Name: Keith "The Butcher" Murry
Class: Assassin
Gender: Male
Appearance:
His face is handsome, elegant, and most of the time, brutally cruel. Medium long black hair, high cheekbones, green eyes. A savage smile dominates his face, contorting it to near beastial shape, the last thing many men have seen, or many more have missed.
Personality: Desensitized by a career in killing, he is a fan of gallows humour. Comic relief for the devil. He rarely takes his job seriously, and wouldn't have been chosen if not for his obvious skill in the killing art. Some go as far to say he enjoys it. His disdains the use of special technique or nifty gadgets, instead going with a simple dagger. Keith believes eastern weapons and hidden blades far too flashy to be practical. That is not to say his skill with any other kind of blade is dimished. He knows three types of sword play and has practiced everyday since his youth with every weapon imaginable.
He differs from his fellow assassains as he prefers direct assault, slaying the guards and leaving a trail of bodies behind him. Using climbing and free-running to get as far in as is easy then fighting his way in. He is forbidden most of the time to do this, as collateral damage is high, yet there are some missions in which there are simply too many guards and too little handholds to use stealth. At this, Keith excels.
Brief Bio: Some say he was born with a blade in his hand. He has a brutally quick and dirty fighting style, mixed, a result of several training masters from all over the land. More honorable fencers blame their losses his dirty fighting style. Tackles, kicks, punches, once, he even threw his sword, to the chagrin of his master.