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[hider= Ansgar Staudinger]

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[color=598527][b]⟡        ⟡        ⟡[/b][/color][h3][color=598527][u]    <  A N S G A R - S T A U D I N G E R  >    [/u][/color]
[sup][sup][color=598527]❰ MALE    [b]⟡[/b]    MISCREANT ❱[/color][/sup][/sup][/h3][/center]
[color=598527][sub][u][b]	A P P E A R A N C E				[/b][/u][/sub][/color]
[indent][indent][color=CCCCCC]Despite his armored, utterly concealed appearance and its battered look, Ansgar is not one for taking a hit. His frame is lithe and almost dangerously thin, moving with a grace that one would not think him capable of. Not an inch of his body underneath is exposed, where the thin, lightweight plate ends, smooth black body suit covers him, blending him well into the shadows he spent much of his remembered life hiding within. What might gain the most attention is his helmet, normally blackened when aiming to remain undetected, but glowing with a menacing red triangle when forced into a violent situation or when unconcerned with being seen, a typically rare occurrence indeed. After all, what good is a man of the shadows that has no qualms with standing out in the open?[/color][/indent][/indent]

[color=598527][sub][u][b]	B I O G R A P H Y					[/b][/u][/sub][/color]
[indent][indent][color=CCCCCC]Ansgar Staudinger remembers very little of what earned him a right to become one of the FateFallen, but he knows that he was a thief and murderer. That was it, and all he knew about the past. He assumes that he was a thief from his experience and ability to avoid detection, as well as a knack for figuring out where to go to avoid detection. As for murder, well, when found pushed between a rock and a hard place, his capability for violence seems to speak measures alone. What makes him feel most awkward is his pendent. It creates a strange feeling of longing in his heart, of loss and regret. For someone normally so casual about playing the games of life and death, such a feeling is foreign. Foreign and concerning for Ansgar, after all, such things normally do not reside in his heart.[/color][/indent][/indent]

[color=598527][sub][u][b]	P E R S O N A L I T Y				[/b][/u][/sub][/color]
[indent][indent][color=CCCCCC]Ansgar Staudinger sees life as a stage to be played, a game to be won, and a bet to be wagered. Not one for concerning himself with the grand battles against the Abyssal Void, he has little qualms with getting caught up in the whole affair. When pressed into a fight, he prefers to keep distance between him and those who prefer a brawl, yet will rapidly close the distance between him and those that prefer to stand off and use ranged weapons, adapting his tactics to exploit the weaknesses of his enemies rather than what he is most comfortable with, being the usage of his silenced pistol. If everything goes according to his plans, his marks won't have a chance to defend themselves, a lethal blade or unseen shot winning him without a struggle. He speaks with a subtle tone, speaking like a blueblood of old, despite being little more than a thief and assassin in practice, enjoying speaking like those who were often targeted most by his employers.[/color][/indent][/indent]

[color=598527][sub][u][b]	E Q U I P M E N T					[/b][/u][/sub][/color]
[indent][indent][b][color=db4b30]⟡ [/color]< Silenced Pistol >[/b]
[indent][color=CCCCCC]< While not the original weapon that Ansgar remembers having during his fragmented memories of the past, it serves effectively the same purpose. Giving him his favored means of defending himself, as well as picking off enemies quietly and letting him act without detection. So long as nothing goes awry, at any rate. >[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]

[indent][indent][b][color=db4b30]⟡ [/color]< Arm Blade >[/b]
[indent][color=CCCCCC]< Something built into his gauntlet, Ansgar has a blade that extends from his arm, extending from the palm to allow him a subtle manner of getting close and gutting some poor sod. Once again, he does not recall the origins of the weapon, knowing merely that it was not his original equipment. But, again, he hardly cares, it serves its purpose and that is enough for the Miscreant. >[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]

[color=598527][sub][u][b]	M I S C							[/b][/u][/sub][/color]
[indent][indent][b][color=db4b30]⟡ [/color]< Plain Pendent >[/b]
[indent][color=CCCCCC]< A rather bizarre, useless trinket that holds no purpose or value to anyone left in the realms, even before becoming Fatefallen. However, Ansgar cherishes the trinket and will never be found without it, regardless of what happens to the rest of his gear. He couldn't even tell another person why he cherishes it so, not remembering why, merely knowing it is dear to him and he will keep it close and safe, no matter what happens, and will go to the ends of reality to retrieve it should it escape his possession. >[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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