...Me... and him.
One thing... NO GLOMPING!
Said glomps are dangerous for Deugaro!
Holy water is to zombies, as kind human contact is to Deugaro!
Very, very bad!
Height: 6 ft 2 in
Weight: 150 Lbs
Motto: Slow to live, quick to die.
Appearance: Tall and sleek with a noticable air of professionalism following in his silent footsteps, one could believe he would disappear if you blinked. Deugaro displays the absolute height of silent killing in the world of assassinations, brought on by years of lonliness and his power of dakoon he became emotionally numb and thus able to kill without remorse or pity. His long raven hair flows freely down his back stopping just below the shoulderblades, while stray hairs hang limply over his tattered red headband. underneath his shirt is a pair of carefully arranged red wings that imitate a red muscle shirt and can only be proven wrong if one was to run their hands over them. His skin is darkened from the strong sunlight that warmed his bare body when he was eight and younger.
If one took a single glance at him you would assume he was just another "tough guy" coming to cause trouble. This is quickly proven incorrect as he quietly slips around crowds, disturbingly red eyes almost lazily keeping tabs on everything happening around him, a must in his line of work. People generally tend to avoid him if at all possible, only interacting with the assassin if absolutely necessary.
Clothing: His clothing is rather strange at first glance, as he wears a pair of dark pants that fit loosely providing freedom of movement, a dark shirt that sags slightly from it's tucked in position. He wears a pair of dark boots that look rather clumsy and heavy but he can run silently in them all the same. He also wears a dark crimson cloak that has a button at the top to hold it together and an additional strap underneath that and thick buckles on the shoulders to hold weaponry and traveling gear. Now wearing dark clothing would be beneficial in his job but where would the cloak come in?
Bright colors attract the eye, a diversion tactic.
He also wears an old red headband that has been worn down over the years that hides a terrible wound that never healed correctly. He wears no armor except for his left hand that is encompassed by a gauntlet. This piece of armor is the only container for his tainted left hand, that holds such a strong poison that he can cause someone to rot with a single touch. It is a simplistic black color with only a small hood of metal reaching up to the middle of his forearm. Underneath that hood is a series of spining locking mechanisms that ensure the metal stays on.
He carries no known weapon, prefering his summoned weapons instead. He uses whatever is best for the situation, though more commonly using his "Darkchains".
Being dakoon weaponry he can control their trajectory and force them to perform feats that could only exist in the most cruel of minds.
Bio: A phoenican forbidden to rise.
(Work in progress)