A mad-dog assassin to the highest bidder. Enjoys long walks in rivers of blood - and getting caught in the rain. He only asks to be paid in AB positive...
General Personality: A very simple individual, Amelion has an aura of despair and unhappiness around him wherever he goes. He will not openly speak to anyone without cause, and has no dealings with those seriously affiliated with any religions. He is not swayed by money or material possessions in general: only blood. With him, what you see is what you get - he does not hide anything if he does not wish to because he does not care about other people, much less what they think of him. However there is one thing to note: He does not betray or give up on anything, even the most underpaid useless job he gets.
Likes: War, killing, marauding, difficult fights, alcohol, gold, hand to hand combat, bloodshed in general, and death - be that his or his opponent's.
Dislikes: Theivery, betrayers, holy anything, government, materialists, and easy kills.
Fears: He respects many things, however the only thing he truly fears is any single individual who can best him in one-on-one combat. Hasn't happened yet.
Strengths: Very agile and skilled in his own customized martial styles, also extremely skilled with his throwing knives. Can take quite a beating along with a few heavy wounds before having to stop. He does not shy away from any task: Even if it means slaying an army with his own two hands. With respect to range, he is able to catch arrows with decent consistency so that isn't really a factor.
Weaknesses: Emotionally he does not have any flaws in battle, however due to him being a perfectly conditioned killing machine he will have no remorse and sometimes a little extra is needed out of the victim before they are beheaded - Oops, too bad. He does have numerous ones in the physical aspect, most of these attributed to the fact that he hates and will not practice magic so he has no way of defending himself from that. Also he doesn't know of anyone who has mastered catching arrows, and neither has he, so there is the small problem there. He thinks very highly of himself and his skills, so that can play to his favor or to the enemy's.
Morals: There are none. Slay anyone and anything that crosses you, be that an orphanage, a covenant of priests, or Lucifer himself.
Amelion wears a old-style executioner sallet, locked in place rather than one that pulls up. He wears nothing over his torso, save for his amulet given... well, taken off of a previous kill, along with the silver ring he wears on his right hand. He has two heavily padded leather gloves with stainless steel in the palms, around the wrist, and on the fingers for catching blades and arrows. He wears slim leather pants with padded tassets separated down the middle over them. His heavy leather boots have metal studs underneath them, for hard kicks and also for long treks. The other ring he has, the gold one, was given to him by his old order's master before he brutally murdered him. He also wears his throwing knives around his waist pointing downward for optimal access. He only has access to about fifteen knives at the most, so he is not overencumbered. Other than that, he has pockets and packs beneath his tassets that are attached, where he keeps his small supplies and money. All of his collected funds are stored in a location undisclosed to anyone but himself.
Amelion was born in a small town of people unbeknownst to the land at the time, called Slovacs. He speaks with a heavy, as you would all know, Russian accent and speaks his native language fluidly. When he was fourteen, a group of sorcering bandits raided his town for supplies and unleashed their undead disciples to clear the town of people. Amelion's family was murdered for a few silvers, and he was left for dead. A monastic order who was hiding amongst the wreckage took him in, and taught him martial styles that he mixed into one and utilized. When it was revealed that this order was supposed to be guarding the town and they didn't he killed all of them in their sleep, starting with the master - who's ring he now wears. Since then, he has drifted far and wide just killing for money, and being all that he can be - a cold-blooded killer. The namesake "Obelisk" comes from the name of his town because his mentor called him "Little Obelisk" until he grew, and the name stuck (minus the "little")