Post by ahbis-el on May 27, 2013 0:26:52 GMT -5
AHBIS-EL
Dark, 22, on and off 6 years
Personality: Ahbis-El has become very cold and blunt over the years, but killing for a living will do that to a person. He has found it irrelevant to interact with people due to him watching the world crumble on itself, and how his kin are treated. His diamond exterior only shows how much he's hiding; they say he even prays after his killings, now others would speak differently. He's very keen with his knowledge about the wilderness, being able to track down the strongest of hunters. Being discreet was just one of the many teachings passed down to him and something that stuck with him. Along with age came his Patience and what assassin could call themself one without knowing this, his humbleness didnt start to surface until his eye sight left him; making him feel useless as a weapon unable to find his target. HighElves to him are the scum of the earth and make his scales crawl. Having not spoken for years he is one of the few argonians whom speak Jel, and he does so often. Having Ahbis as an enemy is a death waiting to happen, having him as an ally is snake waiting to strike. History: Hatching under the sign of the Shadow, in BlackMarsh that meant you were to become an instrument of death from birth. At the age of 5 his training began, being thrown in a cavern where only the strong survived by killing off others for the little amount of food that was tossed to them. Being attached to the shadows became as normal as breathing, it also helped him finding food and staying away from trouble. As the hatchlings dwindled down in number he was faced with his first fight for survival, it ended with him straddled over another and bashing there head in with a hand sized rock. Passing him on to the next stage of darkness, His teacher Taloi introduced him to the art of sneak which caused him several scars as a child, his harsh training made it so his skills surpassed his masters in a matter of months. Making him the key pick for certain missions, after critiquing his skills his teacher gave him his first test at the age of 11, stealing a statue of debella which he had done with no folly. His next task however wouldn’t be so easy. Ahbis was small and frail compared to most of the hatchlings around him; He became more cunning and manipulative using his wits to his advantage. Playing the others against each other to get what he wanted, even having them take the fall on missions he needed pawns for. Being a 16 year old with this mind set already separated him from the group as a natural killer, as his grew his features even developed to his personality. Getting his first letter from his mother must have cracked him, she told him she'd became a maid for a Nordic family and hoped he was doing well; He never opened it. He found it exciting to kill, watching someone scream, kick; squirm as they try to escape the inescapable. His mind embedded with every face he ever killed or injured filled him with joy to say the least. His coming of age mission was one he thought he'd enjoy, traveling from BlackMarsh to Bruma,Cyrodill. His target was an imperial, whom has friends in high places. Once reaching his target he stalked him for months making sure to gather the information he needed for another man who was giving him double the coin he was already getting. Making his way into the man’s house he was greeted by several mercenaries, the house became a slaughter scene. Collecting his coin he quickly left back to blackmarsh but didn’t know what awaited him back at home, the invasion had begun. His night terror of something calling him wasn’t just fiction it was the Hist calling him to aid. At the age of 24 he finally made it back to blackmarsh to see the devastation that fell on his people, and he could do nothing to aid them. Being out on his own and out casted taught him the harshness of the outside world that he came to hate. A Letter was given to him months later after black marsh had slowly started to regain itself; it was about his mother being raped and killed by the nord male she cleaned for. This piece of information broke what little soul he had left, packing up everything he had he left he set out to find this man. Years he spent tracking what seemed to be an impossible target but it wasn’t so hard after he found a book on one of his side gigs "The Lusty Argonian maid" seeing this enraged him. Finding the fools house he stole away in his attic until nightfall and confronted the man of his actions but let his guard down for that half a second and it cost him his eyes, a dagger slashed him clean across his face blinding him. Not before he could end him with the very weapon he took his eye sight and mothers life with. Living out in the wilderness for 7 years trying to cope with not being able to use his eyes anymore, he relied on his more primitive sight to help him. Flicking his tongue he is able to see heat signatures and taste like his snake cousins. One night he was mauled by what seemed to be a wolf of some sort but he wasn’t sure, Travelers came across him and some never reached their destination as he needed supplies and the more he used his skills the better he became at his trade, killing was becoming more of his own insane jail. He needed to take a life, over hearing a man speak of needing someone taken care of and offered his service. His skilling in taking a life never left him and it seemed as if his eye sight never did either, soon he would make his way to the DarkBrotherHood and fulfill his right by becoming a member. Making his way to the Old Hideout of the darkbrotherhood he gave up on life seeing they had benn disbanded and stayed there calling it home because it was all he really knew, and nothing could stop him from wanting to do what he does best. Another year of his life passed as he worked from there and took missions on his own accord, charging above and beyond for his services. He trained every day of his life honing each skill to his full potential. Hearing that the DarkBrotherHood still exist he now battles with wanting to join them or keep to himself as now the world is different. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;] Character Name. Ahbis-El Age. 32 Race. Argonian Sexuality. Straight Faction, Army, or Allegiance. N/A, Netural Occupation. Assassian for hire, Teacher of Sneak Werewolf or Vampire. Werewolf Major Skills. One-Handed Skills: being trained in the art of killing he showed a love for using a dagger, not two like all fighters are taught. He only need one to take a life and protect his, any dagger in his hand was apart of him or better yet his soul. Lockpicking skills: Infiltrating a home or estate was hard at first by as the years passed he could pick a lock before one could blink or even breath. Pickpocket skills: He could steal the air from your lungs and give you back your last breath before you could say "By the Nine!" He never once paid for anthing in his life and at his age he didnt plan on it either Illusion Skills: one of the only skills he taught himself, while out on his missions he found potions to make oneself invisible. stealing books he read up on the subject and found a way to recreate it using magic. Sneak skills: Surpassing his teacher at a young age, he exploited his abilities by falling out of his mentors sight by being in plan sight. He had a nack for moving silently among the crowds, one minute he could look you in the face and the second you'd blink he'd seem to vanish Weapons, Armor, and Belongings. Fine Black clothing; torn and worn from isolation with a white hood to it Fingerless gloves and ripped pants. Ebony Dagger of Devouring Necklace with Hist sap that his mother gave him before he was taken for training to become an assassin |
