The Hidden Blade Assassin's Creed in Depth

Guys, I just played Dungeons and Dragons with 4 of my friends for the first time in my life today. It is one of the most fun things I've ever done in my LIFE! OH MY GOD! Like.. I cannot TAKE the GREATNESS and the fun and the FUN. And the entertainment and the characters and the wooohh... Deep breath DAZ.

So I made this character and I know none of you care but I'm gonna do it anyway!
BAM!

This is the music I listened to while I was writing this character's back story, so you should listen to it while you read it too.
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLD0B04A068F698F10&feature=edit_ok

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Ke'moil never knew his parents. When he was born, his mother was taken away by the guards of the city he lived in. His father immediately rushed out of the door and followed them to the keep. As for his older brother, Zillus, he snuck into the keep that same night, only to find the bodies of his parents crumpled and bled out on the floors of one of the castle rooms. Stuck in the body of his mother, Verenia, was a very short sword still dripping with blood. His father, Vallen's throat had been slit. Zillus took the weapon from his mother's body, closed both his parents' eyelids, uttered a prayer and stole back to his home before the castle guards even knew what happened.

When he finally arrived, he cleaned the long dagger and set it atop a pedestal in his parents' bedroom.

He then began to cry most deeply and mournfully. Three of the surrounding families heard his lamentations from their houses and they, too, mourned the deaths of the two children's parents. Zillus had been only 15 at the time. Ke'moil, the younger was not even a month old when the tragedy struck.

"Why them? Why the Lekaris family, who were the most noble of us all?", many of the townspeople would ask and cry to the gods for guidance. It was shocking to them. The king normally respected the Lekaris family greatly. "So it is true.. Our king really has taken the path of the Fallen.. Killing the family that helped him, respected him the most, when others would not do so. The king has committed treason on his own people."

What wasn't shocking however, was that this act itself happened. The citizens of Telarren faced the horrors of the king every day. Families were broken. Citizens were taken and killed, apparently for acts of betrayal and treason, sometimes on the accusation of planned regicide but none of these accusations were ever true. However, nobody could point a finger at the king himself, and it was the king himself who perpetuated this terror.

During his sorrowful cries, Zillus heard the baby, Ke'moil doing the same in his crib.

With a bit of hope, Zillus knew what he had to do. Raising Ke'moil now came before anything else. It was the ultimate goal. The only goal. The only thing Zillus had left to live for. His parents were dead, but to him, Ke'moil was their legacy. Their remaining honor. The king may have taken his mother and father from him, but they would not take his brother. Zillus took the very dagger with which his mother and father had been slain and took care of Ke'moil the only way he could: Stealing from the rich and assassinating any who dared come near his home, and the home of his little brother. He was not a soldier. He was not a warrior. A thief and an assassin was all he had the power to be.

The townspeople eventually heard of Zillus' plans and methods of protecting his brother, and some of them turned away, disgusted. But others, a select few, still honoured the esteemed Lekaris family until the end of their lives. They gave everything they could to the two brothers. In exchange, Zillus took up missions from the townspeople, killing guards and members of the king's entourage from the shadows in exchange for Gears. Not much usually, for the people of Telarren were all very poor, but it was enough to raise Ke'moil and keep the both of them alive throughout the years. It was all they could count on.

From a young age, all that Ke'moil had for bedtime stories were the hatred of the royal guard and tales of his older brother killing them and protecting him from their selfish gluttony. From their wrath. From their mindless assaults. And as the young boy grew older and older, the tales became more and more detailed. More and more descriptive, the methods of killing and thievery that his brother had become an expert in through necessity had been accidentally divulged. For 15 years, Ke'moil had nobody but his brother to rely on.

Don't open the door. Don't talk to strangers. I love you, brother. You can always count on me. That was all Ke'moil had in his mind, but that was all he needed. His brother was his best friend. His brother was his father, his mother, his teachers, his doctors, his whole world. For 15 years Ke'moil payed attention to everything Zillus said. Not a word slipped past his mind.

Ke'moil made his first theft at the age of 11. He had snuck out of the house and stolen a patrolling guard's wallet. The guard had followed Ke'moil to his home, and the townspeople knew of this but dared not say anything. If they told him or anyone else tried to help in any way, they would be the next targets. When Ke'moil was fast asleep and Zillus was gone trying to scrounge up more money for the remainder of his family, the guard had broken into the boy's house.

He had gone up to Ke'moil's room, walked up to his bed where the boy was sleeping and thrown back the covers. There was not a boy where one was expected to be, but a sack of potatoes. Before the guard could react, he felt a knife pierce through him. "Don't turn your back on me. Not like you did to my family."

Ke'moil had stolen his first bit of money and killed his first adversary at the age of 11. When his brother came home, he initially panicked, but then congratulated Ke'moil on the steal and the defense of their house. Most importantly, he congratulated Ke'moil on the defense of himself. His little brother's life was more important to him than anything else.

"Keep the money you took, Ke'moil. You've earned it.", Zillus had said with a smile at his brother.

For the next bits of time, the brothers worked together, Ke'moil being trained by Zillus in the arts that Zillus had improvised throughout his life the entire way. Only, Ke'moil proved to be better at them because he had had a teacher who loved him more than anything else in the world. The two brothers were always together, every step of the way. Advanced techniques of tailing and shadowing, pick-pocketing were bestowed upon Ke'moil who absorbed all of the information within a matter of days.

Zillus frequently tested his brother in real life environments and situations.

