Description
Name: Reap Castion.
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Class: Mercenary, Assassin.
Physical Description: 
(First is Reap unmasked)
Skinny and light, Reap uses semi-lose pitch black robes with crimson red markings down the legs. The outfit is designed for speed rather than protection. his hood and mask disguise the features of his face from the public however his lightning blue eyes are always apparent. His only other notable feature is the rather large, crescent shaped burn scar covering his upper left torso, the scar is the result of a magical burn left by a Dragonborn a few years ago. Occasionally the scar will glow a faint white, reminding Reap of the Dragonborn's glowing white eyes.
Personality
Quite with a taste for dark humor Reap rarely trusts anyone. He is cold blooded and emotionless, often focused on doing nothing but the job at hand and getting paid. He doesn't ask questions, and he doesn't make the same mistake twice. To double cross him is to bring on a vengeful wrath that puts hell to shame. Despite all of that he is indeed a man of honor, and will not break a deal once struck. He bears a burning hatred for all Lizardfolk and seeks to eradicate their breed from this world.
Equipment
[IN EQUIPMENT]
Beginning Armor: Light black tunic enchanted for magical defense and designed for speed and maneuverability.
Beginning Weapon(s): Steel Katana which Reap uses when things get to close or personal, poison laced needles, and a double bladed Chain whip designed to Reap's custom requests in a dwarven forge. Rumor has it the weapon, sharp as the day it was made, cost a small fortune.
Fighting Style Reap combines the use of sword and bladed whip in a self designed unpredictable style he calls Doquinta built around speed and catching his opponent off guard. It is most useful against bigger, slower foes, making it easy to disarm and counter attack.
Favored Weapon: Double bladed chain whip (See pic) it is to him the most valuable thing he owns, having a multitude of uses from serving as a grappling hook, to a way to bind his foes and much more.
Other: he carries vials of many different types of venom and poison. He is also trained in the use of pressure points as a means of torture, and an expert at using stealth.
History
[IN HISTORY]
Born into 'The Dark Sun Dojo' An elite Martial academy that was famed to train the best martial artists regardless of Race, Reap was trained in the art of ninjutsu and martial arts from the moment he could walk. When he reached thirteen he was the dojo's greatest pupil, greater than even the older trainees. He never ceased training, never let his emotions delay him from his lessons and constantly strived to improve. Upon the day he was too graduate, at the age sixteen, the Dojo was attacked by an tribe of lizard folk. The tribe had one goal, to end the Dojo once and for all, and thus end the three century long rivalry they had been engaged in. The warriors fought hard, but the foe had numbers on their side. In the end the Dojo was overrun and burned to the ground, Reap would have joined his brothers in death if a Drow hadn't saved him.
The Drow it turned out, owed a favor to the master of the Dojo, and when it saw the Dojo burning came to help as much as it could. Since it arrived too late it would repay its favor by aiding the last member of the Dark Sun clan in anyway it could. For Reap this meant being taken to the UnderDark, where he would live for many years learning from the best. A task make considerably harder by the fact that he was an outsider, and frowned upon by many of the Drow. Through hard work, and unending dedication he slowly became more acceptable in the Underdark, by the young age of nineteen Reap had been fully trained in the art of silent killing by the Drow, a feat that was incredibly hard because the Drow normally trained for twenty to thirty years. and excepted as one of them. The first outsider to do so. He would accept and pass the trial test by performing his first Assassination, killing the lizard "Tahjmet" A lizard folk who ruled a nearby group of raiders. Still harboring a burning hatred for his sworn enemies, the only surviving Dark Sun clansmen performed the job mercilessly, and a steel Katana and lightning blue eyes were the lizards last sight.
Upon returning to the Underdark he was taken in as a brother. Yet he left shortly after, seeking to finally see what life was like when it was not consumed by training. His first year as an Assassin was extremely difficult, he was so young and fresh that few would hire him. They preferred Older Assassins with more experience. Finally Reap took matters into his own hands, he began hunting down the more veteran assassins and killing them. This gained him a quick reputation, and then his carrier truly began. Over the next few years of his life Reap would kill his way to being one of the worlds best and youngest assassins, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He obtained aliases such as 'The Shade', 'The Dark Blade', 'The Reaper', and amongst the Lizard folk he was called "The black death" and was considered a legendary adversary to be killed on sight. Identifiable by the crescent burn mark on his chest.
When the war broke out he had been one of many elite assassins hired by The Elven Lady Elbereth herself with specific orders to infiltrate the opposing army and kill Lord Garrett's most powerful commanders and generals. In secret the Lady gave Reap alone one other task, one worth a quarter of the palace's treasury, to Assassinate Lord Garrett himself. Reap accepted both tasks, and now performs one while waiting for the perfect opportunity to execute the other. His true loyalties however are a mystery to even himself, and on the road of war many things can change.
So begins...
The tent's entrance flaps open again as Lucifer wonders in to be greeted with the site of everyone standing around in waiting. He's changed his shirt to a light blue cotton one. He's rolled his sleeves up with a fork in one hand, bowl of something hot in the other. The speared pasta parcel on the fork hovers just before his mouth before being placed back into the bowl.
"Ah! Now, yeh see. If I'd known, I'd have made enough fer everyone." He says as he scans the room.
It sure was a rainbow of race here in this tent. An orc, a human, a nagi, a halfling and...ah! He spotted Reap skulking near the back. He trots over to the quiet soul, pasta finally making it's way to mouth. He stabs another in the tin bowl, lifting it out of the tomato sauce.
"Hello. I wasn't sure I'd be seein' you again. I mean I said I'd cook yeh something good but me and this orc over the way from me kinda polished most of it off." He said, jabbing the pasta at Reap in an accusatory way. That too was snatched off the fork by Lucifer. He chews thoughtfully.
"You any idea what we're meant to be doing here?" He said after swallowing.
Lucifer had fallen oddly quiet during the briefing. It's something he knew he had to do: listen. Reserved for only the most important of things. Usually delegated to everyone within earshot of himself.
Truth be told, he'd have thought the reason the contents of the tent was multicultural and racially diverse would have been obvious as it's too much work to try and fill an armies' ranks with just one race. They rarely stay put in one easy to find location, preferring to mix with everyone else. Why? Better odds for selling stuff. Racism is bad for trade. It's also bad for armies. You can cover one races weaknesses with another and vice versa. Stronger united and all that sort of thing.
As their orders were told, Lucifer turns to Reap.
"Right, well. That's that." People were beginning to file out of the tent, mumbling to each other and greeting their new commanding officer. "I ain't going anywhere till I've given you a good meal. Yeh must be starvin' by this point. Follow me and I'll see if I still got some o' that chicken somewhere. Come on." Lucifer begins to follow the line out of the tent, beckoning Reap to follow him. As he walks out, he spots his new Captain as he walks out.
Seems as terrifying as a fox cub...
As he knocks the tent flap out of the way, he cups his hands around his mouth.
"Anyone hungry? I'm thinkin' of putting on a good broth! Should be plenty to go around!" He shouts at the dispersing men and women. Why not? He might get to learn a few more names. "Follow me!"
He starts to wonder back to his tent, debating whether he had any noodles left in his supplies.
