Ahmir Al-Saffium's Story

Ahmir resided in the training room, sheathed in his Assassin Dragon Order Uniform.

In this instance, he stood before an Obstacle course, crouching before a white line that had the word 'Start' imprinted at the top. A fellow D.O. soldier stood next to him, and unholstered a blank-filled SW-40 revolver. He aimed at the ceiling, and clicked the trigger, and the Assassin rushed towards the Obstacle course. Due to the RPer's laziness, Ahmir easily got through the first half of the Obstacle course.

At this point, the next half were magic automated dummies that lashed at him with metallic maces. One Metalic Dummy swung a mace directly at Ahmir, but the swift rogue only slid under the strike. He got up and continued sprinting. However, the official DO announcement causes his phone to activate its 'Ezio's Family' ringtone. Ahmir frowns, and pulls out his phone to simply identify what's the notification for. Though, the Assassin only did this whilst running. He did not pay attention as a mechanical dummy slams Ahmir's jaw with its metal mace. Ahmir grunts and falls onto his back while resuming his motion, skidding across the floor and only on his back.

Ahmir groaned in disappointment as he came to a stop, and the automated magic announcer shouter said "DISQUALIFIED!"

He stood up and looked at the fellow DO Soldier.
"You wasted my fucking blanks for a dumb text?!" The Soldier called out to Ahmir.
"Look man, I'll pay you back later at the Commons." Ahmir muttered in his exotic accent. His accent was heavier than the sands of the Sahara desert, yet stained with Sophistication.
"And besides, it was a text from Commander Irongate." Ahmir added on.
"Hah, you're fucked. I'll talk to you later after they clean up your ashes."
The Fallen Angel Assassin only frowned as his 'comrade' cackled at his possible demise.

He looked at the exit and simply utilized his superior Aasimar Speed and Agility while sprinting. The Assassin zoomed past many practicing soldiers, dodging several dulled blades and warriors at the same time. Within seconds, he went through the exit but gripped the right door-frame to help him turn right. The Assassin saw the window and immediately dived out of the window. As he let Earth's Gravity pull him down, he threw his Grappling Chaindart at the Sanctuary Building, allowing him to swing back into the Sanctuary Building's first floor window-purely by luck. The assassin flew through the opened window, and before the window were a long set of stairs. The fool forgot to account for them, and rolled down the stairs. He got to the Commander's level, and rolled through the Commander's door, landing on his feet and in front of the commander's desk, stumbling a bit. He stood next to Ryan, and Kyra, slightly shook.

The Assassin looked around and noticed the soldiers he will serve with. The Fallen Aasimar had Grey Skin, yet stood at a lengthy 6'1 height. However, he winced at the commander's comment about their past.

The assassin did feel guilty, he took pain in remembering that he misused his powers as a Fallen Aasimar during an interrogation upon an ACU Officer. The Officer was meant to be bargained for two high class High-Fey Wizards, but Ahmir took no mercy upon the ACU as he twisted The Officer's mind to his will to release as much information as possible. In the process, The Officer lost control of his mind, and lost the ability to speak thanks to Ahmir's torture technique.

Ahmir remembered the man's eyes rolling up, remembered his tongue hanging low and his head leaning back like a limp puppet. He realized how monstrous he as.

It was because of him, the two high class High-Fey Wizards were executed.

His fists clenched and his back straightened seconds after the Commander's Speech.

The Fallen Aasimar saluted to Commander Irongate. "None sir, just point me the way and I'll turn the enemy into ash-piles."

He had a mischievous smirk, ready for combat and ready for cracking ACU skulls. Though, his smirk was a transparent smile.

The Aasimar looked at his four group mates, knowing that he had to make some sort've bond.

"I've seen all of you in this Sanctuary, but I've never actually met you all in person. So, if you guys want, we can all sorta give a quick description of eachother?"

The Aasimar was definetly sure that his english wasn't the best, and perhaps the two female groupmates would just leave. However, he still wanted to atleast make this whole mission somewhat enjoyable.

Ahmir was in the training room, cleaning his USP pistol with a white rag. He looked up at Ryan, but continued stroking off any specs of dirt off of the pistol.

"I've mainly been going Solo on my missions. So, yeah. It is." He shrugged.

"So, who are you exactly?" He stood up on his feet, now holstering the pistol into his left holster. He walked over to a weapon's rack and picked out a Sword from it. He then sheathed the Long-sword in his back sheathe, whilst looking at Ryan.

"And what's your mistake?" He crossed his arms, examining him closely.

Ahmir knew not to press further into the first mission, and decided to answer his last question.

"Well, I am an Assassin of the Dragon Order." He stated as he nonchalantly unsheathed his long-sword from the long-sword scabbard on his back. Due to being a low-class Assassin, his weapon was not exactly enchanted or even designed in a special way. Nonetheless, Ahmir's Longsword was nearly void of dirt and dust.

"So, the answer is yes. I do know a thing or two about Blades and Melee weapons. Why do you ask?" He asked as he proceeded to fetch a red cloth off of a table-top. The Assassin proceeded to clean off his weapon, though did focus on Ryan.