Carradine
| Age 38 |
| Gender Male |
| Origin Altalusia |
| Occupation Former Assassin - Current Fugitive |
To my dearest Blackbird.
These will be my last words to you.
This is not the outcome I wished for either of us, that I promise you. For so many years your wings have lifted me up, carried me to heights I'd never dared dream. In the warmth of your arms, I found beauty beyond these stone walls of politics and aristocracy. No matter the name you go by, or what mask you wear, Carradine...
I will love you always. That is why it pains me to see you stray. There is a good man within you, Blackbird, one whom outshines any I've met before. That man is struggling against a darkness, though, one too deep and powerful for me to fathom. From my perch atop your wings, I've seen where this darkness is taking you, the things it's making you do.
I'll have no part in it.
You're going to get yourself killed, and you'll be remembered as nothing more than a bloodthirsty murderer. I cannot abide you tarnishing what you've built, the memories I cherish of our time together. If I must break your wings to save you, then I will show you that kindness.
Your title has been stripped, and your properties revoked. The Kingdom of Altalusia hereby disavows any knowledge of you, and brands you an enemy of the crown. You are to be imprisoned on sight for charges of Treason and Murder.
If our love is as true as you've told me, then do me one favor. Leave Altalusia now, while you still can, and never return.
I pray that someday you find an escape from the evil that lives inside of you. That somehow, the man I know to live under your skin breaks through into our world. That man, I think, would be a great boon to Ilica.
Until that day comes, when I hear of your deeds, or of your death,
Eternally yours,
[A name, smudged and tarnished]
Appearance
| Height 6'3 |
| Build Fit |
| Hair Black |
| Eyes Hazel |
Carradine looks every bit akin to the death that once followed in his wake years ago: unruly and untamed ebony hair hangs carelessly over his face, which is beginning to show the valleys of age. Scars from the countless fights of his cursed past serving to add to his dark and weathered visage.
Even if one ignored the clues given by his face, Carradine's choice of attire might be enough to cause the cautious to steer clear of him. An old black coat, frayed and dusty at the edges covers him, faded images of death on his lapel and sleeves like waning badges of a life long forgotten to all but Carradine himself.
A silver necklace depicting seven hearts sewn together hangs over his chest. On his neck, Carradine wears a tattoo of a wilted lily.
Even if one ignored the clues given by his face, Carradine's choice of attire might be enough to cause the cautious to steer clear of him. An old black coat, frayed and dusty at the edges covers him, faded images of death on his lapel and sleeves like waning badges of a life long forgotten to all but Carradine himself.
A silver necklace depicting seven hearts sewn together hangs over his chest. On his neck, Carradine wears a tattoo of a wilted lily.
Personality
Whatever deeply-flawed man Carradine truly is has been buried behind a solid wall of anger, melancholy, narcissism, and regret. He is a fugitive on the run from his own darkness, attempting to escape the worst of himself and often stumbling.
His entire body exudes raw tension-- even when he appears to be calm, one gets the feeling he could lash out at any given moment. While he's outwardly aloof and dismissive, that he is so quick to snap betrays a deep-seated passion he tries desperately to contain.
Even those who have managed to get remotely close to him would describe him as enigmatic at best and a raging asshole at worst. That isn't to say Carradine doesn't have positive qualities about him; He's honest to a fault, and strikingly poetic in his words. To those who have earned his loyalty, he is a fierce and unshakable ally. His knowledge about the world of Khurun rivals a man twice his age, and the word 'quit' isn't in his vocabulary-- for better or worse.
His entire body exudes raw tension-- even when he appears to be calm, one gets the feeling he could lash out at any given moment. While he's outwardly aloof and dismissive, that he is so quick to snap betrays a deep-seated passion he tries desperately to contain.
Even those who have managed to get remotely close to him would describe him as enigmatic at best and a raging asshole at worst. That isn't to say Carradine doesn't have positive qualities about him; He's honest to a fault, and strikingly poetic in his words. To those who have earned his loyalty, he is a fierce and unshakable ally. His knowledge about the world of Khurun rivals a man twice his age, and the word 'quit' isn't in his vocabulary-- for better or worse.
Skills
Having once been an assassin of considerable regard, Carradine excels in avoiding detection and eluding pursuit while striking from the shadows. He is also proficient in navigation and tracking, thanks in no small part to spending most of the latter half of his life on the lam. In combat, Carradine must rely on practical means; While he is an expert with knives, poisons, and traps, his preferred weapon is his personal crossbow, Mercy.
A lesser used skill of Carradine's is his silver tongue. Once notorious for his ability to sway allies to his side, enemies to the horizon and women to his bed, The former assassin now only uses his gift for words on metaphor and a strange fondness for writing poetry and music during his downtime.
A lesser used skill of Carradine's is his silver tongue. Once notorious for his ability to sway allies to his side, enemies to the horizon and women to his bed, The former assassin now only uses his gift for words on metaphor and a strange fondness for writing poetry and music during his downtime.
Art Credit: Topher Wagner
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