Jon was akin to a predator his skin as pale as a death and eyes that burned with primal fury encased in a magnificent suit of blood red plate encrusted with images of death and slaughter all his fastenings were gilded and the, steel was burnished to such a high sheen that it shone like fire in the light of the rising sun his rondels resembled the face of a monstrous bat wrought of steel and silver, all his fastenings were silvered. A skirt of lobstered metal covered him from waist to midthigh, while a solid gorget encircles his throat. While large couter's shaped to resemble screaming faces protected his elbow and arm these were also gilded. when traveling he wears a cloak of fine red silk that looks akin to cascading blood fastened by a fine brooch fashioned from a piece of obsidian carved into the likeness of a flayed man a gift from dear Ramsey. His shield is massive oak-and-iron bearing his personal sigil the flayed man quartered with a great black bat on a field of red. His helm is equally splendid wrought of fine blood red steel bat wings sprouted from the temples of his helm. Jon also owns a mighty spear, an ancient artefact taken as wergild from the Andal warlords. It was crafted from the blackened wood on the great waste of asshai inlaid with gold; its head was jagged and cruel causing grievous wounds to any it struck. Jon wielded this spear as if it were but a sword, skewering his enemies and throwing them to the ground with contemptuous ease. Finally came his sword sheathe and belt both fashioned from the finest lambskin of the free cities the belt itself was studded with rubies and heavy steel rings while the sheathe was wrapped in bands of glittering silver. in lieu of a horse Jon used his necromantic abilities to ride a mighty terrorgheist of prodigious size the beast gives off a blood thirsty aura driving lesser men mad it is a nightmare made real. Guided by its master's will, the monstrosity creaks through the clouds above the battlefield on blotch-skinned pinions, its rotten flesh and withered organs open to the night air. It is the deathly shriek of an unliving Terrorgheist that is perhaps its most fearsome aspect. As the magics of undeath are worked upon the beast, its cry is transformed from a simple but shockingly loud noise into a barrage of eldritch power. Some say the Terrorgheist's shriek is nothing less than the screams of the damned, His blade was a fell weapon inscribed with dark runes, chased with precious metals, and fashioned in the likeness of evil beasts When this sword draws blood, the life force of the victim is used to revitalize the blade's master.