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Koufan Nefolos

A blade in the dark, the sound of a Cloak in the wind.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ikiros

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The Alneh Sanctum, the land west of Skyfall, home of treacherousness bogs and devious races.

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Name: Koufan Nefolos
Age: 46
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 138 lbs
Race: Alneh
Class: Cloak
Hair color: Pale grey
Eye color: Maroon, flecks of gold.
Skin tone: Pale Olive
Gender: Male

Journal Entry 372:

I have begun my training with the Cloaks. At first, I was surprised to learn how easy it was to be accepted. Then I saw the rest of those who were joining with me. They all shared a variation of my skin color, the olive within us pointing us out for the job we were born into. Not that I would complain about the job. The Godking needs me to be a blade at his disposal, an ear to hear his enemies' plans, and a shield for his Ambassadors. Tomorrow both I and the class I have come with shall truly begin to become shadows. To become what our Godking needs.

Journal Entry 1865:

I'm changing. No longer am I the pudgy, semi-spoiled noble child I arrived as. I have become hardened, toughened. Though I have missed my family these last few years, I know that they do not mourn for me. They know that this is my place, that the Godking needs me more than they do. It is that thought that keeps me sane. All around me, I have seen the death of men and women no older than myself, each at the hands of someone they might have once found friendship with. I care not for them, though. They are too weak to serve the Godking, thus the ending of their lives serves to make our people, the Alneh, stronger.

Journal Entry 2794:

They come at me, each of them with the single dagger given upon entry to the Cloaks. We all have those blades, one for each other we kill. Though we only ever use the one we first got, the collection grows with each kill made. I have more than twenty-five now, each bearing the blood of it's owner forever stained upon the steel. And still they come. They see me rising faster, just like Zi, and try to maim and kill me, to remove me as the threat I have become to them. Their blood stains my hands, turning black and flaking away as the years pass. I only hope that my skill is enough to please my Godking.

Journal Entry 4729:

I've done it. I have joined the folds of the Cloaks in full. My hands are still bloody from our final test, still warm from the heat of battle, and I feel more alive than ever. I have seen the sun again, the first time this year, and in it's light I slaughtered those I once trained beside. As always, I do not weep for their deaths. I thank them for helping to make ours a stronger people, a people more devoted to the Godking. In only a few weeks, I shall begin my new life, among the family that I have made. But I shall never relax, for there will always be daggers at my back.

Equipment

Koufan, as per the training he received, is a master of no less than seven different weapon styles. Not individual weapons, but he style of weapon itself. Each one he has mastered is meant to mold him in a specific way, the training causing him to become more specialized for certain tasks, while also forcing him to become less useful in others.

Blades:

One-handed Blades- Any blade that requires one hand to wield can be used effectively by Koufan. Although he, like any fighter, has his preferences on certain blades over others, he is no less deadly with any of them.
Daggers- Perhaps the shortest weapons that Koufan can use, daggers are the cause of his stealth abilities, his training having forced him to sneak and kill his targets without them knowing he was near.
Dual Blades- Koufan has the ability to handle a blade in each hand, the weaving patterns and flowing motions coming naturally to him, though he was a fool at it before his years with the Cloaks.

Staves:

Double-blade- Although a rather odd-looking weapon to handle, the double-stave is incredibly lethal weapon when handled properly. A short piece of wood, no more than a few feet in length, with a blade at each end. When put into the hands of a trained professional, it becomes not only deadly, but it protects as well as any shield.

Ranged:

Bow- Koufan can use bows effectively enough to be considered proficient, though over his years he's become a much bigger fan of a well-placed blade.
Crossbow- Although he likes crossbows even less than he likes a regular bow, Koufan trained to master the crossbow more so that he was rounded out in ranged weapons, rather than because he wanted to use them.

Other:

Poisons- Koufan trained to master the knowledge of all manner of toxins and poisons, choosing to know them, how to treat the illness they caused, and how to use them for more specialized kills.

So begins...

