Race: Elf, Highborn
Age: 157
Visual Age: Mid 20s
Description
Appearance:
Hair: Bleach White
Facial Hair: Clean
Eyes: Yellow
Build: Toned
Skin Tone: Tan
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 180
Handed: Ambidextrous
Body Markings: tribal tattoo running down right side of his body.
Scar Tissue:
Unique Body Features:
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Hetero
Personality:
Curious to a fault, usually keeps to himself but is known to step out of line from time to time, he enjoys the thrills of getting into things that he isn’t supposed to be in, though he doesn’t find himself bragging to anyone. Better to have the knowledge that he could do it and not get caught by having loose lips. Other than with work, he is pretty much a common person, or so he likes to think that he is nothing special.
Virtue/Creed
I have no quarrels with you, just move and stay the hell out of my way…..
Motivation:
The dream is always the same, we are pale riders in the night carrying the swords of justice, as was done when men first put on the hoods and set the alters on fire, for all to see, and fear one more of the outsiders has been brought to justice, those who have taken our homes, and jobs, defiled our country, and our god. I know now what the dream really means. I am to prepare the way for the one who is coming. I see his face every night we share the same dream, the master told me what I have to do, he speaks to me and I know his name, he calls himself……
Mission/Goal:
To get as much information on both sides, The Union and The Rebels so that if he chooses a side he can come with enough information to change the tides of war.
To gather more information on the disappearances of people and what they are being abducted for, and to gain information on the people that have appeared in clothing that hasn’t been seen very often.
Skills:
He has basic instructions with a sword, dagger and bow. He has trained in the arts of stealth, moving silently, hiding in shadows, eavesdropping and disguising. Has a decent amount of practice in gathering information, lock picking and filching. He is decent with torture and rope use.
Weapons:
Weapon Name: The Lexicon
Weapon Type: Sword, 1-handed
Material: Unknown
Length: 36in
Weight: 4 lbs
Weapon Description/Info: Weapon that was lifted from a very prominent mage looking to get better with sword play but to have the battle end faster, imbued with fire, activated by users will. Lifting the sword unnoticed was the initiation rite into the guild.
Weapon Name: Chill rend
Weapon Type: Dagger
Material: Unknown
Length: 12in
Weight: 2lbs
Weapon Description/Info: A weapon found on a mission, nothing known about it, even when taken to an appraiser, nothing was learned, imbued with frost, activated by users will.
Affiliation: Independent, though he might take a side under the right circumstances.
Your Brief history:
Before becoming an assassin and an informant, had a simple life of a courier, running messages between nobles and towns, learned the ins and outs of the cities he traveled to, always getting what he needed to survive upon arrival, never on his own always on someone else’s coin. One of his messages he had to deliver got him caught in an assassination attempt, the noble he was delivering to had his hands in things he wasn’t supposed to be in, the guards of the town found him with the body. Framed for a murder, he suffered for it though when the day of the execution arrived, someone took out the executioner before the axe fell, he was surrounded and escorted, he didn’t really see what was going on because of the bag over his head.
He was introduced to the group, and thanked; it seemed that he was to get credit for the killing of the noble even though he hadn’t done it. He was welcomed into the guild, it didn’t have a name, it was just called the guild by its members. He stuck with the people, they saved his life, he learned their ways and became a member over time, after the initiations were complete, first initiation was to get an artifact from a mage, without being seen, the second to kill a man, used as a right of passage. The man was unknown to Artemis, and skilled, hard to kill, though he succeeded. He later found that it was the man who had killed the noble. After that he was welcomed, trained more in the art, and he went about his life, taking contracts, and running messages still, though he stuck to towns and cities that didn’t know his face. After a while work moved, and so did he, leaving connections with the guild behind, he still fed them information when they paid him, and sent contracts his way from time to time.
I'll get a pic later, having issues with it right now.