Thread: A Soul for A Secret
Name: Asher Rimedur
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 167
Occupation: Former Assassin/Present Murderer?
Appearance: His body is tall and slender with pale skin. His hair is a deep red with soft curls falling into his eyes, which are a forest green, a touch of brown encircling his pupils. He tends to have a stubble along his strong jaw and on his upper lip. A few scars dot themselves on his face and even more on his arms, chest, and back. Isn't particularly rough looking, but isn't boyish either.
Personality: Likes to keep a little mystery between himself and others. Hates when people attempt to get in his business, and pry into his life. He isn't exactly evil, but it's safe to call him cruel as he has little regard for human life; not that he would kill just anyone (innocent blood isn't the way to go, after all), but if his authorities said "kill" he would do it. It's questionable as to where his loyalty may lie, changing as often as he does.
Background: Asher grew up in a large family with ten brothers and sisters, and his mother and father. They were fairly well off, able to hold servants if needed, and lived on a decent plantation in Glahndur. Unfortunately, it just didn't sit right with Asher, having to struggle just to be noticed in his family. He ran off when he was still just a kid, and soon became involved with some of the wrong people. He lived on the streets as a thief for a few years, forced to learn to defend himself in the best way he knew how -- fighting with his bare hands. It was there he learned the art of speed and agility he possessed.
But he hated living as a thief, finding no pride in it whatsoever. He searched throughout the city of Floresco, finding no decent work for a child such as him. When he felt all was lost and his future looked bleak, he was approached by a man who claimed to see potential in Asher. Before the boy knew what he was getting into, he was being forced into a society all of its own -- the assassins. For years he trained, being taught in the ways of the assassin, unable to leave even if he wanted to. But he found he enjoyed it...a lot. He put what he learned from being a thief into the newfound abilities of the knife and sword.
He continued in the brotherhood of the assassins for many years until he was twenty-seven. Around this time he was confronted by a man, making him a deal to work for him. By doing this, he had broken one of the most sacred rules of the assassins -- forsaking his brethren. Again, Asher didn't realize what he was getting into, but curiosity won over and he left with the man to the mountains of Craen.
There he was put to work at the bottom of Craen, paid in great sums of jewels to watch and make sure no one ever came up. Sometimes he was also told to capture someone specific and bring them to the man, which he did easily. But once he saw the people condemned to be the man's victim, it was the last he heard of them. He never went into Craen himself, he was forbidden to, but once anyone went in the only one to ever come out was the man himself. Often times at night and during the day, Asher will hear cries of sorrow and screams for help lying deep in the crevasses of Craen.
Name: Asher Rimedur
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 167
Occupation: Former Assassin/Present Murderer?
Appearance: His body is tall and slender with pale skin. His hair is a deep red with soft curls falling into his eyes, which are a forest green, a touch of brown encircling his pupils. He tends to have a stubble along his strong jaw and on his upper lip. A few scars dot themselves on his face and even more on his arms, chest, and back. Isn't particularly rough looking, but isn't boyish either.
Personality: Likes to keep a little mystery between himself and others. Hates when people attempt to get in his business, and pry into his life. He isn't exactly evil, but it's safe to call him cruel as he has little regard for human life; not that he would kill just anyone (innocent blood isn't the way to go, after all), but if his authorities said "kill" he would do it. It's questionable as to where his loyalty may lie, changing as often as he does.
Background: Asher grew up in a large family with ten brothers and sisters, and his mother and father. They were fairly well off, able to hold servants if needed, and lived on a decent plantation in Glahndur. Unfortunately, it just didn't sit right with Asher, having to struggle just to be noticed in his family. He ran off when he was still just a kid, and soon became involved with some of the wrong people. He lived on the streets as a thief for a few years, forced to learn to defend himself in the best way he knew how -- fighting with his bare hands. It was there he learned the art of speed and agility he possessed.
But he hated living as a thief, finding no pride in it whatsoever. He searched throughout the city of Floresco, finding no decent work for a child such as him. When he felt all was lost and his future looked bleak, he was approached by a man who claimed to see potential in Asher. Before the boy knew what he was getting into, he was being forced into a society all of its own -- the assassins. For years he trained, being taught in the ways of the assassin, unable to leave even if he wanted to. But he found he enjoyed it...a lot. He put what he learned from being a thief into the newfound abilities of the knife and sword.
He continued in the brotherhood of the assassins for many years until he was twenty-seven. Around this time he was confronted by a man, making him a deal to work for him. By doing this, he had broken one of the most sacred rules of the assassins -- forsaking his brethren. Again, Asher didn't realize what he was getting into, but curiosity won over and he left with the man to the mountains of Craen.
There he was put to work at the bottom of Craen, paid in great sums of jewels to watch and make sure no one ever came up. Sometimes he was also told to capture someone specific and bring them to the man, which he did easily. But once he saw the people condemned to be the man's victim, it was the last he heard of them. He never went into Craen himself, he was forbidden to, but once anyone went in the only one to ever come out was the man himself. Often times at night and during the day, Asher will hear cries of sorrow and screams for help lying deep in the crevasses of Craen.
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