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Birthday:: 1991-07-30

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Registration date:: 2008-01-18

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Fantasy :: Name: Sisilik Title: Sisilik the shadow. Gender: Male Race: Kapak draconian Height: 5ft. 7in. Weight: 153 Age: 27 Hair: n/a Facial hair: n/a Eyes: Dark red with black empty pupils. Build: Very slightly built, best suited to blend in with the darkness. Complexion: Dark red scales that get darker as they nears his head. Voice: Quiet and mysterious. Weapons: Two long dark bladed daggers forged of an unknown metal. It is unknown of he carries any other weapons, but if he losses his daggers he always seems to be able to pull another blade out of his cloak. A set of five perfect throwing daggers that don't even make a sound when cutting through the air that are hidden all over his body. He also carried a simple kit that includes a padded grappleing hook, a lockpicking set, and many vial of poison for food and drinks that disappears instantally with no trace of it left, not even smell.. Clothes/armor: He normally wears dark leather armor so he can still have freedom of movement, and over this he wears a dark black trench coat, complet with a hood, that he normally uses to cover up his armor. The strange thing about his appearence is a bandolier arond his chest and back that has many vials covering it. The vials glow with a soft green glow, and he never tells what they are filled with, but its pretty easy to think of what they are filled with. He often folds his wings close to his back so they look like a ragged cloak, just in case hes traveling in an area where draconians arn't welcome Alligment: None. Mercenary after leaving his homeland in search of more excitment. Magical spells: None. But worryingly he seems not to need any. DoB: Unknown, he never tells anyone. Personalitly: Secretive and sneaky, rarely talks to anyone unless its to tell his target goodbye. But when faced with more then two fully armed opponents, he would rather live and run, then chance dieing. Strenghts: An extreamily good assassian that has never failed a mission. He is also a very good fighter against one or two opponents. Useing his speed as his greatest advantage. His natural ability to produce one of the most lethal poisens in the land is also a great advantage. Even amoung other Kapaks his poisen is unaturally strong. With only a small flick of his tongue on his dagger blade can kill a fully grown man in a matter of seconds. Weakness: If he is caught he will somtimes panic, leading to rash decisions, which has almost got him kill several times. He is also a coward at heart and will run from his kill rather then fight the reincenforcements. Fears: Being cornered by a large group with no escape. Dislikes: Any who his employer dislikes. He dosn't really hate anyone. Backround: After being born he was quickly taught how to be a killer, and after many years he soon became one of the best. But Sisilik soon grew bored with the megar opponents he was facing, so one day, just after his 17 hatching day, in the dead of night, he ran from his home. He hasn't looked back since, and soon found profitable work applying his skills to the work of others, and hes loved every second of it. The thrill of the kill, the cloak of the night, and the screams of those who find the body.

Sci-fi :: Name: Ollan Sira. Title: His only titles are those his bountys give him before he kills them. Gender: Male. Race: Human. Height: 6 ft. 2 inchs. Weight: 174. Age: 28. Hair: Dark brown. But it is often hidden by his helmet. Facail hair: Brown mustace and light brown stuble from one ear to the other. Eyes: Light blue. Build: Slightly muscular. Complexion: Slightly tanned skin. Voice: Arrogent and normally quiet loud, only in his presence of his employers dose he talk normally. Clothes: Light skin tight clothes over which he wears a full set of dark black Composite armor. The only other color is his right shoulder is covered by a red peice of composite armor. Only a chosen few know why it is red. But when he isn't bounty hunter he normally wears a black deasert jacket with red outline, black ribbed pants, and black hide boots. Alignment: Neutral, but normally takes jobs from the empire, they pay more. DoB: Even Ollan dosn't know the date. Personalitly: Arrogant and very sure of himself, but theres no denying that he is very good at his chosen profession, and will gladly prove it. Strenghts: He is a extreamly good shot, and is very good at fighting close up, with a weapon or his fists. But his major skill is his abiltly to imporvise, many times he has fought and won against armed opponets, armed with only a long stick, or a sharp peice of rock. Weakness: Normally quick to anger. Also he has only ever fought one Jedi, and it still remains the only bounty he failed, so his only weakness is that he cant use the force. Fears: Being caught off guard by a force above ten without his trusty carbine or being attacked by a Jedi/Sith Dislikes: Bounty hunters who dont take pride in their work, or hunters who cant back up their storys, and of course Jedi. Weapons: A Firestar-10K carbine taken from one of his first bountys. A hand made Stun batton that Ollan can change the power of, from light jolt, to lethal shock. While not bounty hunting he normally carries a DL-10 heavy repreating blaster pistol in plain sight. Backround: Born on Courasant and left on the street as a young boy he grew up as a begger. But living on the streets was dangerous, and Ollan took this as a challange, fist-fighting with all the other's. One day, when Olan was 15, a man saw him figthing a 20 year old, and was impressed by the young boys skill. The man took him in as his own, and Ollan soon found out he was a Imperial lutient, and taught Ollan everything he would need to survive. But one day he left Ollan to go on a attack and was killed. Ollan knew what he would want him to do, without sheding a tear for his dead mentor he gathered up his old armor and all the remaining credits and started bounty hunting. Since then he has continued this dangerous profession, becoming one of the best, with a 99.9%(Dam that Jedi!) success rateing.

Wild :: Name: Faclan. Non know his last name. Title: Council ShadowWalker Gender: Male Race: None are quiet sure, but people beleive he is some rare reptilian race, due to his tail and hissing voice. Height: 6ft. 0in. Weight: 190 Age: Unknown Hair: None Facial Hair: None Eyes: His eyes just seem empty when he looks at you, only if you look really close can you see the slightly lighter shade of his pupils. Build: Thin to blend in with the darkness yet he had proven himself very strong. Complextion: (See avatar) Voice: Hissing and quiet Clothes: His clothes are quiet simple, skin tight black clothing over which is a long flowing black cloak which gives him the illusion of floating across the floor Other appearance: His tail extendes about four feet behing him and get smaller into a point at the very end. Weapons: Unknown the precise weapons he has, he seems to not need one most of the time, if he needs to kill anyone they normally just seem to drop dead with no signs of why. But if battle approaces he is normally seen with a very long curved sword of unknown orgion. Sword: http://www.digital-eel.com/scans/images/swords_yatlass_big.gif Armor: Faclan only ever dons armor if a battle is approacing. This armor shines darkly in even the brightest light and covers his entire body, includeing his tail. The armor is beleived to be chain mail covered in very light plate armor. But it shows no signs of ever being damaged, even though the "Shadow sword." Has been in excistence ever since anyone can remember. Job/Class/Occupation: House of Shadow leader Type of magic: Though he uses magic it is unknown his full range of them. DoB: Unknown Personality: Very quiet and secluded. He rarely talks to anyone unless they are in his house or one of the allied house leaders. But he uses this to his advantage, because of this not many can get close to him besides those he trusts. This is one of the many reasons he has stayed alive for so long. But he truely only trusts The JadeTrickster, they have known each other a long time and have helped each other out more then once. Strengths: His ability to move completly silently even when running. That coupled with his skill in espionage, assassination, and being able to read peoples movements has kept him as the house of shadows leader for untold years. Weaknesses: No-one has ever found anything that can weaken him. Fears: No-one has ever found anything that he fears. Prejudices: None known Background: He has been the House of Shadow leader for a long as anyone can remember, even the historical information has always had him as the leader. Some even beleive he was the one who started the house. On this Fac says nothing. Fac has never spoken of his past to anyone, it seems that he has just always been in this world, and shows no signs of leaveing it any time soon.