Lestat De'vire

Upon the balcony Dante is unhappy, he's sat for hours waiting for his target and still he has not shown, he reaches into his cloak to check the writ once more. It is wet, the ink smudged acros the parchment and what looked an hour ago like the stinking barfly tavern could actually have read the twinkleing stirfry takeaway. tucking the writ back into his robe he looks out of the window at the bosmer fast food joint across the street. So thats where the target is? Dante walks to the door. It flys open knocking him off his feet, as a man that looks like he slept the night in the gutter barges in and shouts for a drink. His temper finally snapping he leaps to his feet and draws his dagger determined to make the Native pay, then stops through the open doorway he can see the target exiting the bosmer takeaway, cursing Dante leaves the bar and follows close behind.

Name: Dante Lestat De'vire, Race: Dunmer, Class: assasin (perhaps morag tong? you decide) History Ideas: Dante's the male without a father child of a Great house Matriarch and a lowly ashlander, his mother abandoned both he and his father when she ascended in rank. knowledge of his existance would bring shame and scandal into the great house councils thus she arranged the quick execution of these potential embarrasments, dante returns home from his hunting trip one day and finds his fathers yurt in flames, the scorched corpse of his father and his best friend (invent a suitable name) only recognisable by the silver medalions around their neck. after giving them an honourable buriel dante swears revenge on those reponsible, hey look tracks leading southwards lets follow them. After several months of travel the trail leads young dante to Vivec, here he keeps to the shadows lieading the life of a gutter thief whilst tring to learn more of his father's killers, until one day he picks the wrong pocket. The stranger should have killed him outright but was bemused that one so young and inexperianced was able to sneak up on him. Sensing potential in the boy the old assasin offered him a an aprenticeship, dante accepted and was inducted into the order. It has been several years, Dante is older, wiser, and deadly, stalking his targets across the realms with his fathers wolf amulet around his neck and his silver shortsword Kanderass at his belt he stands before Matriarch Magdalen of great house (you decide) presenting his completed writ he knows it will not be long before he earns her full trust and learns the identities of his father's killers. Meanwhile an all knowing Magdalen gazes at the young dunmer kneeling before her she could almost admit a mothers pride that her son has grown into such an effective assasin. she bites it back and hands him another writ, smiling, perhaps the next target will kill him? this character would have a range of skills both what he learned from the order and from his time as an ashlands hunter. kick around and test me yes?

Yet again the tavern door is blown wide open, much to the discomfort of those close by. The wind carries hail of raindrops with it before the newcomer closes it, the dunmer scans the room as he shakes down his robe. With soft calculated footsteps he moves to the bar seeming to glide rather than walk. He removes the hood revealing long silver locks framing his face, maybe it was once attractive but now it is weathered and rugged with years on the road, a jagged scar tears through the left eye and halts at the base of his neck, there hangs a silver amulet engraved with a wolf's head. he leans across the bar and speaks softly to the barkeep, whilst his drink is been prepared he looks over the room again. A silver shortsword hangs on his belt, bejewelled with an amathyst that seems flare every now and then with a mavelent power as if the soul entrapped within were pounding for release. An inscription covers the silverblade, it is clearly in the dunmer tongue but not readable from this angle. The bartender returns with a bottle. the Dark elf picks it up and drops a few silver coins on the bar before walking up the stairs to the balcony, There Dante Lestat De'vire takes a seat overlooking the crowd below. He sighs, dismayed that his target has not arrived yet, unhooks the stopper from his bottle and drinks.