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[Litharia]

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[Yuko]

Name: Rigaras Del Sole Di Mezzanotte
Nickname(s):Riga
Age:[\b] 113 (appears no older than eighteen or nineteen)
Date of Birth: November Twenty-Eighth
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Blood: Incubus/Sanguine
Abilities: Visions
Loyalty: None
Status/Occupation: Assassin whom does not belong to any assassination group and abides by his own Creed.

Appearance:Stands six feet, three inches tall he is obviously the tallest in his family. Weighs nearly 170 lbs in nothing but muscle. Wears all black and has a long leather jacket with a zipper that goes to his collarbone and down to his hips where the rest of the cloth hangs open around his legs and the collar of the jacket is usually flared up to hide most of his face. He wears close-fitting body armour underneath and is laden with his weapons which consist of long blades hidden beneath his forearm braces that extend when he holds down a leaver, a long sword at his left hip and a curved knife the length of his forearm on his right hip, a chain whip, poisoned needles and a few smoke bombs. He has gold eyes and black hair with very light blond streaks. Two rosary crosses hang from his neck, one from his father and the other from a lost lover. Black leather boots cover his feet when he has to wear shoes but given the choice he would go barefoot. Also, he never goes anywhere without his python, whom stays wrapped around his shoulders when traveling.

Personality: Bitter from his family’s mistreatment in their course of business, he is very quick to attack anyone that catches on to him. Quick to anger and quicker to kill he is a very powerful vampire who will work efficiently when hired. His need for blood is twice as bad since he is of mixed heritage with his mother being sanguine and his father being an incubus though he will only feed from willing donors. He has a very hypnotic, snake like stare that has often times got him in situations favorable to himself. In his off time, when no one has hired him, he will go sightseeing or find battles to win.
History: He keeps his history to himself and only releases information when it’s absolutely needed. The only thing anyone knows about him is that he came through the tunnels about ten years ago and just wanders about looking for work and blood.

Roleplay Sample: As the sun sank slowly into the western horizon and twilight washed over the landscape like a sea of purple, red, orange and dark blue many people had started heading home for the night and shops were beginning to close down, leaving the Spirit of Litharia quieter than its preceding daylight work hours. Raiga hadn’t been her for a quite a few months but nothing in his opinion was anymore noteworthy than before. The place reeked of those damned Faes and humans. He didn’t mind the scent of the shifters so much, it was more earthy and natural to his nose. As he ducked through the shadows, still avoiding the dying light, he began his way down a particular cobblestone road, following the directions in his head to find his target, a corrupt ‘politician’ who was rising to power through bribes and other illegal dealings. The man who hired him said he could find the human near a certain butcher shop about this hour of the day. Given a detailed description and a scent sample he knew he was close. So many people walked around him, giving him no thought at all, not even a second glance. No one knew that he dealt death like a gambler dealt cards. They were all so ignorant. But hell, ignorance is bliss right? At least that’s what they say.
Raiga’s eyes caught a glimpse of his target, leaving the butcher’s shop with a brown paper sack under his arm and a elegant gold cane in the palm of his left hand, which was adorned with gaudy rings, waddling his hefty frame down the dim street. Trailing him a few yards behind he casually leaned up against a shop front, flicked out a cigarette, lit it and placed it in his mouth, taking a few drags, waiting to see where the man would turn. To his pleasure the target took a glance around before turning down a dark ally, close together between two buildings. Apparently it was a shortcut to his fancy house. Tossing his cigarette on the ground and grinding it out with his boot he followed the man into the ally like a shadow. Gaining ground he placed his hand on the mans shoulder and flexed the blade that was lying in wait out of its sheath. “
“Sorry about this friend, its just business.” Raiga kicked him in the back of the knees so he fell forward. Pushing his head down so that the back of his neck was exposed he thrust his blade into the soft, fatty, flesh till it popped out the other side. The scent of blood drifted to him and his eyes slowly dilated as he pulled the blade back out and licked what was gathered there away.
“Poor bastard…” He spat as he trotted off, going to collect his money.



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[Litharia]

You have to start a thread for him, Raigo. Right here.
If you don't, then I have to make the thread. Which would be fine, except then you could never update his page with new abilities or anything else you feel the need to update.

[Yuko]

I'm sorry. I'm new and Yuki never explained that to me. *glare* I'll fix it.

[Yuko]

Ah poop it says I'm not allowed to post new threads on that board.

[Litharia]

No worries. I sent you a PM.