GhostReaper

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

I just threw up something real quick. The good thing with the type of character he is, it is easy to kind of plug him in as if he was there all along but people just didn't pat attention to him haha. Also I'd say Joakim is the only person who knows who Gavin really is.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Gavin spent most of his day wandering the halls doing the bidding of his young master. But today was different, many of the lords were in the halls due to the recent death of there Duke. For some reason Joakim wanted to keep Gavin, a simple humble servant, near by. Gavin had done away with his usual smile. His face stern as he stood off the side beside Joakim. This was normal for him though, if there were no needs that needed his personal attention he was not far from Joakim. He looked around, he recognized every noble in the room, had met most of them. Though they had seen him many times, ask one of them his name. Most of the time they probably didn't even notice he was in the room. Nobles seem to be blind to servants, At least until they needed there wine glasses filled or there chamber pots emptied. Telth liked this, it meant he was unnoticed.

Soon Joakim was speaking, calling order to the room. Telth watched Joakim, despite the recent death of his father he kept himself strudy, speaking sternly. He was rather impressed and even a little reminded of himself at that age, both were forced to grow quickly and for that never had a real childhood, the only by the time he was by Joakim's age, Telth had already killed four people. Telth's eyes however looked over the crowd, watching them all, there reactions and movements. Soon a noble stepped out, Earl Redford, he was pompous fool in Telth's opinion. Despite that lashing he was a dog with no teeth, and if he really did try anything, Cregan was there. If he wasn't fast enough, Telth was. No the earl would hire somebody like Telth rather then do anything himself.

Much of the proceedings seemed to be going on as Gavin stood quietly. Watching others, they were speaking of things, that frankly he already knew of. You learned a lot when you were invisible, also though other channels that Telth had access too. Soon though these were over, and Joakim left. Gavin fallowed after him, he kept quite as his young master seemed to be preoccupied in thought, though that little smile was soon on his as he clasped his hands behind his back fallowing. He of course was mostly un-noticed by people, even though he stood at his masters side.

Gavin looked over out the muderhole hearing some one calling for Joakim. Soon he looked over to him, he was told to get his sword and shield as Gavin nodded "Of course young lord" was all he said before he was gone. It didn't take long for him to be outside, his coat on now as he handed the weapons to his lord. The cold didn't bother him, despite being from the falklands, he had to endure worse during training. "Is there 'Anything' you need of me m'lord" he spoke. His accent was a mix of nobles high speech and peasants slurred words. It helped cement his guise of Gavin.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Telth

Telth

"Always appear less then you are"

Full name: Telth
Titles: Gavin Simon
Social rank: none. Peasant
Job or societal position: Assassin, spy, Personal Servant for Joakim
Age: 28
Gender:Male
Appearance: He stands at 5'10 and dresses smartly. Being the personal servant to Joakim he is required to keep a certain level of presentation. Also he appears rather skiny, but his body is very well toned from years of training.

Personality: Gavin is a very happy fun loving person. When alone with other servants he is often found making jokes with them and is a happy person. When working as the personal servant to Joakim he often has a smile on his face as the age of his lord maters little to him. Though he knows when to put his carefree little smile away when important matters are being talked about. He is also very serious about his job, doing everything in his power to help his lord.

Telth is very different. Telth is quite and reserved, speaking only when spoken too and choosing his words very carefully, often taking a few moments before answering. He is ever observant, watching everything around him, assessing everything and everyone, from threat level to the quickest way to strike a killing blow if need be.

History: Telth in truth doesn't remember his true name. He has been an orphan as long as he could remember. Living in an orphanage in the Falklands children were often used for the criminal element. Delivering packages or messages, spying on people as the orphans were fore the most part ignored by people. The "Ring" was organized by one of the older children ,Rickard, who worked with the adults taking jobs and passing them down to the younger children. The boy was of course roped into this, and it wouldn't of been to much a problem, If you did well you were rewarded with food. However if you failed you were beaten by the older kids. Rickard was a cruel and sadistic person. He would beat the younger kids for no reason other then to prove that he was the biggest and the strongest of them all. The boy kept to himself, though did his job and tried to ignore what was going on.

