'Ga1ahad and Scientific Witchery'

Name: Ga1ahad (Pronounced as Galahad). Age: 43 Gender: Male Height: 6,1 feet tall / 186 Cm. Race: Human Body type: Strong, Lean Muscular. Personality: Stern, strongwill, no-nonsense attitude, strategic, determined to see every goal to it's end, sees his age catching up to him, wrathful. Extras: Makes sure to puncture the heart of any kill he makes; actually a pretty good cook History: Ga1ahad was born in the far Eastern parts of his country, where he lived as an only child to a independent family rooted deep in tradition and nature. His father, a retired knight, was determined to have him follow into his steps and he became his personal and only mentor. From a young age, he trained, he fought, he endured and grew... All with the goal to defeat the beings that plagued his country, Witches, beings of pure deceit and malice that only wished for destruction and amusement for themselves; at the age of 20 years old, he married a young woman named Elise, a friend of his he had came to love... Ga1ahad still had his training rooted deep within him, he kept practicing every day, every test dummy he would slay down with his sword and every day pushing himself farther.. at the age of 21 it was time for him to be registered into the kingdom's official knight index, to be able to hunt and eliminate the vile creatures that roamed over this earth and brought blood to every piece of land they came across.. as he came back from the kingdom's capital, back to his village... Utter despair washed over his features as he gazed over the flaming houses, the bloodied corpses thrown over the grass.. Elise, impaled on a stake shot into the ground, her eyes a glossy white as blood flowed down her dress... His mother's corpse burning inside a pile of other flaming corpses, and high in the sky... Floated two witches, one holding his father, spear punctured through his heart as the sword he gripped so tightly fell out of his hands and landed among the rubble... His father's corpse falling down with a wet thud right in front of his feet. He couldn't do anything, couldn't have done anything, as the witches only shot him a quick smirk.. and flew away into the clouds... The last thing he remembered, was screaming at the sky while holding his father's corpse. From that day on... He fixated his life on hunting down the two witches who pillaged his village, and destroy any that tried to get in his way. No matter what. Appearance: Hair: Medium length, falls over his shoulders, pretty messy, parted bangs. Hair color: jet black Skin: Ashy light skin tone. Face: Wrinkled, shows his age, handful of cuts and bruises on his cheeks, sharp jawline. Eyes: sharp Eye color: Golden Yellow Weapon of choice: Sword Armor: A Comfortable mix between sturdiness and agility; Copper as it's main metal; Brown-light brown-dark brown color pallet; has a light brown hood.