Posted by Khuur on March 1, 2000 at 14:34:17:
A slim human dressed in dark ominous shades stands before you.
No hair can be seen underneath the black leather bandana he wears
on his head. A black cloak covers his shoulders and flows down his
back covering what could be any number of hidden weapons. His bright
green eyes flicker with a keen intellect. A silk baggy shirt covers
this mans torso very well kept and clean. Many pouches are custom
stiched to his ebony leather belt filled with poisonous powders,
deadly darts and other implements of death.
The part of the role i actually got written and pasted in:
Khuur is an assassin that was raised in the dark alleys of galadon.
He had no role model or guardian to speak of. His only teacher has
been necessity. Though presumebly this dark hearted assassin has
had other teachers in his time. He believes the shadows themselves
have spoken to him and taught him of their purity and the destruct-
tive swath that must be cut through the sea of humanity. Near starved
on the brink of his own death, he had found truth he looked around
himself in the trashy gutter that was his life and a slight smile found
it's way to his lips as even here, he had found power. A new life
he has started, one where he holds more power than most can understand.
pt 2.
The profane.... everywhere. The hunt never ends, exactly how
i prefer it. The rotting skulls of the profane that i have
destroyed are cast about the onyx altar so that they may see
with their undying eyes the purity which they have forsaken.
The temple grows strong with the naming of the Voice. The
shadows have told me that such a time would come and that
this is merely the beginning.
** After i got named Flame, i really meant to add more.. but i was too lazy :)