Post by Alastor on Jul 5, 2010 18:54:54 GMT -8
Name: Alastor Memerine
Nickname(s): The Night Death, The King's Dagger
Age: 86
Date of Birth: November 12
Sexuality: Bisexual
Breed: Mammalian Werebeast (European Pine Marten)
Abilities: Gaze of the Night (Allows for better vision at night)
Loyalty: The City of Thieves, for now
Status/Occupation: Assassin
Appearance: Standing 5'4" he is rather thin, but well built and muscled with ivory skin. Simple dark brown eyes stare out from slightly sunk in eye sockets an inch below his dark brown hair (The same as in his animal form) which parts and flows silky smooth to his shoulders. He tends to wear rather cheap black clothes and if they rip in a quick change or get left behind in a quick escape, he's not shy about walking around without them until he finds some. His most common outfit is a dark brown tunic and tight, nothing fancy, and nothing that stands out too much.
Alastor in Animal Form
Personality: devious, sadistic, "Likes to play with his food", cunning, loyal to his employer
History: Growing up in the City of Thieves, he learned early on that it was kill or be killed, steal or die, and do as the King says. These simple life lessons stuck in his mind even as he grew up and left the city to train and work on his skills. Particularly his skills as an assassin. At age twenty he had been walking through the City of Thieves when he heard a young man discussing the need to "liquidate" an unruly merchant. He talked to the man and eventually negotiated the terms and succeeded in the kill. This then led to a long strain of minor kills and his eventual recognition that he was good, really good.
And so at age 34 he left the City to go practice his trade, find some free lance work, and maybe even take care of some old debts. All went well and in his 48year he returned to the City of Thieves and immediately became part of the group of assassins who worked for various thieves and such under the King's command. eventually his talent caught the eye of the King and he was asked to perform a personal vendetta for the King himself.
After his success he was inducted by the King as his own personal assassin, granted with the first pick of anyone foolish enough to try to encroach on the King's territory, or anyone who had gone against the King's wishes. Also, the King sends him out occasionally to take out outside forces who sought the City for their own needs and destroy them before they reach the city, this includes any diplomats who wish to initiate certain procedures to wipe the City of Thieves out. He continues to work at his job, gaining even more deadly overtime.
Roleplay Sample: A small dark brown creature clambered up the trunk of a tree and out onto a branch that reached towards a two story house in the center of the City. It rushed across the branch and through the open window jumping over a leather belt with two daggers stuck in their sheathes that lay across the branch. Suddenly the little creature disappeared and a 5'4" ivory skin man appeared in it's place. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair that reached his shoulders and smiled in the half-light. He then reached out the window and picked up the belt and placed it around his waist, "Where are you?"
He then took a dagger from it's sheath and walked across the room to the hall turning down it and towards it's end where a small room opened up on his right. Sneaking in he found his target sleeping alone on his bed. He crossed to the bed and grabbed the man around his neck pulling him from the bed and leading him to the wall, holding him there as he moved the dagger to his throat. "Good evening, care to beg for your life," he said softly as he pressed the blade lightly into his catch's throat. "Please, don't kill me," the man asked as he began to shake. "I'm afraid that my employer gave me strict instructions to bring back you body, devoid of life," the assassin whispered in the catch's ear. "No, no, please, I can't die not..," was all he managed before his blood flowed onto the floor. "When will they learn, devoid of life, means devoid of life, no exceptions," he said as he let the body fall before disappearing out the window, "And bring back your body, means I'm going to leave you hear for your associates to find?"
Nickname(s): The Night Death, The King's Dagger
Age: 86
Date of Birth: November 12
Sexuality: Bisexual
Breed: Mammalian Werebeast (European Pine Marten)
Abilities: Gaze of the Night (Allows for better vision at night)
Loyalty: The City of Thieves, for now
Status/Occupation: Assassin
Appearance: Standing 5'4" he is rather thin, but well built and muscled with ivory skin. Simple dark brown eyes stare out from slightly sunk in eye sockets an inch below his dark brown hair (The same as in his animal form) which parts and flows silky smooth to his shoulders. He tends to wear rather cheap black clothes and if they rip in a quick change or get left behind in a quick escape, he's not shy about walking around without them until he finds some. His most common outfit is a dark brown tunic and tight, nothing fancy, and nothing that stands out too much.
Alastor in Animal Form
Personality: devious, sadistic, "Likes to play with his food", cunning, loyal to his employer
History: Growing up in the City of Thieves, he learned early on that it was kill or be killed, steal or die, and do as the King says. These simple life lessons stuck in his mind even as he grew up and left the city to train and work on his skills. Particularly his skills as an assassin. At age twenty he had been walking through the City of Thieves when he heard a young man discussing the need to "liquidate" an unruly merchant. He talked to the man and eventually negotiated the terms and succeeded in the kill. This then led to a long strain of minor kills and his eventual recognition that he was good, really good.
And so at age 34 he left the City to go practice his trade, find some free lance work, and maybe even take care of some old debts. All went well and in his 48year he returned to the City of Thieves and immediately became part of the group of assassins who worked for various thieves and such under the King's command. eventually his talent caught the eye of the King and he was asked to perform a personal vendetta for the King himself.
After his success he was inducted by the King as his own personal assassin, granted with the first pick of anyone foolish enough to try to encroach on the King's territory, or anyone who had gone against the King's wishes. Also, the King sends him out occasionally to take out outside forces who sought the City for their own needs and destroy them before they reach the city, this includes any diplomats who wish to initiate certain procedures to wipe the City of Thieves out. He continues to work at his job, gaining even more deadly overtime.
Roleplay Sample: A small dark brown creature clambered up the trunk of a tree and out onto a branch that reached towards a two story house in the center of the City. It rushed across the branch and through the open window jumping over a leather belt with two daggers stuck in their sheathes that lay across the branch. Suddenly the little creature disappeared and a 5'4" ivory skin man appeared in it's place. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair that reached his shoulders and smiled in the half-light. He then reached out the window and picked up the belt and placed it around his waist, "Where are you?"
He then took a dagger from it's sheath and walked across the room to the hall turning down it and towards it's end where a small room opened up on his right. Sneaking in he found his target sleeping alone on his bed. He crossed to the bed and grabbed the man around his neck pulling him from the bed and leading him to the wall, holding him there as he moved the dagger to his throat. "Good evening, care to beg for your life," he said softly as he pressed the blade lightly into his catch's throat. "Please, don't kill me," the man asked as he began to shake. "I'm afraid that my employer gave me strict instructions to bring back you body, devoid of life," the assassin whispered in the catch's ear. "No, no, please, I can't die not..," was all he managed before his blood flowed onto the floor. "When will they learn, devoid of life, means devoid of life, no exceptions," he said as he let the body fall before disappearing out the window, "And bring back your body, means I'm going to leave you hear for your associates to find?"