"Careful now, Ke'moil." "Keep your head down as these people walk past.. You see the one on the right? Do it. Do it now, Ke'moil.", in a whispered voice was what Ke'moil had for recreation. But that wasn't all he had. His brother had to teach him to climb the houses and structures of the city, to prevent himself from being seen when he was on difficult missions, so he might as well have enjoyed.

"People never look up, little brother. That is when you strike."

Next up, came combat and dodging.

"You can be as cloaked as a shadow or invisible as a spirit, brother, but there will always be those who believe in ghosts. They will come for you. You must be ready. Now, dodge my blows!"

Assassination was necessary to learn as well. His brother followed Ke'moil's steps through the darkness whenever certain trusting townspeople honoured the brothers enough to give jobs to even the younger. They quickly saw that he was just as good as his mentor.

"When someone betrays you or turns their back on you, they are exposing their weakest spot to your blade. Either in their heart, or in their soul and either one of those are vulnerable. End their plague on the world swiftly and justly. Do it quietly. Nobody must notice, for if they do, the bloodier your job will become."

Ke'moil reached a certain point where he was surpassing his brother in terms of proficiency in the arts of stealing, assassination and most importantly, brotherhood. Not just to Zillus, but to the people of the city that the two brothers were protecting. And protect it, they did.

When Ke'moil had become good enough, he and Zillus frequently went on missions together. Their two blades danced and weaved through the shadows, acting as if they were one. Each one's dagger had a name. Zillus' flashed and cut through the moonlight, embedding itself into an unaware guard's chest. "Verenia" it said on the side of the blade. Ke'moil's curved knife also snuck through the darkness and found the back of one who no longer deserved to be among the living. "Vallen" was the name that adorned it.

They had named their weapons in the memory of their parents.

For a time, their lives were as close to peaceful as they could get, but one day, that ended.

When Ke'moil was 17 years old, he awoke one night to find his brother's body bleeding in his room. He shook his brother, pleading, begging him not to go, not to leave him alone. He was all he had left. The only person he could trust.

He ran out into the town, and screamed, begged someone to help his brother. A healer of some kind, somebody, anybody! But all that Ke'moil saw was the castle crumbling, his town burning, the people of his city slaughtered and crying their screams of death and suffering. He was once again left alone in a world that harbored no love for him.

He turned around and saw a grinning cloaked figure with glowing red eyes disappear into the shadows.

The day that his brother died was the day that Ke'moil started his quest for vengeance. Killing his brother's murderer wouldn't bring Zillus back, this he knew. But taking his revenge might at least put them even and allow his life to continue. Until then, Ke'moil would not rest.

With the daggers Verenia and Vallen strapped to his body and his brother's black cloak, Ke'moil Lekaris set out. He would show the red-eyed man who the better assassin was, even if he had to follow him to the ends of the Earth to do it.

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Music was probably not as synchronized as I would have liked it to be but meh, whateverz

Character Traits:

Hello, lady :
Ke'moil has lost his entire family and warmth and love is something he needs. Now 18 years old and unsure of where exactly to find that, he will relentlessly flirt with any woman he sees, comfort any woman he sees, and be not so gentle towards any man terrorizing a woman. He doesn't really care if the girls turn him down or not. It's just something to do to keep his mind off the pain. If someone sees him as more than just a dirty thief, well then, alright.

Honor Among Thieves:
Ke'moil rarely trusts anyone, but will do most anything for some money or some kind of help in finding his brother's killer. When he met Dorin, Boris and Markus, he silently vowed to protect them and fight alongside them as best as he could. He would do anything for his friends. Any thieves that he meets on his journey will be greeted with respect, for he knows what it's like to walk the path of the shrouded ones.

Don't Turn Your Back On Me:
If anyone betrays Ke'moil, they are as good as dead.
If anyone actually turns their back on Ke'moil in battle, they are as good as dead.

Sticky Fingers:
Now part of a group of Hunters who kill monsters for money, Ke'moil doesn't really need to steal. He does it in memory of his brother. As he once said to Dorin: "I don't steal for the money, I do it for the loove."

Verenia and Vallen:
Ke'moil actually has two daggers with him, although people claim he only ever uses one. Maybe he's so quick that they don't see him pull out the other? Regardless, his blades help him remember his parents, so he likes to keep them at his side.

Atheist:
Since his brother's death, Ke'moil has completely stopped believing in any gods. Whatever happens happens due to human meddling.

The Better Assassin:
Ke'moil's ultimate goal is to find his brother's murderer and figure out why he killed him, before ending his wretched life.

Deathseeker:
Ke'moil's hunt for the Red Eyed Man is most likely a journey towards Death itself. There is a high likelihood that he will not survive the fight with his brother's killer.

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The Story So Far:

Ke'moil, Dorin, Boris and Markus have been told by the mayor of a village to exterminate the abnormally large spiders residing in a cave north of the village. Before going up to the cave, Ke'moil searched one of the rooms of the Inn and stole 30 Gears from one of the drawers. He also found a nice-looking ring, which he put on. As for the Gears, he gave them to his ally Markus, a ranger and powerful mage. When they were in the cave, Ke'moil had to mercy kill a miner that was poisoned from spider venom. His life could not be saved by Dorin, the group's shaman and healer, so they decided to end the miners' suffering. In one of the miners' pockets, Ke'moil found a handkerchief with the name of Malina stitched on it. Most likely the miner's wife and now widow. After several rooms of the cavernous mine were explored, Ke'moil suddenly had to leave on some kind of important task. He thanked them for their help and disappeared into the shadows. The group wondered about him, and where he had gone. No doubt he would explain everything upon his return.