Name: Drax Heron
Appearance: 5’ 9”, short black hair, right dark blue eye, left blackish eye
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Side: Light
Weapons: Short sword, light crossbow, dirk
Abilities/Powers: N/A
Talents: Skilled fighter and shooter, could defeat perhaps a dozen fresh out of training soldiers at once, although that might be stretching his ability and he would probably draw them into a trap in that case, could shoot a head from about 200 metres away, 300 for the body. Agile, could dodge an obvious strike or a slow/clumsy one, instinct could perhaps save him from something like a horse coming at him. Good climber, with armour and weapons is not as good as without, but can still climb a building, just slower and without any difficult manoeuvres.
Personality: Rough, possibly seen as impolite as he hasn’t spent much time around other people for a long time.
Biography: At the age of 19, Drax was recruited into the Assassins Guild, after murdering his father, and leaving barely any evidence against himself. He joined for the money, he was 19 after all. He slowly rose up in the ranks, from Initiate to Agent to Assassin, and eventually became one of their Master Assassins, next to none except the Council Assassins and Guild Master. His final assignment was to kill a family of farmers who had apparently poisoned a plantations crops. He killed both the farmer and his wife, but could not bring himself to kill their child. He let the child go. He later found out that these people had done nothing wrong, that the plantation owner simply didn’t like them. This was what made him leave the Guild. But, the Guild doesn’t simply let someone who knows so many of their members faces and their secrets, go. So, his life on the run started.
As he travelled he would help towns and townspeople with their problems from the truly wrong, be it bandits or raiders, or sometimes even pests (No, they’re not evil or whatever, but removing them can give you coin, just as the others can). Even though he’d taken all those quite possibly innocent lives year ago, the memories still haunt him, and he’ll do anything he can to redeem himself.
Coming to this new land was an absolute disaster. So, he’d had to revert to his old ways. He became an assassin for hire. There were only two things different, he did a thorough background check on his targets, and he wasn’t part of an organisation anymore. Slowly he became renowned by the shady people of the kingdom, as both an assassin, and, more known by less shady people, a mercenary of sorts. He still never killed an innocent, but he realised that, even though the people he killed were not innocent by his standards, who was he to judge? And still, he was trying to redeem himself for killing people, by killing other people. So, he quit his job.
He instead went looking for creatures of Darkness to hunt. He would pay for information on it, then he’d hunt it down, and destroy it. This became his life, and so he would not stop until he was dead.
Extras: Is haunted by nightmares. (Note, everyone seems to be assuming that I'm going with the royal assassin idea I had, this is not so.)
