Thanks, boss. Now, who wants to be friends with [this nerd](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/74595/posts/char#post-2315890)?

Edit: Possibly written john as a connection! ### Also, my edited CS: I hope this is acceptable :) **_Name:_** Dante Fernshaw **_Age:_** 30 **_Origin:_** Drupali **_Class: _** Assassin _**Skills: **_ _Physical_ Fighting prowess: His fighting style rests of the principle of formlessness, that there is no fixed stance but an adaptive and fluid one. So long as the death can be dealt as effectively as possible, the technique need not be a focus. However, this will mean he is not adept in any one style, of whose counterparts are masters of, and may lack the physical attributes such as an increased musculature. The lack thereof may result in swift and decisive blows and movement, but again pale in comparison to that of practitioners. Top-notch in daggers and blades: With his bare fists, Dante will not last a fight for long without fighting “unfairly” for the sake of survival. However, give him a blade, and he will fall any who stand his way. He possesses an excellent aim with throwing knives, delivering them at blinding speeds, in rapid succession, and with enough strength to pin a person to an object - should the blade be long enough, that is. When they are not being thrown, dual-wielded blades make the mark of Dante’s flexible fighting style. Blades will not provide the hefty weight that a strike of the sword will provide, but blades offer nimble and accurate precision to the deathly weaknesses of the human anatomy, quick strikes from both hands, mastery with both hands accomplished from years of practice. Phantom-like stealth and movement: This is an umbrella term that extends and relates to all his abilities as a master assassin. Firstly, his silent movements and honed training and understanding of his physical capacities allow him to deaden all possible sounds to be emitted. His breath is even as smooth and shallow as a slight blow of the wind, his senses perfect and tending to detail, perpetually aware of his surroundings, and obsessive to surveillance and reconnaissance before going in for the kill. While practically invisible in the dead of night and darkness, he is just as deadly in the daytime, as a competent master of disguise with an acute intuition of blending and moving in the crowd. A naturally friendly person that builds healthy relations with others is the type that the unwise are able to realize a lethal blades-man. Sensitive to the environment, Dante is able to utilize it and turn it to his advantage, be it a smoke-cloud, rope, stones, and even the Sun – his collected, intelligent mind not cunning, but calm and attentive, adaptive and innovative. Dante is agile, swift and a fast runner, whose stamina and flexibility allows quick manoeuvrability, dodge and scaling high walls, ledges, and uneven terrain. His lack of armour and resistance in exchange for smooth, quiet and disguising clothing are made up for his versatility. His style of hit-and-run, hanging, jumping and cover kills makes up his repertoire for his being practically unseen. Extensive knowledge of poisons and antidotes: His knowledge of poisons and herbal treatments comes from his mother’s line of work – said poisons varying from deadly concoctions from many virulent plants, or the chemical secretions of animals. Dante carries several vials of several types of poison, some lethal, which he coats his weapons with; depending on style of kill he wants to commit. A gangrenous, debilitating effect is seen sprawling from the wound to the rest of the body until the person dies from the inside-out; a fast-spreading anaesthetic which puts the person to sleep, or a small paralysis depending on dosage (which can be delivered from a prick of a pin); and hallucinogenic and enraging effects to the point of berserk. Survivalist: Adept at maintaining his own in the wild, hunting and trapping skills more than sufficient, efficient in living life away from civilization for a considerably long time, should the circumstances require him to. _**Connections:**_ [Waiting for GMs] _**Sample:**_ [This is from the view-point of a new acquaintance, whom Dante had started a friendly discussion with over in a pub.]  “You a family man, my friend?” said the man to Dante, whose smile was as contagious as his snarky smile that hinted a friendly sarcastic tone, as if anyone who he’s just met, he’s known for the longest time. His clean, dark hair, short and maintained at the side whilst the top is allowed long and puffed enough to be a lion’s mane, short of covering his eyes, curling rightwards, made him look like a young experimental man, yet the look of concentration in his eyes, and his poise and seeming alertness reveals more to see a sharp, attentive, perhaps intelligent and worn man who has been through life in a way fewer men have. He was of an above-average height, perhaps a good six feet, a lean but muscular body it seemed by the control and articulation he has with his movements. His clothes gave out a sort of mysterious air to him, on most days – not the common man’s daily wears, not all the time anyway, sometimes of the kind that a traveller, or a wander, would don, as if one were always on the move. It would be a sleek coat, not a sight of ruffles about him. Dark coloured too, and entrenching him, concealing a lot of him, but allowing still the freest of movement. Tonight, he was dressed in his usual wears. “Yes, my good man. I come from Drupali, and my mother and I have been there for the longest time. I leave every now and then to go on business trips. They don’t take long, and I usually come back in time for dinner time with mom!” “What sort of business do you do? I see you ‘round here but no one seems to know what you do?” “Well, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you this… But, for you, I’ll indulge you with the secrets of my life. You see, I’m an assassin. I started when my father died and I took out the BloodHyres single-handedly. The local authorities got word of it and while they don’t exactly tell me who it is they want me to off, they… leave clues around and I just follow them. I also do political assassinations should the leaders bode poorly for the innocent folk like you all.” “Wait, the BloodHyres? The group of no-good bastard thugs and murderers that has been around for the last decade or so that suddenly happened to have died all at once in one night? You’re telling me you did that?” “Yup.” The two maintained their stares at one another, silent in the middle of the bustling bar and music, then the two burst into laughter, the man more uncontrolled the Dante, cackling away, his beer spilt, Dante ordering another round as he struggled to hold back his giggling. “Oh, my friend! You are good, you are good! You really had me going there with how you shifted your head around, looking at me serious-like, intending murder at Shaunder over there,” the man said as he nodded his head towards the portly man, the same one Dante had looked at during the “declaration.” “Please, I would like to invite you over to my home. I’m sure my family wi-” Dante held up a finger, a gentle smile spread across his face, polite and collected as a gentleman, “Please hold that thought.” In a blindingly swift move, Dante flung his right hand from the left side to the right, his right arm extended and flexed, his hand open. The man tried to follow the direction of his hand in motion, and at the end of the point saw Shaunder, the butt-end of a knife protruding from a bleeding hole in the front of his head. His mouth agape, eyes wide-open in shock at the last second of life he had had left. His table companions started, and soon the whole bar erupted into chaos as fear and shock took over and everyone treading over another to flee for their lives. The man, however, remained where he sat, and Dante leaned forward to his ear and whispered: “Filiph Shaunder had bludgeoned his two servants to death and threw their bodies in the river nearby. No one could found a good enough reason to convict. Take care of your family, my friend.” As fluid as his death blow was, his escape seemed far too natural for anyone to suspect him. It all seemed easy to him. “An assassin… well how about that?”

Feel free to post him in the CS tab!

Any word on my notes, Genkai?

Ah yes, sorry. Looks good to me, add it to the CS tab with the new additions thanks!

Aaaand am i green to put mine into the characters tab yet too?

Mhmm. I'm almost done fleshing mine out, just gotta outline her skills. **I am in talks with Dioxide for a connection but I may want to reserve the other for a co-GM unless anyone else has anything in mind. I may also allow the co-GM to have only one or upwards of three connections, so they wish.**

Right, then. Who wants to have grown up listening to Old Singh's stories?

Anyone who is from Uellia or has spent copious quantities of time there and would like to have connections with my cartographer just shoot me a PM.

As a note Dioxide has finished his connections! :)

:) mehwhwheh

Guys!! :p

I think im done, only one connection.

I need connections QQ COME ON Though honestly, Jeraur has more than likely had a run in with everyone at one time or another.

Erm, I added one more ability to Jeraur's repertoire. I didn't want him losing his only weapon just because he saved a lady from an evil man...hue...

Malcador's acquaintances with Jurfang, but I don't think he needs any more than this.

Got room for one more, folks?

Sorry were closed

So... is everyone ready now or are we still planning bios?

I'm still here, waiting.