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Name: Valarin Skylshaen
Height: 5' 11"
Eyes: Ice blue
Hair: Long, reddish brown
Build: Lean, sleek, well muscled, a fast fighter.
Age: 18
Occupation(s): Assassin, Bouncer, Wanderer
Weapons: 5 hidden knives, longsword, a crossbow, and an odd form of martial arts.
Agility: Lightning fast, almost god-like speed and eyesight as good as any hawk.
Family: Father was a Royal Guard in the old Lords House, mother was a seamstress. Siblings, none.
Personality: Quiet, polite, and actually very nice despite his upbringing and occupation. Valarin is anything but cold and unforgiving, but he is very suspicious and very self righteous, believing in the truth above all else to the point that he can be manipulated by those who seek his skills.
History: Raised by his father after his mother died of pneumonia, his father abused him mentally for not being big, for not being manly, for not being like him. Being unable to wield a broadsword like his father, and since his father would not give up on Valarin being a fighter, his father, whom Valarin never names, sent him to a man who taught the young eight year old the art of killing with speed and the swift, deadly, strokes of a longsword. While his new master was kindly, he too was ruthless when it came to training, and never gave a word of approval, in this way Valarin was trained to be a swordsman of incredible speed, talent, and skill, while never once acknowledging it, nor even thinking about it, leading him to rarely make mistakes. While the training did much for his body, Valarin never had a chance to be a child, and when his father was murdered by the new Lord himself for trying to save his former Liege, Valarin vowed revenge. But not out of love, or for his father's memory, but because the new Lord was wrong, and that was all the young Valarin had, a sense that though he was miserable, he was doing right, he would be able to help people, be able to bring justice.
So when the then 14 year old met up with a group of malcontents who also had grievances with the new Lord, he readily joined their ranks, and when the leader noticed his skill, had him become the group's top assassin, taking out the Lord's business associates, his friends, and once, the Lord's mistress. Blinded by the group's, now called the Fang's of Truth, greed and corruption, for four years Valarin continued his misdeeds without thought or conscious, becoming a killer totally against his former nature. But after the murder of the Mistress, a seed of doubt was planted in his mind, and it continued to grow as newer, different orders came in, orders that went against all that the group originally stood for. Now, after the assassination of a well known businessman, his personal guard, and a well known master of a now extinct swordmanship style, Valarin did some research, and found out that he had killed a man completely innocent of what the leader of the Fang's of Truth had told him. Sickened, he still stayed loyal, and waits for new orders, but instead of carrying them out, he intends to study them, and discover if what he is doing is really right.
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Pets:
Black Friesan Stallion
Brelome
2 firlizards
Snow Atalante
Blue Lothran
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