Koufan Nefolos's Story

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Just down the street, another cloaked figure sifted through the crowds, wending its way easily between the masses. The figured moved almost like a dancer, so fluid were its movements. To the untrained eye, the figure appeared as nothing special, just another person walking the streets. However, to many of the people who got close enough to see the color of the figure's skin, it was rather obvious what it was.

It followed after Jess, simply biding it's time before striking.

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Beneath his cloak, Koufan simply watched the woman pocket the purse of coins. He wondered for a moment if he ought to simply kill her, but he'd not been told to. He'd simply been told to find out why, exactly, she was here. That, and he was curious himself. He wasn't exactly the kind type, especially to outsiders to his Godking's lands.

He checked his waist for the poisoned dagger he kept on him, then checked to see if the short sword remained against his back. Finding both where he'd left them, Koufan continued, passing through the crowd as if it were no more than a field of wheat, despite his short stature.

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With a simple change in direction, Koufan slid into an alley that paralleled the one that Jess had stepped into. He knew where both path ended, having traveled them dozen, no, hundreds of times before, and expected he would be able to catch the woman on the other end. he missed the woman vault to the roof, however, as he'd not noticed her prior to the act.

As he walked down the alley, he ran over what he knew about his target. She was female, he could see, though what race he knew not. He did know, however, that she wasn't Alneh. It was the only reason he was tracking her. He also knew that she seemed hasty, and haste begat errors. She would slip, and he'd be there to catch her, be it with a knife to her back, or a hand to guide her to the gaol.

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Koufan continued to reach the end of his alley, coming out slightly before Jess would leave hers, despite how the girl had been running. The angles of the roads had served to make hers longer, which only benefited him. As he stood, watching, Jess popped out of the alley, her hood down to reveal her skin tone and hair.

"A foreigner. My intel wasn't wrong then. Good. Now I simply have to catch her, and be done with it." he made sure that his hood was up properly, then walked down the street again, in no real hurry to catch her now. She would tire, and then he would make his move.

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The Cloak continued down the street, his eyes flicking to the alleyway that another person had just dipped down. He wondered who the person was, be they friend or foe, but his job was to deal with the foreigner first. He approached her slowly, and when he reached her, kneeled beside her, offering her a hand.

"Are you alright, madam?" despite his innate dislike of the woman before him, he would still be courteous. Well, at least long enough to make sure she was secured and wouldn't be going anywhere, that was. His hood slid forward a bit, casting his face deeper into shadow.

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Koifan stayed where he was, simply looking at the place where she'd been. He'd not expected the woman to simply vanish, and as such, he wasn't entirely sure about what to do. He pulled his hand back and looked down the street, trying his best to see if there was anything that might give away an invisible person. Seeing none, he sighed.

Absentmindedly, he swept his hand through the air where she'd been laying, wondering if she might still be there.

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The tavern's door opened, admitting a cloaked, diminutive figure. He was in the city for business, though he hated being here at all. He hated the stench, he hated the people, but mostly he hated the place itself. He looked out from under his cloak, his red eyes darting from the barkeep to the various patrons, and finally to the potential exits scattered about. It wasn't the best place to try to capture someone, but his job had been told to him: Capture the foreigner.

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Koufan had caught his quarry just as she'd left the tavern. Although he wasn't sure how safe it could be for him to follow her to her lodging, he would not fail his Godking by returning from his job empty-handed. Not unless he was forced to. He trailed behind the group, noticing one of his own people was among them. He checked for his weapons while he walked, one hand going to the poisoned dagger he planned to keep sheathed if he could, the other touching the short sword and bow on his back.

As they arrived at the ship, he followed up the gangway as if he belonged. The best cover was the cover of an actor, playing the role of someone who was meant to be where they were. He kept his hood up, regardless of the humid weather surrounding them.

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Koufan did his best to stay out of the limelight, choosing to simply lean against one of the masts while he waited for the right moment. The girl seemed pretty drunk, something that would only work in his favor, he hoped. He wanted to think of this job as too easy, but the commotion caused by the man in red was going to complicate things tremendously. Not to mention that the man carried weapons unlike any that the Cloak had seen before.

