::birthright ::
[first | last] Quinton Aegis Verius
[alias] Crooner
[race|subtype] Hume | Demonite
[gender] Male
[dob] 10.06
[birthplace] Tellus Mater
[mother |father] Yakuza whore | Unknown |
::specs::
[age visual | factual] 17 | 19
[hair | eyes | skin] Raven | Hazel | Ashen
[height | weight] five foot eleven (5’11) | one hundred thirty (130 lbs)
[class primary | secondary] Spy | Martial
[occupation primary | secondary] Assassin | Intelligence
[status] Deceased
::armaments::
[attack] Nothing visible.
[defend] Common clothing.
::fable::
It is said that in some cultures, children thrown out -- unwanted. Whores pumping out children like a water well for the cravings of rich and powerful men. But it is also said that in some cultures, the born babe that does not squeal has purpose, as it knows the truth of silence and knows not to say much -- if not much is there to say. Leaders in certain Asian cultures find these small superstitions interesting and appease them as their deities command.
This is how Quinton was given life. Born of silence; born into the rich aspects of society; born to do ... terrible things. Horrendous things. Dubbed the Crooner by his handler, Quinton's sole task was to gain entrance into any household by courting and causing the ladies of the house to swoon. Etched with an unexplainable presence, said by some to be a demon, Quinton never found a house he couldn't enter by charm alone.
Even into the wrong places and wrong homes. His death was violent. And not quick. His handler abandoned him in the camp of his enemy. Unneeded anymore. Tipped off, the handler did to his nemesis. And Quinton's tortured soul was murdered by a set up. A justified death for a man who'd slain over five hundred confirmed victims...



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