A swirl of shadowy matter and there before all is Xantheon.
He is a cold and calculated man, often preferring to avoid friendly contact with people for fear of becoming at all attatched to them. He looks at everything as a job and is very difficult to read, even for the most attuned of people but despite his cold heart his is still a man of principle. . . For the most part.
Xantheon's primary weapons are his ability to dissappear into a thin black smoke and his full body length broadsword. He is littered with small throwing knives, daggers and poisons, tucked away neatly into pouches and scabards attatched to a series of belts, hidden beneath his cloak.
Xantheon has survived for millenia, working his entire existence as an Assassin when he needed funds of anykind and has seen many, many atrocities of both man and spirit alike.