Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Shifter
Class: Assassin
Role: Mercenary
Description: No one has ever seen Varanir's true identity and known it was him. He prefers to take on the form of a man with dark grey hair, green eyes and a full beard and mustache. His outfit is dark grey, almost black with light blue sashes. The sashes are imbued with a spell that helps him not be noticed by others as an extra precaution. He wears leather vambraces on each arm, both are armored. A leather belt is worn around his waist, over one of the sashes. The second sash is wrapped around the harness that his short blade is kept on. Lether boots and greaves adorn his his legs.
His true form is a man with black hair, grey-blue eyes, and a bit of scruff from traveling. In this form he is known as a nobleman and dresses as such, but nothing very extravagant. Also carries a fairly expensive sword and dagger on his person.
There are a lot of scars covering his bode, the most notable being one that runs over his left eye from his temple to his chin.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 187 lbs
Hair Color: Grey or black
Eye Color: Green or grey-blue
Weapons: Equipped with seven throwing knives, a longsword, a short blade, a dagger, and a hidden blade on his left wrist.
Skill(s)/Ability(s): Varanir is a master at bladed and hand to hand combat, training in both from a young age. He is unmatched in stealth capabilities, seeming disappear into thin air. Skilled at making poisons and tranquilizers. He is also a very good tracker. His shape shifting abilities come in quite handy with his job, allowing him to sneak into heavily guarded places.
Personality: Varanir is a calm easy going person when he is in his true form. Being a nice person in general and hard to anger. He hates acting like that. When carrying out an assassination, he acts his true self. He is generally kind, but he takes things seriously and can be a bit of a jerk. Taking easygoing when he can but not talking very much. No matter what form he is in, he never lets down his guard.
Bio: Varanir grew up an orphan. No idea who his parents were or where they were. He lived in a village in the outskirts of the country. Getting by on thieving and scrounging for loose change. The village he lived in had many orphans of different ages, they all fought each other for survival. He was one of the weaker ones, constantly bullied forced to give up his food and change.
One day when he was six years old, a drifter wandering through town saw Varanir take on three of the older kids. He manged to do some damage to one of the kids before being beaten nearly to death. The drifter took him in after seeing this. When he was healthy again the drifter told him the reason for taking him in. He was to be the drifter's apprentice. After being told he was going to be trained as an assassin he was thrown instantly into his first lesson. The man who had become his mentor was a ruthless with his training. For years he was taught the ways of the assassin. He had been given a new identity as a noble as a cover.
When he was fourteen years old he was given his first job, a test to become a full fledged assassin, the only requirement being that he had to return with his hands covered in the blood of the victim. He completed the job flawlessly. When he was seventeen, he and the drifter went their own ways. Varanir quickly became one the deadliest assassins in the land working as a mercenary assassin. By the time he was twenty, he had become the best assassin. He would contact the people that were looking to hire him, he had sources that let him know who was looking to hire and what price they were willing to pay. He used this method so no one could track him. He has taken a few jobs from the Master of Shadows.
Other: Varanir doesn't really like daylight, it's too bright for his liking, makes him feel exposed. He has a habit of tossing a throwing knife in the air and catching it. His tattoo is on his left hand.
Sample Post: Climbing up the wall of a five story building in pitch black night might have proven impossible for a lot of people, but Varanir had done this blind folded and needing to dodge traps set in the wall when training. His target was on the top floor. He had put tranquilizer in the drinks of the guards outside the targets door and some the servants. When he reached the window of the room his target was in he looked around. No one to notice him and a lake directly below.
He entered the room through the open window. His target, the daughter of the Duke, wasn't paying attention. He moved up behind her, making no noise what so ever. He placed his right hand over her mouth, startling her. With his left hand he drove the loosed wrist blade into her upper back, through the rib cage and into the heart before she could make a noise. She was dead instantly. He dragged the lifeless body over to the bed and laid the dead girl on it, closing her eyes. Suddenly there was urgent banging on the door and a woman addressing the Duke's daughter in a in a worried tone. Varanir ran and dive out the windo, flying thirty feet forward before plummeting to the water below.