Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-8674030-20140222053342/@comment-5735114-20140223214000

Name: Barolin Elmlock

Gender: Male

Race: Bosmer

Province: Valenwood

Costume: Blue robes with gold trim (Yeah, I'm a sucker for robes), accompanied by Dwarven boots.

Appearance: Medium length dark brown hair, in stark contrast to pale skin. Somewhat wiry build.

Age: 24

(BTW, I'm gonna include a short bio with my new character(s) now, 'cause knowledge is half the battle.)

Bio: Barolin, born into a family of locksmiths, was apparently destined for the most pointless existance imaginable. However, when his parents both died, he was forced to fend for himself. Having been exposed to locks his whole early life, Barolin was an exceptional lockpick, and thus became an accomplished theif. However, after about a year, he was forced to kill a man who was supposed to be killed by a small guild of assassins. Pleased by Barolin's work, the guiled took him in and trained him. He eventually rose to be one of the most feared assassins in Valenwood, known for using a mix of stealth, magic, and extreme brutality to eliminate his targets.

Fatalities:

-Like my Knife? (sweep distance): Barolin throws his Elven Dagger downwards, impaling his opponent's foot and pinning it to the ground. As the opponent is bent down, trying to remove the knife from their foot, Barolin preforms an uppercut, sending the opponent's head flying in the air. After a moment, the head falls down, right into Barolin's extended hand, completing his triumphant pose.

-Potency (jumping distance): After dipping his knife into a small red bottle, Barolin throws it at his opponent. It lands in their chest, causing them to scream in agony, trying to pull it out as the poison seeps into their blood. Barolin slowly walks up to the opponent and yanks the knife out, watching as his opponent writhes in pain before falling backwards, dead.

Warm Greetings (fullscreen distance: Barolin runs at the enemy, knife raised, before teleporting behind them in the last moment before contact. Turning around, Barolin taps his opponent on the shoulder. A warm "Hello", is the last thing they hear before Barolin's knife is impaled in their neck.