When The boy was eight though things changed. One of his friends was beat to near death. She couldn't move for days, and Rickard ordered that no one was to feed her or help her. The boy ignored this and would sneak her food and bandage her up as best he could. He was discovered however and ended up having running, but he couldn't get away as they caught up to him and beat him. He was left to die in the streets. He laid there awaiting death when some one walked up to him "You just going to lay there and die" the man said as he looked up "no one is going to help you, you have to help your self". The boy didn't know what was going on, why would some one stop to just to talk to him this way. Was he really that cruel?. He started to stand up "That's more like it, stand on your own feet boy" Once up he looked at the man "You want to learn how to fight boy? You want to never be afraid again? I can teach you. But first you must prove that you are worth teaching" he told him. He wanted nothing more then that, so he asked what he had to do. It was simple really, find the people that did this to him, and kill them.

The boy agreed. But he couldn't just out right attack them, they were older, bigger, stronger, but they weren't smarter. So he came up with a plan. He knew how the operation ran, who did what and when they were vulnerable. He was quickly forgotten and used that to his advantage as well. Intercepting messages, placing false drops he was able to lure them out and ambush them. He picked them off one by one, killing all three of them. Once he was finished the man approached him again. He told him that he would train with him, and that the boy he was died the night on the street. Only Telth remained.

Everyday after that was spent training. Fighting, Poisons, stealth, spying, observation, Noble families, crest, orginizations. Every day from wake to sleep these things were beat into him, both literally and metaphorically. Though oddly enough though this man was the closest thing he ever had to a father.

After years of training and travailing with his mentor he woke up one day, what was odd was this was the first time he woke up with out there being some trap trying to kill him, some late night ambush. After a few hours he realized that his mentor was gone. As fast as that man came into his life, he was gone. Telth carried on though, he had connections, ways to get work. It wasn't like he was left with nothing. On a mission though he took a mission, to kill a noble men. On planing out his attack he learned that this target was planing the assassination of another, a young noble named Joakim. The noble was taking precautions, having gone to ground. Telth instead planned to assassinate Joakim himself, not to actually do it, but to catch the man hired by the noble to lead him to him. The plan worked, he intercepted the would be assassin before the attempt was made. What he didn't know was that he wasn't as stealthy as he thought. After he had dispatched the noble and accepted his payment. After that he was approached by a man, offered a more permanent line of work. Thus Gavin Simon was born.

Skills: Master swordsman, Poisoner, Stealth, Very agile, very skilled with daggers and throwing knives, also has training with most weapons. He is also very Observant, very little gets past him.

Dreams and fears: As of this day he has very little dreams or fears. He has nothing that he truly holds of any value.

Favored equipment: Telth's favored weapon is a curved single sided blade, throwing daggers and two daggers he keeps concealed. Also while on mission he sometimes uses a bow if need be.

Gavin, keeps very little weapons on him. Though he ussually has two throwing daggers concealed in his sleaves as well as two daggers he keeps hidden on him.
Extra: [this can be like an insignia if your character is a (former) noble, or a pet, or whatever.]

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

<Snipped quote by AtomicNut>

All that is fine. Take creative liberties - you don't want to ask me for permission 24/7 and I don't wanna answer it 24/7. If it makes sense - just go for it.

@GhostReaper it looks decent enough, maybe a bit too assassins creed-y but if you can promise you won't go around stabbing people while jumping through the air but be more like an actual assassin I don't foresee problems.

@Partisan

I won't lol. For the most part he is a personal servant/bodyguard to Joakim.

No man's land

@Affili Ok that should be fine

@AdvancedJ3lly And yes, though you have to play secret agent man when when investigating things haha

No man's land

Depends on the kind of shifter.

