Race: Revenant
Age//Age App.: Age/500 Age Appearance/24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Status: Not Looking
Personality: A winter storm in the most northern reaches of the world is warmer then Ren's heart. Once a man like any other his death and subsequent revival have left him cold and unfeeling although the nature of his revival has made him a determined and unrelenting person. Even in the company of others this hollow spirit of a man walks alone uncaring of the world around him. He exists as a singularity and all that matters is the goal he has been tasked with.
Bio: Ren was born roughly 476 years ago in a time when swords and Kings still ruled, where cloak and dagger meant something. The child of assassins who served a dark order under the cruel eyes of priests who worshiped the evil in men's hearts. And as such he was from his first step a assassin, a master of death and a servant of fate's chaotic avatar. The shadows became his home and his weapons his only friends. Success was treated with rewards and rising in the ranks of the dark order, failures with pain and torture.
And thus he was shaped into one of the finest dealers of death, an assassin who's actions were clear for even a blind old woman to see. But who's name and even identity was anyone's guess. Kingdoms destroyed in a single thrust of his blades, History forever changed in the wake of his silent blood stained footfalls and thus he earned the highest honor bestowed by the dark order. A cloak stained with the blood of his kills, a shade of sanguine that would forever rule his destiny.
But even a master of death can not evade it forever and Ren was no exception to this rule as old as time.A castle surrounded by a river choked with the bodies of soldiers foolish enough to lay siege to it. Parapets lined with cruel eyed sentinels armed with crimson stained steel, courtyards patrolled by knights clad in the finest steel money could buy. Ruled by a man who's enemies were as numerous as grains of sand in the desert and whose greed knew no limit. River,Sentinels,Knight all passed with an ease born of training and a life time of murder from the shadows. But such things were not the true test, no that lay in the Castle's Lord himself. Call it fate or a trap but the Lord had been waiting for Ren and instead of a swift dagger in the back and a mission done the assassin met only his death that day. Ground littered with corpses and his own spilled blood Ren's last image as a living man was the sneer of the Castle's lord.
Death however was not an escape but only a beginning to the nightmare Ren would live. The cruel eyed priests of the dark order knew ancient secrets long forgotten and whispered them as Ren fell to the blades of mortal combat. And from Death's grasp the assassin was taken from and a life as a spirit bound to the will of the priests began. A immortal spirit feels no pain, no emotion and thus is the prefect killer. Skilled he had been in life Ren's last vestiges of humanity died when his moral shell had. 476 years went by as a servant to the order he followed in life and history was shaped as always by his assassin's skills. Chaos and Evil were sowed as always by his blades, And a order of sorts was created by his actions for an empty world holds no appeal even for a order that killed for money and power.
And thus Ren a spirit brought back by arts dark and horrible is summoned by the sworn enemy of his order, The Goddess Oribelle. But strange times make for strange allies and the priests of this ancient order desire only power for themselves not servitude to a divine being even if they share common interests. Hecate they believe will not tolerate such ambitions in mortals.
Likes//Dislikes: As a Revenant the assassin has no desire or perhaps no ability to entertain such ideals as likes and dislikes.
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Description: His eyes at times glow with a fell red light especially during times of combat. Otherwise they hold the knowledge of what lays beyond this world for a man bound by blood and death.
Extra: His only possession that seems to hold any personal value is a gold charm shaped like a demon's eye run through with a dagger. It was given to him by his mother shortly before her death when Ren was 15. One time it meant a great deal now it is merely jewelry hidden underneath his blood stained armor.