Xavior Woodrow
Senior Assassin Xavior Woodrow
An Assassin born of Leodrihtum from a long clan of Assassins. Silent and reserved he usually only talks when necessary. An agile fighter with many tricks up his sleeve.
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Gender
Male
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Dirty Blonde
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Turn of events
This was quite the endeavor. My companions decided to use an odd drug, and noticing its activation, I slipped out of the window and used my hood as a mask instead, then the group began to attack each other right in front of me, and one of my comrades, RedBelly, threw himself out of a window. One of our larger teammates, Knose, managed to nearly kill me with his bare hands, I felt I had to defend myself from him. He is quite strong indeed, one thing this group provides is great protection at the cost of great hi-jinx and misfortune on occasion. I am unsure if the creed would be happy that I have become a member of this small party, but they have accepted me very well into their group and, for the most part, respect my views and morals even if they act quite outside of my code. They have yet to force me to do anything I wish not to do. I am unsure, if we travel close to home, I may return to the creed even if for a short period of time. For now, these people are m friends, and maybe even another little family, a word I have never understood until now. Though I view them as immature, they have their uniqueness, and all understand what they are doing most of the time, and unlike most who view our creed as A harbinger of death, they view me as a welcome addition, and for the most part seem to trust me, a deceptive assassin. Either they have a bad perception of trust, or they are really good at reading people.
Odd Adventures Await
We returned from a world I have never seen before. A place known as the Penrose, I believe they called it. This world was unlike anything I have ever seen, evil forces work within. But true to my code, bow to no kings, worship no gods. Nothing within swayed my mind or beliefs, but it makes me question my companions on this little adventure, their priorities and intentions. These people seem trustworthy but with their antics, I fear one day one of their names will return into my life if I move on, in a less than favorable way. I am unsure if my duties to the creed or these new friends I have made are choices I wish to make, but I know what my choice would be. But once we left the world, we arrived back in our world, and upon this we met a blacksmith. Possibly I have become too comfortable, I handed over my hidden blade for improvement. I write this now in a fancy hotel, with these men I call friends. What A ride so far.
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