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First name, Middle name, Surname: Sylvos Azeron
Race: Night Elf
Class: Rogue
Any Special Title: The Insane
Nickname: Sneak, Blades, Killer (other dark denizens call him killer)
Age:334
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 160
Eye Color: glowing yellow
Hair Color: Dark green
Skin Color: Purple
A brief general description: Long green locks of hair cascade down over broad shoulders. Leather armor clad tightly to a muscly frame. Only one eye glowing as a patch clung over the one, by no means did this hinder as he still had both eyes working properly. Two daggers hung at his belt blood having stained the steel long ago, never to be cleaned again.
He generally wore a scowl and kept to himself, avoiding everyone unless his business would be furthered by others. His pouches more often then anything held herbs and such for poison, not so much in the way of gold. He'd make sure anyone who was on the end of his blades found out why he was known as "Killer."
A brief history: Sylvos was born in Darnassus but because he was taken captive and forced into labor by certain members of the opposing faction. After some time in slavedom he found himself more apt to survive then to live and after honing himself with certain tasks, he lashed out against his captors and escaped. After this he decided it was too late to go home and choose to remain shrouded by the shadows. He took on the daggers as his tools and began to work his way to the top of the assassin trade. Now among the top names, he keeps low to avoid any fleeting glances and almost never works with others, they just seem to get in his way. Truly an evil figure, he'll kill anything or move any obstacle in order to complete his tasks.
Race: Night Elf
Class: Rogue
Any Special Title: The Insane
Nickname: Sneak, Blades, Killer (other dark denizens call him killer)
Age:334
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 160
Eye Color: glowing yellow
Hair Color: Dark green
Skin Color: Purple
A brief general description: Long green locks of hair cascade down over broad shoulders. Leather armor clad tightly to a muscly frame. Only one eye glowing as a patch clung over the one, by no means did this hinder as he still had both eyes working properly. Two daggers hung at his belt blood having stained the steel long ago, never to be cleaned again.
He generally wore a scowl and kept to himself, avoiding everyone unless his business would be furthered by others. His pouches more often then anything held herbs and such for poison, not so much in the way of gold. He'd make sure anyone who was on the end of his blades found out why he was known as "Killer."
A brief history: Sylvos was born in Darnassus but because he was taken captive and forced into labor by certain members of the opposing faction. After some time in slavedom he found himself more apt to survive then to live and after honing himself with certain tasks, he lashed out against his captors and escaped. After this he decided it was too late to go home and choose to remain shrouded by the shadows. He took on the daggers as his tools and began to work his way to the top of the assassin trade. Now among the top names, he keeps low to avoid any fleeting glances and almost never works with others, they just seem to get in his way. Truly an evil figure, he'll kill anything or move any obstacle in order to complete his tasks.
