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Darrow Faetoris

"I am a reaper, and death? my shadow."[WIP]

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a character in “The Knights of Artorias”, as played by Revali

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"It's my job to be forgetable—not that I really mind. It's best not to be memorable in my line of work."
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General Information

Darrow Adamar Faetoris

He doesn't really have one, though his sister calls him Old Man--Grýphōn is his code name.

Male

37

½ Human ½ Dökkálfar

Member of the Nightshades

Jet Black
Pale Blue
Lightly tanned
5'11"
179 lbs.
Roped and Sinewy
He has no immediate visible scars. Most of the scars he's acquired are hidden beneath armor or tunics. He's rather embarrassed of them, to say the least.


Physical Description
It's pretty obvious, at first glance, that Darrow isn't quite human. The shape of his eyes, to the way his grin just seems to stretch a little further across his face--all of this points at some other heritage. And perhaps it is the dökkálfar blood that runs through him that gives him that lean appearance, however; that's as far as the heritage runs in him. Other than the shape of his ears, Darrow carries himself in a way that speaks of an expert shadow. He makes himself seem insignificant in any given location, which might seem hard to do given his stature. It's taken him years to learn how to do that, but he's managed. He's light in his steps, calculative with his movements, and very hyper aware of his surroundings. He has to be, given his profession. He mostly dresses in armors that are light and flexible, but he can be comfortable in just about anything.

Darrow is an assassin—as such, he is built like one, smooth, sleek, and corded muscle where it should be. Which is to say he appears lean, but is much stronger than he seems. He needs to keep up the facade of someone humble and unnoticeable, which is already difficult to do with his dökkálfar heritage. While he didn't inherit his mother's skin, he did inherit her ears—as such, many people often take note of his appearance. He's not vain, though he does have a certain pleasing aesthetic about himself. His time with the Guild has taught him how to use this to his advantage, though, and he does. Even so, he still carries the scars of his profession, ones that are hidden beneath the furs and tunics he clothes himself with. He's not particularly proud of his scars, and is fairly sensitive to them. He refuses to allow anyone to see them.

His hair is a very peculiar shade of black, and seems to resemble a moonless night. There is no light, no reflection even in sunlight; just darkness that cascades down his back to his waist. It's a shade inherited from his mother, and perhaps the only thing that reminds him of her. He doesn't do much with it when he's not on a contract, and prefers to leave it down to its own accord. He will, however, braid it down or tie it back when he is on contract. He can't have it in his eye sight or distracting him in any way or form. He refuses to cut it, though, even if the other members of the guild have suggested it. It is, perhaps, the only part of him that he thoroughly takes care of.

His eyes are piercing, but there is a sort of benign joviality to them—something that seems at once harmless, yet dangerous if not cautious. The shade is a pale blue, almost the same as one might find on a periwinkle flower. There are some hints of a silver shade, but it's so light that it can be easy to miss. The way his eyes narrow just slightly gives the impression of someone cunning, someone who is used to doing things that others wouldn't find quite as easy to stomach. And while this is true for the most part, there is something almost enigmatic about them. It is the one trait he shares with his half-sister. He's not as expressive as some of his fellows, despite his rather simple appearance. Since his profession requires a sort of flexibility, Darrow's skin is lightly tanned due to his travels across Sevaecia. He's often mistaken for a ljósálfar because of it.
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x Proficiency
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STR x. ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊ AAACON x▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊
DEX .x.▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊ AAAWIL x.▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊
CNG x ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊ AAARES x.▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊
ARC x ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊ AAACHA x▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊
SKL x ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊ AAASPDx ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊

The Nightshades are an illustrious Assassin's Guild, and it's members are all trained in combat and espionage—skills you would expect an assassin to have. What they don't tell you is that the Guild Master also trains them in the art of diplomacy—an unusual trait, to be sure. Darrow has used this to his advantage for over twenty years, now, having honed his skills during that time. He's quite resourceful, as well, due to his youth. He was forced to steal when he was a child, pick-pocketing random people, and using other various miscreant skills just to survive with his half-sister.

He's not particularly fond of long-ranged weapons, and he'd be a poor assassin to admit that he can't use them fairly well—at least not bows. He prefers swords and daggers and long-blades and broadswords to much anything else, really. His physique might suggest someone of a low tolerance for strength, but he is strong in the ways that count. After all, combat is more than just pure physical strength, and Darrow has learned to work with his faults. Despite physical strength not being one of his finer points, he is still capable of hand-to-hand combat. It's mixed styles ranging from the graceful movements of the elven species, to the rougher, fast-paced movements of the dwarfs.

