Name Pronunciation: Hey-meer Ev-in-doll.

Rough Age: 155 - 175.

Race: Elvari.

Profession: Former First Inquisitor of the Ordo Protectus; currently none.

Cautious and prepared, two words that best define the armored figure passing by. This statement is given further weight by the way he constantly looks over his shoulder or quickly twists to make even the slightest observation; he seems paranoid. There's no easy way to describe the veritable arsenal upon him, but the words 'extensive' and 'varied' come to mind. Equipped with various weapons, tools, trinkets, vials, and other odds and ends, this man seems prepared for war. Dimly glowing, golden eyes peek beyond the slit of a complex, heavily modified helmet, putting the world under his intensive scrutiny and cold judgement. A series of crossed tubes loop around and underneath his breastplate, with one main, larger one fitting just underneath the bottom line of his helmet, presumably attached to some unseen outlet within. The device appears to be quite advanced when compared to most medieval technology, and though it malfunctions from time to time, a slight adjustment or flick of a switch tends to fix the issue. Those with sharp eyes may notice the thin layer of film over each air hole, designed as if to filter or obscure something that would leave its confines.

Despite the apprehension with which Haemir regards those around him, there's an undeniable confidence displayed with each step he takes, reinforcing that firm belief in his own particular set of talents. Yet much of his experience did not come without a cost, that being the obvious prejudice that taints his outlook of the plane and the races that inhabit it. The inquisitor is not a man blessed with much tolerance, and his hatred of exotic or planar species goes far beyond things that are considered evil. Whether draconic, angelic, or otherwise, he seems to harbor a sort of resentment toward anything too far removed from the norm, and he spends much of his time secretly policing those who seem even just the slightest bit suspect. Many would view this trait as entirely negative, though they too are completely blind to the corruption that suffocates their surroundings, bleeding the last bit of goodness from a nearly tapped corpse. Haemir does not discriminate for his own pleasure or for some misguided slight of his past, he merely watches the creatures around him with a clarity others refuse to accept; it enables the inquisitor to hold any and all beings accountable for the crimes of the majority, to which they usually belong. Protecting others from their own misguided beliefs, he knows all too well that the road to oblivion is oft paved with noble intentions. Good men cannot enact necessary change so long as their ethical or moral compass casts the shadow of restraint over their vision. If there's one such man that will make the choices others will not, it's Haemir.
 
Laying claim to a steel will and fiery determination, Haemir is a dangerous man to cross, as his investigative tendencies can lead to obsession if his suspicions are triggered by even the slightest misstep. Worse yet, he can be stubborn and unreasonable at times, lending additional frustration to any attempts to persuade him from his desired course of action.

Though his mentality is that of an older man, make no mistake, Haemir is still quite youthful, as his heritage imparts upon him the famed elven immortality. Sadly, there's something dreadfully wrong with the man, and it isn't uncommon to see him overcome by coughing fits every now and again, some of which sound and appear quite painful. Whether out of pride or ignorance, he tends to put his health aside, focusing instead on the matters at hand with little regard for himself.

Any who happen to gaze upon his unmasked visage are immediately met with a ruggedly attractive, if somewhat worn-looking face. Silvery hair, golden eyes, and soft, almost delicate facial features define a man touched by some manner of exotic bloodline. Both ears are very slightly pointed at the tip, which announces his elven heritage whilst his facial hair and physical form speak of his connection to humanity. His body has undergone rigorous physical training and conditioning, lending him appropriate definition granted by noticeable muscle, though proportionate to his frame. Were it not for the distant blood of celestials in his lineage, perhaps we would be treated to an underwhelming physical specimen. Overall, the inquisitor could be summed up as handsome, though the toll taken upon him by his profession is evident.

There's more to the good inquisitor then meets the eye. Question is, who will uncover the greatest secret he possesses?