astealthrogue

RauchAndador. My name,from a language lost throughout time. I cannot give out when this language existed, because i was cast away from my planet, betrayed because they thought i was a monster. When i was 5 years of your human age, i hit the ground in frustration, because my mother would not give me a bike i believe,but when my fist connected the ground a cloud of smoke appeared, covering everything in a mile radius, pouring out of my hands was a deep black smoke, and in front of me lay too daggers., warm too the touch and inside was a wisp of smoke in the center it was glowing red. I hid these from my mother,a human named Reine, but not long after dissapeared. I’ve grown now,573 years later. I take the form of a 24 year old man,i do not support myself through a normal job,i am an assassin… my weapon of choice are two black daggers. My powers have grown since they were first revealed,i can morph into a wisp of smoke but my daggers will never leave my sides. I can step into the smoke dissapearing but all along being behind you,i can create a mirage of me, up to 600 is how much Ive attempted to create at once. Most of all, i can kill you. I wear a long black elegant robe and a blue cape with a black insignia taking the form of a dragon, curled around the same daggers i hold. I have a dark tan, blonde hair and blue eyes,i stand at 5’ 8". With a full leather armor below my robes,i am now learning necromancy, as well as other fighting techniques from a woman, so powerful she can make your heart stop before you have time to move. I must go now i have been assigned a new target, and whoever it is they will die by a blade to they’re throat. I can help you, and i will stand up for you,but don’t make a bad move…Don’t trust a rogue.