Entree: Mike Paulson

Character Name: The Collector

Items Worn:

-Hat
-Long Leather Coat
-Light Leather Gloves
-Dark Pants
-Tall Boots

Items worn/held:

-Knife in Sheath
-Blindfold

The Collector stood on a hill, overlooking the village of his next visit. It was late, and the moon was hidden by dark clouds overhead. The brim of his hat was pulled low, covering his eyes. His long leather coat, worn and dirty from years of service, hid his form from any townspeople that might glance his way. Light leather gloves were wrapped tight around his hands, eager for action. Dark pants concealed the tools of his trade in their many pockets, and tall boots were buckled tight around them. Under his coat were the things the Collector valued most: a few small books, pouches thick with dust, and several thin glass vials, empty as of yet.

At his side was the one thing people feared most about him. Not longer than six inches, a knife was tucked away in its sheath, decorated with the symbols of an ancient and forgotten language. It was with this small knife that the Collector would obtain what he had come for. The men of this evil town would not be the same after tonight.

He slowly reached up and drew his hat back to reveal the eyes no man had seen. Green and brilliant, they pierced the cold night air with their sorrow. The Collector reached into his right coat pocket and pulled out a dark blindfold. He covered his eyes with it and tied it at the back, as he had done so many nights before. He wouldn't corrupt his eyes with what he was about to do.

The village was quiet. The men would be fast asleep now, dreaming of whatever their evil minds would imagine. With one final breath, the Collector set off down the hill.

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