He was born in the midst of Death Valley where he learned to hunt and cook, as well as mend clothes from leather. He was never taught to read or write, nor was he taught much of anything. However, this young boy, around seventeen years of age, was seen as a troublemaker. He speaks to no one and only is seen roaming around at night. Wherever he goes, there seems to be a field of death that follows. He cannot be proven guilty of the wrongdoings or murders found while he's there, but there is certainly an aura of mistrust about him.
Wondering around this area taught him many things of the wild, and has kept him alive for a long time. His strength is relatively low compared to the others of his village, however his stealth and agility make up quite easily for what he requires in life. "Kill now, eat now. Wait for tomorrow, die tonight" he thinks to himself every thing he is hungry. Though he had a harsh childhood, his family name will live on. And he intends to leave his mark.
His equipment is light. A bow with arrows made of oak, a dagger forged from the steel his father used to make, and light leather-metal armor he learned to craft. (It's actually a mixture of bent oak with chain mail armor, wrapped in leather for comfort.) His little companion, a small grey female fox named Zii-Zii, hunts and eats along-side him, though there is never an actual bond between them.
His grey hair and black eyes should say enough he needs to have anyone think twice of talking to him. He doesn't like people, and won't hesitate to kill anyone. Male, female, adult, child, healthy, or sick, are all targets to those who approach him for any reason. He is a ration and thoughtful person, however he dislikes anything that looks at him the wrong way. His black hoodie and dark clothes make him appear ready for a fight every waking second, and as he hunts, any noise made or smell emitted will make him quickly assassinate the target.
A mercenary by heart, he will occasionally do the murder a specific target if the pay is good enough. For this type of fight, his armor and weapons change, depending on the target. His usually "assassin" gear will consist of cotton clothes for silence, and only one small steel blade in his arm, taped to the inside of his sleeve. (Can be thrown or used to stab.) Zii-Zii is usually with him on these missions, for she enjoys human blood. It is long thought by Vague that she was part vampire, but he never once questioned it. When she wanted to go somewhere, he let her follow.
A.K.A. For those that don't read it all.
Name: Vague
Nickname: Unseen
Gender: Male
Age: 17-18
Species: Human.
Abilities: None. I'm human, not magic.
Race Group&&Rank: Loner - Rank - Rogue. (Assassins)
Short Description of character: Read above.
Appearance: Read above.
Personality: Read above.
History: Read above.
Sample Rp Post: *He walks up the the tree in the center of the bustling town and sits under it, quietly taking out his family dagger and observing the many symbols along its blade.*
Other Characters: None for now.