An assassin is required to make as little to no noise as possible, and the way Darrow dresses himself might seem a little contradictory to that. He dresses in fine furs and silks, but it is a motto he has adopted into his life: hide in plain sight. It makes getting closer to his potential target, easier. Of course, all members of the Nightshades are required to dress properly when they are at their headquarters: black furs and leather, dark pants, and the notable black fur hoods. It's a bit much for Darrow's tastes, but he's never been one to go against orders. He does what he can with it, though, trying to be as stylish as he can. If there's one thing Darrow can do, it's dress for the part. He rarely wears armour, though, which can be a little nerving when he's in a fight.

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Demeanor
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x Personal History
Darrow was born in the lower slums of Northern Rotherhithe to a human father and dökkálfar mother. His father made a living by selling various ores and jewelry. It wasn't a prominent job, but it made him decent money--money he was not at all adverse to spending on the simple pleasures. He spent a great deal of his time--and money--at the Red Temple, which is where he met Darrow's mother. Of course, their union wasn't one of love, or anything as romantic as that. It was just a mere transaction between a customer and employee. Of course, children born to the Red Courtesans--as they were called--were not allowed to stay with their mother. They were weened early, and given to wet nurses to raise. And this is where Darrow spent the first few years of his life.

As a child, he was tasked with keeping the establishment, clean. He was worked till his knuckles and knees, bled, and his muscles were sore and ached. But he was a filial child, and did what was required of him. When he was six years old, Darrow had already starting showing signs of a high intellect. He taught himself how to read, how to write, and eventually, the Head Courtesan saw him as a gift. She took him under her guidance where he learned to art of subtlety. He stole coin from the local merchants, products, silks, clothes, whatever he could get his hands on. It was how he earned his right to stay at the Red Temple. In exchange, he was able to meet his mother. It was all he had ever wanted as a child--to know who his true mother was.

He was allowed to visit her in-between clients, which was at least three hours or so, a day. He was content with this arrangement, and, eventually, decided to buy his mother's freedom. Such a thing, however, was not cheap. A Red Courtesan was a Courtesan for life--they all knew this, but Darrow managed to strike a bargain with Ellisif. He would steal the amount it took to free his mother, however; that changed when he turned twelve. His mother had borne another child, a young daughter whom she named Senara, however; the birth had taken a toll on her. His mother had always been slightly frail, and the birth of a second child was too much on her already weakened body. The Head Courtesan took Senara as her own, but Darrow did not want his sister--no matter if she were his half--to be raised in such a place.

Because it was a new agreement, everything he'd already paid for his mother's freedom was rendered null. He was required to strike a new bargain. Darrow was angered by this, but he agreed on the condition that Senara would not be raised as a Courtesan in training. Although Ellisif had agreed, as soon as Senara was old enough, she began training her. They were small, basic things, at first, however; Darrow knew it wouldn't be long before she began proper Courtesan training. It was difficult to do, but Darrow managed to run away from Ellisif, with Senara in tow. At the age of seventeen, Darrow was a wanted criminal.

It was difficult being on the run, and trying to raise a five year old child, but Darrow did the best he could. He put his skills to use, stealing from passing travelers, and hiding out in fallen shelters. It wasn't a great way of life, but he managed. During Darrow's twentieth year of life, he met a strange dökkálfar by the name of Ildris. He'd tried stealing from the elf as he looked far too old to resist or fight back. When he had his ass handed to him, though, Darrow knew that his time was up. Ildris would report him to the guards, and he would be arrested and shipped back to Rotherhithe. To his surprise, Ildris merely regarded him, and asked him about his story. Reluctantly, he spent the entire night telling his tale to Ildris who simply listened. After he'd spoken, Ildris had remained quiet for some time before giving Darrow a job offer. He'd seen something in Darrow, or at least that was what Darrow believed, and Ildris took him and Senara to his Guild.

There, Darrow learned that Ildris was the Guildmaster to the Nightshades, a group of assassins who took whatever work they could get. While it wasn't something he wanted for Senara, he didn't have much choice in where they planted their roots. He wanted to give Senara a home, and the Guild members treated them like family. He grew to respect them, and Ildris became a father figure in his life that he never knew he wanted. He was... content was too mild of a word to describe it, but it was something. He excelled in his trade as an assassin, becoming notorious in Sevaecia as Grýphōn, and he was able to see his sister grow.

It was something...

Now he spends his time as a scout, stationed in Solaris, the capital of Sevaecia. He is to keep tabs on the King, Ildris' old friend, though he does not know the exact reason why. The only orders Ildris gave were, keep an eye on him, and nothing else. Ildris has always been an enigmatic sort, but Darrow is filial and he will obey.


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So begins...

Darrow Faetoris's Story

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