((I'm hoping this doesn't count as anime... though it probably does))
He has a ring finger missing on his right hand.
Name: Sovure
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 48 (relative teenager for half elf)
Weapons: Under each sleeve in his cloak, he wears a metal bracer with a hidden blade attached. Each blade is about six inches long, and the one on his left hand can deliver poison to disorient and then kill, while the one on the right can deliver a poison that shows no difference at first, but in about fourty seconds causes a heart attack.
Blessing from their god: Sovure became a Shadowdancer, able to travel between the shadows of objects to the shadow of another nearby object. He can only do this within about fifty yards, he cannot take passengers, and he cannot delibrately stay in a shadow for longer than the three seconds it takes to transfer.
Bio: Sovure loves country music, particularly country-rock. He can sing any song you care to name with ease and grace, and nine times out of ten can play it on his guitar, and eight of those nine times he could play it on a fiddle if needed. Even though he left the assassin order, he is very, very good at killing. He can rarely ignore a person in trouble, and Sovure loves to use sarcasm and most of his humor is dry. However, Sovure is also incredibly ruthless, able to see a line from motive to means without any pesky emotions of himself or others getting in the way.
History: Born and raised in the mountain city of Salma, a city of assassins. He escaped when he was 29, after reciveing training in killing but wanting to get out of such a life. Currently he sings and plays a guitar for country music at an Inn in Destino, a small city that many roads cross through.
What their vision was: Sovure had the same dream for sixteen straight nights. He would stir, awakening in a dark hall way in a house somewhere, though he could see no details. He was slumped against the wall, unable to move. There was a single flickering light ahead, though it didn't light up anything but the floor and dust. As he stared, he came to realize something wet was dripping down his chest, and there was a searing pain where it was, though he could not scream. He watched blearily as something came through the door at the other end of the hall, though he didn't know how he knew there was a door. As he stared, he watched someone step into the light. That person whispered to not be afraid of the shadow, then the dream would end.
This is the main point where the dreams differ: who stepped into the light. The first and last time, it was a panther. Twice it was himself. The rest were people he did not recognize, and each showed up twice. The first time, they appeared normal. The second time, each one except him was holding some kind of jewel. Though he couldn't remember them all, or even who had which jewel, he remembered receiving his quite clearly.
The last dream, the panther had come again and it had been bearing a black jewel like a pearl in it's mouth. It walked forward, into the darkness where Sovure laid, and whispered, "Do not fear the shadow."
He stayed in the dream as something round (probably the jewel) was slipped into the hole in his chest. He coughed and gagged as he felt the wound close. At the same time, the weight of the jewel against his organs seem to lift. He slowly stood to his feet as he saw the panther walk back into the flickering light. It stopped, then turned it's head around, smirking at him.
"Now you are whole, my child." The panther whispered, though Sovure had no trouble making out the words. "I am to you what you are to the world. Good luck."
Then the panther walked away into the darkness, he heard the door shut for the first time, and the dreams ended, though he never doubted them.
The panther's eyes had glowed blood red. It was Hodari, the god of shadows, peace and murder.
Odd combo, eh?