Devil's Storm

The dust was settling in a particular desolate portion of the wasteland, far on the outskirts of known society. Bodies laid everywhere scattered about most killed from gun shots. Well aimed holes in them, some of the bodies were worse off. Torn apart as if were hit by a cannon ball. There were several broken wagons as well one completely destroyed as parts of it littered the field. In all of this a dark figure walked. Covered head to toe in black, bandanna hiding his face as this large brimmed hat blocked the moon light from entering his face. Glowing yellow eyes was all that could be seen. Not far behind that was a horse walking, equally dark as those glowing red eyes looked around the field of the battle that preceded.

There was a groaning sound from one of the bodies a survivor leaning against a wagon coughing up blood. "And he rode in on a thick fog. Glowing eyes piercing through that veil of darkness." he coughed up more blood as he hand was covering a bullet wound in his stomach "I told them it was just a myth..you were just some hunter using the stories to hunt us. Some cheap spell to stir up a fog." He looked up at the drifter "So what now...you leave me here to die" he looked into those glowing eyes as they soon died down. The drifter looked at him "no man deserves to die this way, no matter his sins" Raising his arm he pointed that .45 at him pulling the trigger finishing off the man putting a bullet in his head.

This was something the drifter could never understand. In this world ravaged by demons, where everyday life was a struggle for survival, there were still humans that prayed on other humans. It all seemed so...pointless. These men had been attacking others, raiding caravans all across the wasteland. More lives lost that could of helped defend humanity. Soon though he could feel a pull. Something inside of him stirring, the demon side of him could sense the bloodlust, the massacre. It was a horde, a very large horde. He had never felt something like it before, so many demons amassing. ShadowMane had walked up behind him. Grabbing his reigns he hopped up onto the saddle as he looked in the direction. There was another feeling inside of him urging him to go towards it. "I know father" He said as he whipped the reigns and soon Shadow mane was off running in the direction of that horde.

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Two weeks had past since that feeling he had that night. As the sun rose he brought ShadowMane to a walk, soon over the horizon he could see the outpost, or former outpost. The place was a ghost town, it wouldn't be long before the hunters form the capital came to this place. There crude methods destroying any evidence, any trace of what happened here. Bringing his horse to a gallop he rode to the edge of the out post before getting off. "Wander, and stay hidden" he said as ShadowMane ran off into the waste land and Drifter walked into the outpost. Looking around at the rubble, the senseless loss of life. Bodies were stripped and devoured, Reaching down he placed his hands on the ground. The area was still ripe with demonic energy, like a lingering stink. He could feel the bloodlust, the violence. "But was there a Lord involved is the question" he stood back up wandering through the town.

Soon he lept off the ground, landing on a roof top he looked at the casing on the ground. leaning down he rubbed his hand on the roof. Powerful magic, a skill full hunter was hear. Fighting for people to escape, he looked over s he could see the blood stain of another. People fought for there lives here. Fought so others could survive. Standing up he closed his eyes sniffing the air. The stink of demon, it repulsed him, at the same time...It was family. "How were we born of this" He knew his father felt no real emotions towards humans, but neither did he care for senseless violence. Soon though he looked over as a train was pulling into the near by station. He would stay out of site for now, watching the hunters.

Operation Shadow Sabre

lol he did...but light aready put Saf in the 05 slot on the OP post for characters. so he just needs to put it back at the 09 slot.

Devil's Storm

Cool beans! Yea it wouldn't have any of the "Bond" It is bound to him and controlled by him. Pretty much it is slaved to him.

Devil's Storm

Drifter will just show up and be all...CAUSE I'M BATMAN!!!...I MEAN DRIFTER!!! lol side note though, I was thinking his horse would be a demonic one that he has bound to himself. Then i saw glyph had one, Was curious if you wanted that to be in his profile or it just sort of be a thing.