Name / Nicknames: Myrin Vearil
Soul type: Core
Age: Unknown, But most likely over 40
Gender Identity: Dude
Sexual Orintation: Unknown, But if he's in the mood and someone asks, he might not turn them down
A Lanky and tall older man, with a thin and worn face and dark eyes, hair usually kept well-taken care of.
Wears a suit with a light gray and black robe overtop, starting at his elbows
Height/Body type: 8'6, Willowy like a stick
Eye color : Oynx Black
Hair color, Hair type: Pale Silver, Held Back with a braid down the back made from two strands in the front
Family: Mother -Unknown- Father -Unknown-
Basic personalities: Unstable, Violent, Untrusting and cold
Character Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Strength/abilities: Knows how much the Huminoid body can take before it dies and uses it to his advantage, Deadly Accurite aim, Able to read people
Weaknesses: Unable to work in a large team, Too unstable to hold a Job, tends to get violent quickly resulting in a Bloody road behind him, Unable to sneak up on anyone due to his size and unusual dress
Physical abnormalities: Strange Fang-Like teeth
Long term goal(s): None to speak of
Born to a Mixed Race Couple (Elf and Fletching) and quickly abandoned as an illigitamint Child born out of Wedlock, He developed as a quiet but Brilliant child. He excelled in magic, especially Teleportation Magic, And was startlingly clever. The Matrons at the Orphanage adored him. One day however the old Converted Church Building burned to the ground, Myrin and two of the Matrons being the only survivors as they were in the basement dealing with mice when the fire Started getting serious. It was widely suspected Myrin himself set the flames but who would believe such an outlandish claim as that? He was just a child After All.
When He Eventually Aged out of the System He joined the local guard, Becoming Rather Powerful in his Position. Until his Violent Habits were exposed when three bodies were found behind his house. he was tried and given the Death Sentence, But Broke out before he could be executed. Leaving a trail of Death behind him. The Village was burned that night, with hardly any Survivors and his reputation never left the ashy grounds. Nither did his Age or Parental Linidge.
He Began to wander the world, Picking up Knowledge along the way. The More he knew how to kill, the more twisted his mind became. He left a trail of bodies in his wake, each one more grotesque then the last. He started becoming more known, while at the same time staying anonymous, People who found his Victims referred to him as the Bloody Path, He likes that name. For now he hunts down the one person who ever got away from him (A Young Anthro) but who knows what else he may do.