Myth Nightkin

Name: Myth Nightkin
Nickname: None
Title: Officially None, Lord's Hand
Race: Azaar
Age: 23
Gender/Sex: Male
Sexuality: Relaxed Heterosexual

Appearance: Under the mask Myth is a fairly attractive looking young man, his eyes look sad almost desperate, but also cold and judgmental, as if counting the ways he was planning on murdering you.
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 61 Kg
Build: Athletic bordering lanky.
Peculiarities: A thin scar traveling down his face over his left eye splitting his brow. Tattoo on his left wrist of the Herd of Caribou, the symbol of Clan Nightkin. A brand on the right wrist of the Crown of Nightkin. Otherwise his body bears the scars of training, and beatings received for past failures.

Likes: The small victories in life, the little pleasures, praise from his father.
Dislikes: Failure, failures, attention whores, long-winded people.
Personality: Myth is a servant first and foremost, the ideology that he's a hidden part of something much bigger than himself gives him to confidence to act with impunity. He's usually a man of few words, some of them may be deceitful, he believes in results all else be damned. A pragmatist at heart.

Goal: To ensure the status quo, to keep Clan Nightkin in good standing with the Azaar. Personally he seeks the approval of his father, Lord Nightkin.
Background:
Very few of those in the household of Nightkin would remember the bastard son of a maidservant, or the boy as he was quickly adopted into servitude of the family, most not even noticing as he fell into the background of servants, cleaning stables, and sweeping floors, polishing armor and weapons, and other menial tasks. The boys name was Tarris Gray, and just like his time in the background on of the castle he grew up as a servant never heard and seldom seen, and just like that the boy's mother passed away and Tarris' life changed.

Tarris was taken aside by the personal attendant of Lord Nightkin and his origins were revealed to him, he was the son of Lord Nightkin himself. However because of his humble birth he would never be able to take the throne as Lord of all the Nightkin lands. However as he was, Tarris was a threat, so it would be that the boy passed away with his mother.

But this was not so, as the Lord Nightkin's attendant, a man called Grim Garzon, could not harm a member of the Nightkin ascendancy, not even a bastard child, something else had to be done with the boy. Upon consulting with Lord Nightkin, Grim took the now nameless boy under his wing to be taught in the darker arts. Grim Garzon wasn't simply an attendant, he was the unseen hand of Lord Nightkin, and soon special trainers were brought in to train the boy, teaching him stealth, combat, deception, forging, sleight of hand, breaking and entering, and observation to name a few. All with an emphasis on results, and day after day of the abusive training the boy awoke bright eyed, and eagerly attended to every detail of it.

Soon the nameless boy was given a mask, a dagger, a brand, a tattoo and an order. He was given, anonymity, a means, the authority of the Nightkin nobility, and a target. In a week the boy returned with the head of a man that had been a thorn in the side of the Clan Frostwell, courting an influential daughter in said clan, in a bid to marry into authority. This was not permitted, and the nameless child took care of it silently without a fuss and most importantly, he was effective.

Soon Grim Garzon retired as the Lord's Hand and the job fell to the nameless young man that was behind the tales of a shadow that destroyed the enemies of Nightkin, of Frostwell, and of the Azaar. When any asked about the young man, they were dismissed that the masked man was simply a legend, a Myth. And soon the boy became known as the Myth of Nightkin.

Social Class: He speaks with the authority of Lord Nightkin, but has no social standing of his own.
Profession: Spy, Assassin, Saboteur, Shadow, Thief, Gopher
Alliance: Lord Nightkin, Clan Nightkin, Clan Frostwell, The Azaar people
Preferred Armor Type: Wears a light Chainmail shirt under his noble looking vestments
Preferred Weapon Type: Long swords and Great Swords, Daggers, Throwing Stars augmented with poisons, acid and liquid fire.
Preferred Fighting Style: On the Offensive, prefers surprises like ambushes and traps. On the Defensive prefers to keep his distance or use counters and feints.

Faith: None
Contract: N/a
Abilities: N/a
Tenets: N/a

Anima Flavor: Green (50%) Yellow (50%)
Anima Style: Anima is flash forged into weapons(like Swords) or defenses(like Shields) and obstructions(like Caltrops), usually in a cruciform style and form-factor. Or Anima drawn within to enhance Myth's speed, strength or perception momentarily.
Inventory: A Mask, A Dagger, A Signate Ring, phials of Acid, Paralyzing Poison, Sickening Poison or Liquid Fire, smoke bombs, fine wire, small pouch of currency.