Name: Mark "dm" reinheart<br/>Age: 500 years, appears in early 20's<br/>height: 6 foot 7<br/>Appearence: slightly muscular, long black hair, large black cloak. carries around black cane<br/>Mental attributes: intelligent, charismatic, intiminating as well, gentlemen like<br/><br/>Mark or "DM" or whatever the people called him, left in the desert to die from a new attack. Basically, leaving him to die in the middle of the desert, as his weakness to intense light, he struggled to find little bits of shelter. luckly, his black cloak protected him, but some of his body was exposed, reveiling a gentle hiss and burn marks on him. "damn...need to get out..." He wandered as he used his staff to help him along. the only reason he is alive is because of the cloak, otherwise he would be a dry husk. "500 years i live...and they still want me dead...so be it..." with his face covered and his eyes sheilded, he crept near a cactus and sat in what little shade it gave "i need help..."