Occupation:
Assassin (primary), Bounty Hunter (secondary)
Strengths:
Intelligent & Analytical ┃ Awareness & Danger sense ┃ Fit ┃ Combat trained ┃ Stealthy ┃ Transmutation
Weaknesses:
Perfectionist ┃ Lone wolf ┃ Youthful confidence ┃ Drawn out fights ┃ Being taken by surprise ┃ Being outnumbered ┃ Inexperience
Description:
Levente stands at 5'10, and has a lithe, wiry form. He has a striking form of ghostly pale complexion, snow white hair, and sky-blue irises, which is rather eye catching even from afar. He is long limbed but not gangly, as he has a decent yet compact musculature. He walks with ethereal grace, and nearly soundlessly. While Levi acts in a relaxed manner (unless met at a critical point on his mission), there is a certain efficiency and pragmatism to him, as there are little to no wasted movements in his actions or words. His delicate appearance is belied by a subtle air of danger; while in day-to-day life, most will not feel anything amiss, those with keen senses would know that not all is as seems.
Personality:
Levente is an adventurous soul, and despite his macabre profession, at times exhibits an almost childish wonder. He enjoys simple things, like seeing amazing sights, having good food, exploring cities and nature. The unknown and unresolved mysteries of the world inspire his curiosity and delight. Sometimes, he wishes he were freer, but Levi is an Empire's man through and through. He is dedicated and duty-bound, never asking needless questions. On the one hand, he views what he does as a necessity; a job someone has to do, and he just so happens to be very good at it. On the other, he genuinely believes that he is working towards what is good for his nation.
Either way, he has no issue acting as the heartless killing tool when required. It can be quite eerie when Levi gets into his assassination state of mind. He is calm, cautious, and calculated, yet fiercely intent as he focuses on one thing and one thing only; ruthlessly extinguishing the life of his target. The contrast when he returns to his 'normal' self is rather startling. He doesn't seem bothered by the killing at all, though won't exactly discuss it either. Levente clearly has his own goals and desires, but pursues them within the boundaries of what is permitted to him as an Ashir and as a subject of the Empire.
He is fairly causal when interacting with others. Levi has always considered himself special, as even among his own kin, he's proven exceptional. Because of this, he may come across as impolite, rude, or arrogant. He sees little issue with that, as he feels his competence more than makes up for it. Levente has a cheeky and mischievous side to him. He may tease, offer biting comments, or even play petty pranks. Of course, he knows the time and place for antics. When he has to appear professional, he can adopt a poker face like no other. However, he is at his most serious in life and death situations, where his change in disposition becomes obvious.
Guide:
Serife is an adult Ashir woman, whom Levente had been assigned to upon his graduation at 13 years of age. She's a strict woman, but he's always appreciated that. If anything, the short period when she'd treated him more warmly, practically coddling him as if he were a child, was far stranger for him. He has always assumed that his first accomplished mission is how he'd earned her true regard. Nowadays, she often acts as if he were her subject, but he knows he can talk back some as long as he gets the job done. She is one of the very few people he considers a superior. However, since she's declared him independent, he's been pushing to be treated as an equal. Sometimes, their prideful natures clash, but Levi usually ends up giving in sooner or later. He does admire his guide, after all, though is reluctant to admit it.
Bio:
Levente was found beneath an aspen in a cold, mountainous area during winter. His finder unearthed him with the help of a group of pilgrims. Even with the Elders predicting there might be Ashir in that area, those who'd sought him out had no easy task. It was a miracle he was discovered alive; a few hours more, and he might have been as dead as the other two foundlings next to him. The unfortunate souls were buried, while he was taken to a nearby shrine, and taken care of.
The adults, especially his finder, saw that he clung to life with an unbelievable determination. He sucked up all the care, milk, and warmth given to him as if he were a dried-out sponge met with water for the first time in a century. In fact, it seemed that his body had learned how to most efficiently thermoregulate with the aid of his innate magic. For his perseverance as he'd overcome unlikely odds, and due to his finder's joy that he, at least, had made it out alive, he was named Levente. A name which signifies and celebrates his very existence.
In his education, he was visibly ahead of his peers. He was clever, curious, active, and independent; if he had something he wanted, he went chasing after it, because he's never been the kind to wait for others to catch up. Levi showed an intuitive sense for muification of the body. Given his magical specialization, his physical training also received special attention. Academically, he was taught anatomy in depth, for his teachers believed this would aid him in the future.
He has always believed he was special, and was set out to prove – to himself and all others – just how far he could get with talent and skill both. He graduated a year early, at thirteen. He was assigned a guide, a woman who both looked after him, and forged him into a thoroughly efficient assassin. A role that was predetermined for him, and one which he'd been prepared for as much as one can be. But it was his guide who readied Levi for his first kill, and who was there for him afterwards.
He was deemed independent at sixteen – personally, Levente thought his guide was being overprotective, and could have termed him mature sooner. Either way, they still remained side by side, living and serving the Empire together.
At 17 he accepted and accomplished the mission of hunting down a young rogue Ashir. Levi doesn't remember the details of it; all he knows is that he was given the choice of doing it. He'd also agreed to having his memories altered – though he is aware that would have been done even if he hadn't. His memories and impressions of that target, the encounter, and any intel related to the mission are all very vague and faded, mostly 'forgotten', as if it might have all happened in a dream he doesn't care to recall.
This happened only a few months ago, and though he can't remember much of it, Levente considers it his proudest accomplishment yet. In the present, he is faced with another momentous occasion; the arrival of the Emperor in Velora.
