Christian Vide
"Beware ye beware ye, ye marked for death.
Despair of the parden don't hold thine breath.
Lust not for the flowers in the gardens of foes.
Beware ye beware ye, of the Phantom Rose."
- Lullaby of the Phantom Rose
Appearance
Christian has a fairly handsome face with narrow but kind features, his eyes are clear and observant but always half lidded. He is strong for his build and very lean, like someone made a scarecrow out of bricks, his muscles are hard but he has very little mass.
His hair is unruly and cut short though it sometimes hangs over his eyes, but otherwise the rest of his body is completely hairless.
He dresses in casual civilian clothes, trousers with a button up shirt and a brown jacket. He has the look of a working man who gets the job done with his own calloused hands.
He's every bit the upstanding citizen, but if one were to look at him and gaze deep into those eyes... Any who recognize it see the eyes of death.
His hair is unruly and cut short though it sometimes hangs over his eyes, but otherwise the rest of his body is completely hairless.
He dresses in casual civilian clothes, trousers with a button up shirt and a brown jacket. He has the look of a working man who gets the job done with his own calloused hands.
He's every bit the upstanding citizen, but if one were to look at him and gaze deep into those eyes... Any who recognize it see the eyes of death.
Skills, Traits & Weaknesses
Bladesman: If it has an edge that can cut he can wield it with mastery, though he prefers lighter weapons.
Death From Afar: He has nearly inhuman hand eye coordination and an accuracy comparable to the finest Elven bow masters.
Acrobat: He's just as comfortable flipping through the air as he is running on the ground, gravity seems to be the only thing keeping him from flying, parkour tumbling and evasion are like child's play to him and his reaction times are off the chart.
Illusionist: He is skilled in a limited array of illusion spells.
Necromantic: He is learning techniques for using a limited form of necromancy.
Domestic Duties: He's learned carpentry, construction, gardening, cooking and cleaning and does them very well.
Death From Afar: He has nearly inhuman hand eye coordination and an accuracy comparable to the finest Elven bow masters.
Acrobat: He's just as comfortable flipping through the air as he is running on the ground, gravity seems to be the only thing keeping him from flying, parkour tumbling and evasion are like child's play to him and his reaction times are off the chart.
Illusionist: He is skilled in a limited array of illusion spells.
Necromantic: He is learning techniques for using a limited form of necromancy.
Domestic Duties: He's learned carpentry, construction, gardening, cooking and cleaning and does them very well.
Blank: He is completely emotionless, everything long ago beaten and trained out of him, there is not a single thought in his head that is influenced by distraction or feeling. He kills and feels nothing.
Uncanny: His physical attributes verge on inhuman. He has the strength to draw an Orcish longbow, the speed and footwork of a master fighter, and he is flexible enough to tie himself in knots.
Uncanny: His physical attributes verge on inhuman. He has the strength to draw an Orcish longbow, the speed and footwork of a master fighter, and he is flexible enough to tie himself in knots.
WIP
Personality
Outwardly he's a nice man, he would smile at you, say "good morning", help you get your cat out of a tree, be helpful in any way he can, laugh at a joke... But it's all a farce, all forced. He feels non of it, not joy nor sadness, pain or pleasure, anger or forgiveness.
He's a blank slate designed to kill, and that's who he becomes when the mask is dropped. A weapon, a tool nothing more or less.
He doesn't even feel enough to hate what he's become, but he still does his best to do the right thing. He keeps the dead part of him hidden.
He's a blank slate designed to kill, and that's who he becomes when the mask is dropped. A weapon, a tool nothing more or less.
He doesn't even feel enough to hate what he's become, but he still does his best to do the right thing. He keeps the dead part of him hidden.
