"Red"

Don't fret, I'm... off duty. Your head isn't up for collection.

Long ago, "Red" (if a name is required) swore an oath and entered the service of Hadúr, the King of Subterfuge. Within the Headless Hall, he offered up both name... and his head. For all who serve the Divine Assassin are headless; their minds, their knowledge, and all secrets they acquire bound and secure within the hidden Hall. As one of Hadúr's Chosen, "Red" has killed many. Some he slew to prevent war; others he slew to avenge a grievous slight. And perhaps there were a few that "Red" killed... simply because he could.

Now, "Red" carries with him a conspicuously large, lumpy bag, filled with the body parts of his final offering. For, while it does not show on his changeling features, the years sit heavy upon "Red's" shoulders. His reactions have slowed and his joints frequently crack in protest to his movements. Despite being "retired" from his position, "Red" still dons his decades old garb. Every inch of him is covered from head to toe in black and gray garments, including a dark gray, gem-like mask... save for the thin red line across his throat. Given his career choice, "Red" does not see death as a gruesome affair, but as an artistic tool. He holds no fear for death's embrace... and actively seeks it.