Daxius Orion Shadowfire

Full name: Daxius Orion Shadowfire

Nickname: Dax

Species: Human

True Age: 29

Age: 29

Hometown: Vatican City, Italy

Status: Single

Organization/group: Vatican Shadow Aassasins

Rank: Blood Cross (third highest rank)

Eyes: Dark purple

Hair: Short Raven Black

Body: Slightly muscular, athletic

Distinguishing marks: None visible

Quirks/habits: Always checks the time, can't help but stop and play a game a chess, usually has a lollipop handy.

Darkest secret: Killed an innocent child by accident.

Fears: Getting caught, missing his mark, dying alone

Strengths: Hand-Eye coordination, languages, athletic, superior intelligence, stamina

Weaknesses: Candy, time checking, beautiful women, good food, innocent people.

Goals/dreams: To one day have a family of his own.

Skills: lock picking, dance, horsemanship, weapon master, linguist, sneaking, disguise, hiding out in the open (physical).

Powers: none

Spells: not allowed.

Inabilities: unknown. succeeded at everything ever tried.

Parents: none
[left]Sire: none
[left]Siblings: unknown
[left]Lover: many over the years, none that stayed.

Other: Cardinal Johansen.[left]


[left]Personality: What can be said about Dax? When on the job, he is a cold, calculating, determined person. Even when he is in character to get close to someone, his emotions are not easy to decipher. But when not on the job, he is one of the most caring and enjoyable guys to be around. Funny, intelligent, smart, and a pleasure to be around. Always uses the things he steals from those he kills to help out those in need. Though stealing is a sin, and he has grown up under Vatican rule, he holds no spiritual fronts. He is very open minded.

History: It isn't easy being an orphan with the church. One minute you are minding your own business colouring, the next you are placed in a room with many others like you and told you shall be learning how to be an assassin for the church. From the age of 6 until he was 18 he was taught to be a master assassin, taking out those that were detrimental to the church. He served his masters well, going all over the world to do the jobs needed. Political assassinations, religious assassinations. Being skilled in languages, he could go anywhere and speak with almost anyone. And if he couldn't, he had the money to do so. Though he was raised in Italy, he speaks perfect English with no accent. Usually got him into trouble while in the Middle East, but nothing he could never handle. Now, however, he was looking for a place to retire too. Away from Vatican rule.

RP Sample: The wind was blowing, affecting the way the shot was to be fired. This didn't matter, for it was only five hundred yards away. Were it more then that, the problem with adjusting to a cross wind would be apparent. But this target was not getting away. Oh no, not this time. For too long he put it off, knowing he needed more time with her. Had he grown too attached to her? Possibly, but that was irrelevant. She was a target, first and foremost.
How long had it been since he felt the cold hard steel of the sniper rifle? How many people had their lives cut short due to his favourite weapon. She deserved no less. Watching her through the scope, he smiled warmly. She was waiting for him, his letter in her hands. She looked so beautiful in her yellow sun dress, those red lips of her bringing out the crystal blue in her eyes. Oh yes, she was so very beautiful. Even the way her white gloves were upon her hands.
As the wind let up, the smile vanished from his face. Without another hesitation, he pulled the trigger. He stood up, not needing to see the bullet strike true to her exposed heart. He would be long gone before anyone knew she was dead.
And as the wind picked back up, the paper in her lifeless hands fell and carried itself upon the currents, never to be seen by anyone ever again.

C-Box name: Dax

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