His thoughts were disturbed, however, as the woman called for the sails to be hoisted. His eyes widened beneath his hood as the sudden implications crashed around him, the possibility of danger, both to himself and his mission, quite redolent. He remained where he was, however, knowing that to return empty-handed would only turn out worse for him.

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Koufan, having caught the hand motion from his fellow Alneh, only nodded in reply before moving forward on the ship, grabbing at lines as he went. He'd never truly been on any of the sky-faring vessels of the world, but they'd held a minor interest to him, so he'd read enough to know the most basic principles of how the things worked.

He pulled hard on the line, tying it off before nimbly scaling the rigging and climbing into the crow's nest. Not only did it give him a prime location to keep an eye out as to where they were headed, but it also gave him a full view of the deck below. Not to mention he could duck into the basket-like structure if he needed to hide.

Adaptability. It was what he prized most among his training.

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Koufan slid further into the crow's nest, only the top of his hood visible from the deck. He was surprised that he'd been able to remain inconspicuous for so long, considering that humans were so distrusting of others. He chalked it up as a point for alcohol, nothing more. Especially considering how the woman had reacted the last time she'd seen him.

He closed his eyes and listened to the conversation below, however, wondering why she was choosing to set down in the Empyrean, rather than anywhere else.

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Koufan pulled himself from his thought as the woman landed beside him, a pair of wings slowly fading away from her back. He thought she seemed familiar, something in the way she held herself, but he couldn't place it immediately, and thus it was put from his mind.

"Just a vagabond, nothin' more. Tryin' tah see the world a'fore my years catch me." He adopted the accent quickly, hoping to cover his native Alneh accent and keep himself above question, though it wouldn't matter much if his skin showed. He scooted over, making enough room for her in case she decided to sit with him.

"Yer free tah join me, if'n yah wan'ned to."

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Koufan smiled under his cloak as Medya not only joined him, but promptly fell asleep. That was one less problem to worry about. He stood and looked down to the deck, only to see Axinn being more forward with a human than he should be. A disgrace to his name, and his people, but it wouldn't matter much. If things worked out, the woman would stick to him, and all Koufan would have to do then is convince them to come back to Alneh for a bit.

He stepped over the railing, however, and scurried down the rigging, a new target set in his head. The cloakless man had piqued his attention, something that only seemed to happen when others of his style, thieves, beggars, assassins, and whores, became to anxious to finish their jobs. He approached the man and smiled, his face still hidden.

"You're too eager, friend," he whispered, making it loud enough so that only the other man would hear.

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Seeing how little heed the man had taken, Koufan went to hold onto his arm. It was a weak attempt to hold the man back, but the mild paralytic poison that coated his skin would at least leave residue, if not begin to affect the seemingly weaponless man.

"Anything dealing with that woman is my business, as are her belongings." He looked at the pile, only to watch one of the daggers slide across the deck and rise into the air beside Saxom.

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Koufan Nefolos now I'm expecting various silliness from the both of you

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Koufan watched the man move closer and closer to the banister. Years of training told him to expect it, but even as the man simply rolled off the ship, he felt his eyes widen. Such an act was insane and a death wish, but as he looked out over the rail, the glistening of metal told him what had happened. Another wing-sprouting being. They were becoming far too common.

He composed himself, though, and smiled. The man wasn't too far out just yet. he pulled the bow off his shoulder, glad to see that it was still strung, despite his motions. He fitted an arrow to the string and pulled back, the fletchings just barely kissing his cheek before the shaft hummed off into the night, tracing a path for the flying man's lower back.

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Koufan sighed and slung his bow back across his shoulder and chest. He turned, expecting the taller man to be half-collapsed on the ground from the poison of his skin, only to see him and a strange woman moving closer to a gate of light. He pulled the hood of his cloak lower, doing his best to cover his face from their view, but his efforts may have been in vain, so bright was the light.