Ashaad "The Sand Stalker"
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Persona: A man who lets his actions speak for him, Ashaad speaks very little and when he does it's for good reason. He prefers to work alone, an attitude the result of a sad past which he refuses to bring up. His solitary lifestyle has made him somewhat unable to empathize with others which causes him to come off as cold or cynical despite his true nature which is to free the oppressed from whatever torments them.
Kingdom: Ashaad hails from the desert region of the Earth Kingdom, a city called Qatar-Shan. However he does not call it home since he has not been there for quite some time. Instead he wanders the desert, wandering from one settlement to the next.
Equipment:Abilities: Thanks to his upbringing Ashaad is quite proficient in maneuvering through cities. Either by rooftop or dashing through alleyways and crowded streets he is able to get to his destination in the fastest time possible. That combined with his ability to hide himself extremely well makes him a dangerous individual to be hunted by.
Post Example:The sun was at its peak as Ashaad rose over the sand dune. Overlooking the small oasis village it was clear the sand raiders were still occupying the settlement.
"It appears I've arrived just in time. The raiders seem to no longer enjoy the villagers' company", he thought as he lay prone in the sand. The villagers were being rounded up and the few that remained from the first attack were lined up to be executed. Ashaad had received word of this and had traveled there to lend aid...unfortunately for these people he was too late.
"On your knees!", the raider leader, Natarn, barked at his captives as they nervously stumbled into the village square. Awaiting them were twelve raiders with swords in hand readying themselves for a slaughter.
"Kill the men first, the women will entertain us till their time comes", Natarn ordered with a sneer on his face as his men laughed menacingly for their commander. The first of the condemned were put to kneel in a row in front of their executioners, Natarn gave the order but before the first blade fell one of he raiders collapsed to the ground with a crimson mist sprinkling over his victim. The others stared for a moment in confusion as one of their own lay dead with a daggger planted in the back of his throat. They did not stay in such a state as one of them turned to their rear and pointed out a figure standing atop one of the sandstone homes.
"Kill The bastard!", Natarn ordered and with some hesitation his raiders charged towards the home.
Ashaad stood deathly still as the men approached, he moved only when they were dirently below him in front of the house. In one swift movement he shot his arm forward and a rope dart flew from his grasp. It landed in the throat of a raider who was unfortunate enough to stare upwards at his opponent. Ashaad attached the rope dart to a hook and leaped from the building, acting as a counter weight Assay hung the now dead raider from his throat upon the wall of the building. He now stood between the raiders and the villagers, just as he intended but now he had to take into effect the possibility that one could circle around and try to hold one of them by knifepoint. The now eleven raiders glanced at another dead comrade for a moment before once again charging the nomad.
When the sands settled twelve sand raiders lay dead on the ground with te leader bleeding amongst his men. Natarn tried desperately to crawl away towards a nearby sword but before he could grip it a foot came down upon the hilt. Next came a kick which flipped him on his back, there the man experienced his final moments as Ashaad would hear his last words.
"Damn you, demon! I curse the whore who birthed you!", Natarn howled as blood flowed from th corners of his mouth. Ashaad unsheathed his dagger and held it against Natarn's throat.
"Wait! Mercy! I beg you, mercy!", the raider pleaded with eyes full of fear. Ashaad lowered the bottom half of his balaclava to reveal a face cursed with a grisly scar upon his right cheek. Natarn stared silently in fear as Ashaad moved his lips to speak,
"So quick to hurl insults, but when faced with death you plead for mercy""Wait! No I'm sor-!", before Natarn could finish the dagger sliced open his throat allowing blood to spray onto Ashaad's face. The nomad stood to face the now free villagers who approached cautiously as Ashaad wiped the lood from his face. One of them, the village elder, spoke first,
"Thank you, we owe you our lives but we have very little money to give yo-""Did I ask for money? You have horses. I need only one""O-Of course! Reema, bring our best horse! Quickly!", almost immediately a young girl ran off and soon returned with a strong obsidian black horse that obediently trotted over to his new owner with grace that made it appear to glide oher the sands. Once again the village elder spoke,
"This one is named Tala, she will serve loyaly. Wherever you go, she will find you". Ashaad bowed his head in thanks before mounting his horse and riding away, as he departed from the waving and cheering villagers a single thought entered his mind,
"Where to next?"