=Marcus St. George=
Name: Marcus St. George
Age: 90, looks 30
Occupation: Dragon Slayer
Species: Human/Incubus
StatsHeight: 6'2
Weight: 275lbs, all muscle (he's built like a wall)
Hair: Black and long, pulled back at the nape of his neck with two long white bangs framing his face.
Eyes: ATM, gold. They change with what dragon he's killed lately.
Skin Tone: Swarthy brown, he lives on a houseboat.
SkillsLife Force Stealing: His incubus half allows him to steal life force with a touch, including magical abilities. In other words, this is how he really kills the dragons, and becomes more powerful to boot.
Swordplay: All those years gave him a lot of time to learn how to handle a blade. He knows several forms, some not even remembered because the tribe that invented them has died out.
Guns: Which don't work on dragons unless you hollow out the bullet core of an iron bullet and replace it with dragonsbane and a few other nasty surprises. This is a relatively new hobby for him, actually.
Plant Caretaking: He killed a dragon with Earth Skills, and can grow plants out of nothing anytime he wants.
Flight: He can fly by manipulating wind. Yeah, another dragon.
WeaknessesSocial Skills: He really sucks at dealing with people. Especially since they always tend to die before him. He's got no tact, doesn't form bonds very well, and gets odd glances wherever he goes thanks to glowing eyes.
Loneliness: He ain't got noooboooodddyyyy!
Incubus: His most dangerous foe is someone like him. He doesn't really know what he is, and his powers can be stolen as easily as he stole them.
Dragons: You'd be surprised how many are out to kill him.
Humanity: Dragons are more popular now. If word got out what he did, there'd be a lynch mob.
Self Indulgence: Women, booze, smokes, and poker. Nuff said.