Astal Redknife (AerhÃril)
Gender: 2
Race: Men
Height: 5'6
Age: 16
Family: Two parents, a sister
Animals: A horse, which he only uses when he has to.
Weapons: Two very sharp daggers, which he holds in his left and right hand. He uses them to cut and slash at his victims, often wounding them several times before finishing off the job, or leaving them to suffer. This fate is often for those he kills for sport. He never lets them scream, and at most times while working he kills people silently and swiftly.
Personality: Cold, unpredictable, dangerous and weird: Astal has a very strange presence which many are unsure of. He never speaks as he chooses not too, and is very quick to act sharply. He seems to enjoy every second of his time in the order, and loves to kill people for fun. He makes a sport of killing those he likes when not assassinating one for his superiors, but uses a very swift method while working. He is cruel and is not willing to communicate much with other members of the order. Because of this many are weary of him, and some even are fearful of his capabilities and unknown past.
Appearance: Short, and of light build, he uses speed to overcome his lack of strength, and to kill enemies before they have the chance to hurt him. He has short dark hair, a pale face, on which he always wears a smug crooked smile, however small it may often be. He has large blue eyes which tend to stare, but are sharp- and seem to see through everything they look upon. He wears a dark jacket and cloak with light shoes, and a thin belt which he keeps his two weapons on. The rest of his wear is dark also. A chilling presence determines that Astal is not one to be messed with.
History:
As he has never spoken to anyone, no one knows where he came from. He only came to join The Order when he was found by some of their members, after he had killed several men that The Order was due to assassinate.
Astal came from Minas Tirith, but his thirst for blood meant he was forced to leave after killing a list of six people, one of whom was his best friend. His family of course believed his innocence, but Astal refused to speak in court when questioned about the murders. His father was the one who then helped him to escape, pleading with him to flee the city and start a new life somewhere else, free of trouble and bloodshed. Astal did this, but did not end up start a new life. He just continued on with his old one. Soon he was wanted in almost every town, city and realm for serial killings, just when he was 15. Some say he is mad, with an evil glint in his stare, and given he is unpredictable also this summery could be a close one. Some of the friends he had known however before joining The Order had known that every time Astal killed one person, he felt he would be left incomplete without killing two more.
Now sixteen, he has ended many lives in the year that he has been with The Order, even more than he was ever asked too. Often gone for days at a time, he always returns with bloodstained clothes and dirty weapons. Always, with a smug smile and still stare on his ghostly pale face.
