User blog:GrandMethuselah67/World-3 Character Sheet 1: Halfaerd Greenridge

Name: Halfaerd Greenridge

Aliases: The Unseen Hand, the Dreaded One, The Spectre of Death, The Darkwraith Asssassin, The Dishonored One, Son of the House Greenridge

Age: 24

Species: Half-Elf

Classes: Rogue, Fighter, Ronin, Assassin

Powers: Darkwraith Gift, Shapeshifting, Ninja Magic, Chi Manipulation, The Darkwraith's Eyes

Abilities/Skills: Gadget Usage (Magitek), Ninjutsu, Flowmotion, Gun Kata, Flawless Coordination, Enhanced Assassination, Enhanced Thievery, Special Ops Mastery, Enhanced Swordsmanship

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Affiliations: The Darkwraith Guild, Himself

Motto: "The mistakes of my father will not be my own."

Quotes: "Y'know that guy over there? Long ass beard, hairy as hell, short as hell? His name is Gregrakar Ironshield and he's a freaking dwarf. Dwarves are tough, y'know; their ale is enough to kill fifty men. But I'm going to go over there and I'm going to beat the crap out of him because he's one of the people who set my father up. They say payback's a bitch; but I dunno, it's pretty sweet to me."

"Sure, I'm an assassin. And a thief. Sure I steal from people shamelessly, but hey, it's all fun for me. Besides, the people I steal from don't even really need what I'm taking anyway. Think of it as helping the economy; I'm only doing what I can as a citizen of Othella, really."

"When I was eight, my father died. There, I said it. I had to grow up on the streets, stealing from merchants to survive. I got involved in some pretty dangerous stuff as I grew up, but I learned to take care of myself, to be independant. It wasn't long until the Guild found me. I had so much raw potential that they had to hone my frustration at the world into killing instinct, and it works. Now I travel where I want, kill when assigned to, and enjoy myself along the ride. Really, this is the best deal ever."

Theme: ~Killer Is Dead~ Chosen by the Moon

Occupations: Thief, Assassin, Adventurer, Ronin

Archetypes: Deadpan Snarker, Lovable Rogue, Big Ego, Hidden Depths, Jerk With A Heart Of Gold

Origin Story: Born in Lorthellanheim to a human father and an elven mother, Halfaerd lived the first eight years of his life in difficulty due to the stigma of half elves in both human and elven society. When Halfaerd was seven, his father's master was killed, and his father was dishonored. When he was eight, his father was killed and his mother abandoned him, leaving Halfaerd to fend for himself in an elven city prejudiced against him with only the few skills he learned from his father and the little inherent magic talent he had. A cunning boy, Halfaerd had little trouble outwitting merchants and stealing food or keeping away from the wrath of street gangs. When Halfaerd was nineteen, he was a full-fledged rogue, and the Darkwraith Guild, a secret society of assassins focused on chaos theory, recruited him. Now he's their hitman, killing whatever target they assign him, travelling to various planes, and enjoying the benefits of his lifestyle whenever it presents itself.