Gender: Male
Race: A Tervin in the body of a human
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Appearance: Standing at a height of six feet, Victüss has a lean build, with considerable but little bulk in his shoulders, his legs, however, are muscled and defined. His face is covered with scars, the clearest being a laceration from the left of his forehead dragged down to his right cheek, just missing his eye as it cuts across the brow. A short wave of black hair sweeps across his head and into a fringe above his eyes, which are silver-grey in colouration.
For armour he uses black dyed troll leather, which is durable yet susceptible to sharp objects. The weak points on his body, including his shoulders, pectorals, abdominals and forearms (gauntlets) are fortified with a thin plate of titanium: lightweight yet strong.
Character: Uncaring, selfish and cunning, Victüss has very little compassion towards those around him, which is understandable, when considering his occupation as a bounty hunter. His allegiance is only towards himself, everyone else is secondary, no matter their age, gender or race. Essentially, the Prince of Virulence is completely unprejudiced and somewhat enigmatic too, since everyone could be his target sooner or later. And he has learned to live knowing that one day, a price could be put up on his own head too.
As a fighter, the Tervin is agile, fast and calculating; he analyses the weakness of an opponent, in their style or armour, and uses his knowledge against them to kill quickly and efficiently. The only reason he adopts this tactic is due to the fragility and lack of strength the body he has possesses, making up what he lacks in power with brains instead. It’s brought him to be known as the greatest assassin around the area of the Sanctum; if you need someone dead, you come to Victüss.
He wields duel daggers, each with a razor-sharp serrated edge to double as a tool for cutting hides as well as throats:
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As well as six kunai, attached to his belt, tipped with a paralysing poison.
If you can catch him, feel free to throw a quest his way. If he needs to kill, he’ll take any pay; that’s how little life means to him.
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