly 20 armed fighting men, the most brutal, vicious, and cunning under the command of Adalwolf.
Imre is built like some predatory cat, almost svelte, with lean muscle all built for brutal, sudden death. He has violent red hair, which casts his almost clear blue eyes in a red tint. Skin pale from chemical exposures and marred with burns and scars carries the last histories of a dead clan. He wears black oiled robes split down the middle to allow better leg movement, a thick gambeson, and a breastplate. He carries a bow, one with strange wheels, and of an unknown material that is said to have come from a distant land beyond the velum. He wears an Axandrian Raid Leader Cloak composed of patches of dresses, those he has slain or whose husbands he has bested. He flaunts it as a symbol of what he will do to those who defy him.
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