Name: Maximillian Thermidor; however, those below him in the organisation refer to him as 'Master' or by his title 'Lord Assassin', with only his very few personal friends (most notably, the two Mentors) permitted to call him by name.
Age: 42; due to spending most of his life at night or in the northern reaches of the world, however, he appears to be in his late twenties or early thirties, the only hint to his actual age the slightly angular, slightly gaunt features of his face and the greyness of his hair.
Body Type: Quite broad-shouldered and strong, and extremely tall for his time, standing an imposing 6'5", towering above his fellow assassins and casting an imposing shadow over those who dare to fail him.
Heritage: Claims to have been trained by the Holy Order of the Teutonic Knights in Prussia, but his true heritage is completely unknown; he speaks with an ever-so-slight Germanic accent, however, supporting this theory somewhat.
Position: Possesses the title 'Lord Assassin', and is master of the Assassin's Order
Personality: Cold, charismatic, and terrifyingly ruthless. He speaks very philosophically, making heavy use of metaphor; his thought processes are almost impossible to determine. He is a veritable military genius, and a master of manipulating people; he is a great student of history, and frequently speaks of it. He is extraordinarily intelligent, and is almost impossible to surprise; it is not unheard of for an enemy commander to come up with a genius plan to surprise Maximillian, only to find their troops set upon by concealed Assassins who had been lying in wait for them. He is completely merciless to his enemies, and does not tolerate failure in the slightest from those under him. While perfectly capable of executing an Assassin for failure without any form of remorse, he does care for some of his comrades, usually those who he has worked with for a long time. However, there are hints occasionally that the cold, distant façade is beginning to crack; his gaunt face and dark grey eyes tell of many years spent on the battlefield, thousands of horrors witnessed and endured and perpetrated - and as they finally begin to take their toll on him, some in the order begin to wonder if they may not be better off with a new leader...
Skills: His greatest ability comes in the form of his mind; he is astoundingly intelligent, able to easily manipulate and outwit more or less any human being on Earth.
Weapons: He favours a long, one-handed arming sword; despite its apparent weight, he is able to move it with lightning speed, an elegant, dance-like fighting style being his signature. He also carries a pair of heavy-bladed, wickedly-curved combat knives; in a stark contrast to his usual, refined fighting style, he acts brutally with them, slamming them through flesh and bone, cracking through skulls and hacking off limbs. His most notable weapon, however, is not a weapon as such; rather, it is a brown-feathered hunting falcon. He is never seen without this falcon; it stands watch by his bedside when he sleeps, and sits on his shoulder when he is awake, almost as though an additional limb. Rather unnervingly, the occasional prisoner will turn up after interrogation bearing horrible wounds and gouged-out eyes, with a brown feather or two stuck in his hair...
Preferred Combat Style: Favours a graceful, refined, noble fighting style when using his sword; despite the fact that it possesses quite a heavy blade, he can move it surprisingly quickly. In stark contrast to this, however, is his manner when he believes that things are getting serious - he becomes cold and pragmatic, making extensive use of grappling and knives, abusing his weapon's heavy blade to cleave through limbs. It should be noted, however, that he rarely fights; as he is unable to go out in daylight and his physical prowess begins to fade with age, he instead retires himself. His fighting ability should not be underestimated, however; he will often observe his assassins from afar to gauge their performance, defending himself when necessary and even saving them if he is feeling charitable. And when particularly important missions come up, he is known to pull together the most deadly assassins in the order and lead them into battle personally; his sharp, angular combat gear is a sight feared among those who know of the order, as when he appears upon the battlefield, his personal angels of death are not far behind...
Weaknesses: While he is an astoundingly skilled swordsman, his bones appear to be slightly fatigued; he has been known to injure himself while fighting, and as his body ages, his combat skills fade. He is also hardly the most competent of the assassins in battle; his true skill is planning behind a desk or overlooking the field of battle. Also possesses a physical condition that leads to extreme heat fatigue and sunburn; consequently, he operates solely at night, working at his desk or sleeping during the day. He can only go out during the day when it is heavily overcast and cold, and even then, must wear his heavy assassin's cloak that covers nearly every inch of his skin.
Fears: Falling in love with someone; his mental discipline is great, but he knows that developing an emotional attachment to anyone could cause his whole Order, the Order that he has spent so long creating, to collapse in the space of an instant.