Sharin Elkan

Sharin Elkan grew up under the tutorage of Garen Rook. A master that was cruel and kind. Every day was a lesson in coldness and mastering the merciless nature of taking life.

Twenty years of blood, never questioning. Every order given executed with perfect efficiency. That is a long time for anyone to be living that life. Sharin got to a point where boredom was setting in.

He started to make mistakes, only small ones at first. But then it grew and got to the point that it was leading to him getting wounded whilst out and about killing.

Then the night came when he found himself in the chambers of a priest of the Grey Wolf. They woke and eye contact was made, there was something in the beauty of the priest that caused the assassin to pause.

The mistake now made guards came running into the room and chased Sharin across roof tops and through ally ways.

Sharin made a full circle back to the epistle determined to finish the task at hand. But once more stood before the robust was unable to make it he strike. The smoke grey eyes locked out his own.

Something stirred in his heart, he couldn't bring himself to take the life of the priest and instead invited them to a midnight meal. In surprise they accepted.

From that night on Sharing became a blade for higher for those aligned with the light and the goodness it brings out in peoples. Hunted by Garen Rook and their assassins made an interesting life for Sharin.

On the day if their wedding to his priest love an arrow was loosed and the priest fell. Sharin didn't feel angry but instead was consumed with a bloody rage that none could match. All those responsible were to die.