[Thattaman]

I've changed my mind for my character. He's still going to be the Shadow Assasin but he's going to be a Sorcerer with the Shadow bloodline.

Edit: Here he is.

Jacob Drex (The Shadow Assasin)
Male LE Human Sorcerer (Shadow), Level 6, Init +1, HP 24/24, Speed 30ft.
AC 12,(+1 Dex, +1 Deflect) Touch 12, Flat-footed 11, Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +6, Base Attack Bonus 3
+1 Dagger (4) +5 (1d4+1, 19-20/x2)
Dagger (24) +4 (1d4, 19-20/x2)
Abilities Str 10, Dex 13, Con 10, Int 14, Wis 11, Cha 20
Condition Darkvision 30ft.
Favored Class: Sorcerer 1st: Hit point
2nd: Hit Point
3rd: Hit Point
4th: Spell
5th: Spell
6th: Spell

Personality:

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Jacob rarely talks when on a mission and preffers to be solitary rather than with other people. He is a cold man who does what he does for money and a bit of sick pleasure. When he talks he keeps it short and keeping to short phrases or singular words, usually about the work he's doing. No one truly knows how he became such a cold man and anyone who asks about his past would not get anywhere but if you truly get into a conversation with him, he takes pleasure in other's pain and manipulates others to get himelf into a role of power. Few know his real name and tend to call him the Shadow Assasin.

Appearence:

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Jacob seems to fit into the Shadows, only coming out to strike a killing blow. His jet black hair seems to shadow the rest of his face but his blood red eyes that shine out of shadows which show something more than pure shadow within him. He wears cloak with four prized daggers in as well as two dozen mundone weapons and his many potions.

Backstory:

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Here I am. Killing another one, he was easy, he tried to scry to see if I was coming, but I could easily counter that. Before I entered the building, I just turned myself invisible. Staying in the shadows until he was unaware, that was the best time to srike, I reached into the shadows and pulled out a blade, the darkness was curling around my hand and my heart. I through one of my normal daggers into his chest and then approached he dagger sunk into his neck, where he gurgled a bit, while he still was alive, I took the chance to enjoy myself, I twisted, his eyes opened wide in pain, then he died. Like countless others, I ended his life before he could so much as speak. When you've killed as many people as me, it stops being special, I no longer learn their names unless I need to interrogate them and even them, I don't remember. But I wasn't always like this, no, I used to be a kind and normal person.

I was born, in a house in the country with just my parents, I grew up like a normal child, then they came. The shadow preists, they were raiding our farm, then they attacked the house both my parents died instantly and I thought I had the same fate, but they had different plans for me. They took me and did experiments on me, infused me with the power of the shadow and gave me magical powers. At first I was fine, I was released inot the world at the age of sixteen. I'd spent four years in the laboratary and with the rules on magic and my evergrowing ability, I needed to find a guild. At first I just didn't use my magic and tried to live like a normal person. I worked as a diplomat between guilds, pretending to be nonmagical.

But then it happened, I fell in love. One of the senior members of the guilds, she was beautiful and I instantly fell for her. We lived together for many years and got married when I was 22, a few months after our wedding I found her sleeping with another. I embraced the power of the shadow, I let the shadow preists' anger overcome me, I got all the magic stored inside me and lashed out; I killed them both. I tried to hide the corpses, but the hidden kings found out what I had done. They could have had me executed, for both not joining a guild and killing two people, but instead they employed me, they needed someone of my skills as an assasin. After that I let my past go including my name and became the Shadow Assasin.

Since then, I have killed many people and I admit that I enjoy my work, everytime I kill I think of her and my rage returns so I kill inflicting as much pain as I can in the last moments. Now I need to clean my knife before the blood encrusts it.