Description
Zane is of normal height, about 5'10" tall. He seems small, but is actually muscular, with little fat on him. He has shoulder-length black hair, which he keeps tied back in a not, with two small bundles of hair running down each side of his face. He is tanned, though not too dark. Normally, he wears a white shinobi cloak, and a white ring on his right index finger, his family ring. Beneath his cloak, he wore a fishnet shirt, with black pants made of light material, allowing easy maneuverability.
Personality
He is neutral around most people. He is often mistaken to be "emo," though he does not see the world as a bad place or any of that crap.
Equipment
He carries a katana on his back, and two wakizashi tucked away on his lower back, one on each side, for quick, slashing access. He does not use any Shuriken, but does use Kunai. He keeps the kunai tucked in a small pouch on his right leg. Of course, he uses his shadow manipulation as his weapon of choice.
History
Zane is an assassin. He raised himself, as he has no idea what happened to his mother. Recently, he met his father, and joined his mercenary band; the Hell Kaiser Task Force. He still considers his occupation to be an assassin, however.
So begins...
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."