The edgiest edge to ever edge.
Having fled with nothing but my gear, skills and powers, I decide to start afresh in Ancalia. I set for myself a Goal of one day having the force behind me to revenge myself upon all of Vissio and recreate it to my liking. But first, I must rebuild my funds, make contacts and find trustworthy individuals to befriend. I shall be avenged on the Razors and on all of Vissio but most importantly I will have my own slice of the world which I would be able to call a home...
- Gender
- male
- Eyes
- Brown
- Hair
- Black
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- Tanned
Appearance
Mentality
Personal history
Started off just trying to survive the harsh lands of Vissio; stole to survive, worked as a small-time assassin a few times even. One of those times got me into hot water having taken a job on a minor noble, a much bigger job than normal. As I thought I was completely screwed, I felt a borderline precognition of all of my movements, my luck was phenomonal as some next level butterfly effects seemed to fell my enemies for me and while making my way further into the chambers of the noble, I felt a connection, a pull on the darkness letting me bypass the whole creeping around thing by just appearing in the shadows by the noble's bed... The rest as they say is history...
Employment
A thief, an assassin, silent as the mist and stealthier than any rogue before me. Luck seems to never fail me with the night as my ally and time itself seeming to rewind on the rare occasion when something ever does not quite go my way.
Some fear the monster under their bed, some fear the sandman. What they do not realise is that I fullfill both roles and frequently at that...
Personality
Social
Contacts & Relations
As a young man with survival on my mind in the harsh reality that is Vission, one can never be too trusting. However, that is not to say that I have not had some time to study with a certain friend of mine, a Razor at the time who taught me the trade. We started together and what set us apart is she drew the short straw and ended up a Razor while I continued to answer only to myself and my pocketbook. We shared tricks we each learned and frequently collaborated on larger jobs as well as, I am unashamed to say, had a "thing" going for a while. However, as all good things in our fucked up world, this was not to last. I, to this day, know not what caused her to renege on our friendship, but one day what awaited me at a minor noble's mention was not a minor guard but a batallion of Razors. Incidentally, that was the day I first had my experience as a true Godbound... With the Razor's after my head and my best and only close friend having turned against me, I fled North and East eventualy finding myself in Ancalia...
Social
Contacts & Relations
As a young man with survival on my mind in the harsh reality that is Vission, one can never be too trusting. However, that is not to say that I have not had some time to study with a certain friend of mine, a Razor at the time who taught me the trade. We started together and what set us apart is she drew the short straw and ended up a Razor while I continued to answer only to myself and my pocketbook. We shared tricks we each learned and frequently collaborated on larger jobs as well as, I am unashamed to say, had a "thing" going for a while. However, as all good things in our fucked up world, this was not to last. I, to this day, know not what caused her to renege on our friendship, but one day what awaited me at a minor noble's mention was not a minor guard but a batallion of Razors. Incidentally, that was the day I first had my experience as a true Godbound... With the Razor's after my head and my best and only close friend having turned against me, I fled North and East eventualy finding myself in Ancalia...