I live for the hunt, embracing myself in the sweet solace of shadows.
I have a cold and callous demeanor. I am silent and have nothing to say unless it pertains to a particular job or assignment. I am a solo assassin thrilling only for the hunt of whoever my prey may be. My predatory nature allows me no jovial interaction. I know nothing but death, so that is my existence. You will not see me in the forefront of discussions. I prefer to remain in the background to observe and watch silently like the predator.
My strengths are stealth, killing, and espionage. I move silently among the masses, and am a trained machine of death.
Weakness: Without my enchanted armor I am weak to fire. I also become weak when I consume hallucinogens that are only effective on vampires to consort with my assassin sect's demi god: Mortis
A set of reinforced leather armor obtained from consorting with demons. It is very strong yet very flexible to allow for agile feats. Being an infernal creation, it is strongly resistant to fire.
Two silver daggers: One approximately half a foot in length enchanted with magic of numbing for my silent kills on humans. The second dagger is approximately a foot in length and enchanted with the magic of fire, for I am constantly hunting other supernatural creatures all known to be weak to fire including vampires, shape shifters, and werewolves alike.
The tools of the trade for assassins: Lock picking kit, tiny gas bombs for knocking out humans, vials of metal-dissolving liquid, vials of various poisons
Miniature wrist mounted catapult that can fire poisoned darts and a grappling hook
I am Neron Umbrius, former Roman slave from birth who escaped the clutches of my master only to run across an ancient sect of vampire assassins known only as "Silens Nex" in the aqueduct sewers of the city of Rome. Upon them seeing my slave brandings, they saw promise in me to be able to escape the notice and shackles of mortals. And thus, I became "embraced" into a vampire and inducted into the ranks of their silent killers. I was trained and trained and trained past the brink of insanity. All my former humanity was stripped of me and I became a cold-blooded killing machine. Trained in the arts of deception and illusion magick, I can slip past the notice even the most adept of mortals and supernaturals alike. The shadows are my sanctuary and in them I travel. I am trained to be an expert in the stealthy use of daggers, but if I have to fight for a prolonged period against a formidable foe, then my agility and speed are my strengths. There is no wall I can't climb, there is no lock I can't pick. I am a natural predator who thrills in the glorious hunt of my prey. No worldly riches or power can tempt me as I seek only the pursuit of my kill. My sect's demi god, Mortis, Lord of shadow and death can always advise me in a proper path to take when I summon him by ancient ritual. I come to the city of Arcadia seeking new jobs as a mercenary. There is no prey I won't hunt.