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Name- Auberon Itzal

Sex- Male

Sexual preference- Females

Age- Only appears to be in his early 20's but has never kept track of his age

Race- Dark elf and Vampire hybrid

Abilities- Auberon does not possess any magical abilities like many drows, instead, he uses raw skill in combat. His only true unearthly ability would be that by drinking copious amounts of blood, he can increase his already impressive strength to even higher lengths. By doing this however, should Auberon consume too much, he is likely to lose control and spiral into a frenzied rage. Auberon carries with him many weapons and tools to fight with. His most commonly used is his dagger which can secrete a powerful poison. Others would be his large sword, collapsible bow and strangle wire. By far his most useful tool would be the small hood type tunic he carries. When worn by Auberon, and him only, his entire body can become virtually invisible. With his hood up and face mask on, he blends with his background. If standing still, his appearance would only seem blurry, but even the simplest movement makes him more difficult to see. During a sprint, he is near impossible to spot. And if hidden in any shadow large enough to hide his body, he is but a ghosts shadow. Something that comes in handy in his line of work.

Height- 6.8

Weight- 196

Diet- Eats what most humans would eat.

Personality- Auberon had a very troubled past, one that left him severely emotionally crippled and detached. He can seem selfish at times, especially when a job is concerned. Though Auberon is very cautious of who he trusts, if he so happens to open up to someone he can be a very kind and fun person.

Bio- Auberon was born into a clan of Necromancer Dark elves. The clan was dedicated to raising strong and powerful necromancers, all pure bred Drows, believing they are the superior race. When Auberons mother became pregnant with him however, the father was in fact not a Drow. He was a vampire. The mother would sneak from the clans village to spend a few hours with this young vampire whom she had fallen in love with and after many visits, she eventually had fallen pregnant.
She feared that when the child was born, it would not appear as a normal Drow and the clan would sentence both her and her child to death. But, to her relief, upon the child's birth, she found he appeared no different then any of the other Drow children. She felt that it may be possible to raise him without the clan discovering her secret. However, all was not well. It soon became obvious that Auberon was not entirely clean of his vampiric fathers genes. He began showing signs of blood thirst, but this with easy enough to hide by sacrificing her own when they were alone.
The real problem began when Auberon came to the age he was to begin developing his necromancer abilities in school. When it became obvious he did not posses the ability to do so, the clan knew that his mother had broken one of their most sacred rules. Keeping a pure and clean blood line. For this, she was tortured and interrogated for an agonizing ten years, the clan wished to know who her lover had been so as to punish him as well, but she passed before muttering his name. Auberon however was not given the luxury of death. He was put into the slave trade. Labeled a mutt and not to be treated as more then dirt. All his childhood friends now despised him, as was taught to them by their parents and schools. Auberon had no one.
Auberon was bought and sold among the clan through out his entire childhood, beginning at the age of seven. He was sold to rich families and made into a servant, or to farmers to work in the fields. At last, after being given away numerous times like he was a mere item, he was sold to a man who ran blood sports, gladiator matches of sorts. It was here Auberon spent the largest time. Being forced into combat, to murder senselessly for the entertainment of others. It changed Auberon, leaving him emotionally cold.
It was at the age of seventeen after a particularly gruesome death match, Auberon sat alone in his cell. He sat on the cell floor in silence when he noticed a small river of blood creeping towards him from a pile of corpses laying only feet away from his cell. Auberon was almost constantly deprived of blood and most of what he received he had to sneak during a match. Auberon reached from his cell and dipped as much of his hand into the red liquid. He suckled on it, enjoying the small bit he had received. However, the blood continued to flow to him and eventually flooded into his cell. He began to lap it from his cell floor, taking advantage of this wondrous gift. It was a rather large pile of corpses and considerable amounts of blood continued to flow into Auberons cell. He continued to drink, finding himself unable to stop. After some time, Auberon had consumed what had to be near a gallon of blood. Once the last drop was removed from his cold cell floor, Auberon fell into an uncontrollable rage. In large enough amounts, it seemed blood had a strange effect on him. With a beast like roar escaping his throat, he thrashed about in his cell, unable to relent. It was as if the last ten years of his miserable life had released it's self in this one moment.
Auberons keeper came to inspect what all the noise was and was angered to find his slave acting as he was. Grasping a large club from off the wall, he opened Auberons cell, intending to teach the young Drow a lesson. Instead, Auberons rage turned to his keeper and was unleashed in full force. The keeper was no match for this blood rage and was viciously slaughtered within moments. Seeing an opportunity for freedom, Auberon took it.
After many years in captivity, Auberon was finally free, but not necessarily safe just yet. He was still behind the walls of this clan and until he was on the opposite side of those walls, he would not be truly free. Still running high from his blood rage, Auberon made his way through the city, dispatching of any in his way. Before long, he had finally reached the cities gates. After besting the remainder of guards and near impervious walls, Auberon was at last and truly free. He was able to live his own life.
However, memories from his past never left and he never could relieve himself of his anger and violent nature. So Auberon pursued his talent, learning new methods in the art of assassination. After years upon years of practice, he had become a undeniably lethal killer and a most infamous hired assassin. Being both of dark elf and Vampire nature, he has lived for hundreds of years seeming to go un-aged and further perfecting his profession.

Other- Auberon carries with him several items that he has both found and made during his many years, finding various uses from them all. Both to better himself and worsen his enemies. Auberon is fond of smoking, but only cigars of a rare elven plant. He is also one to drink strong alcoholic drinks, Scotch being his favorite.

Appearance-

Him in his normal attire


Auberon fully cloaked


Quote- "The only shadow that no one ever suspects... Is there own."