Name: Prism Samaro Vultorek
Species: Elf
Age: about 250 years looks 19
Gender: Male
Good, Evil, Neutral?: Neutral
Appearance: Prism is about 6ft tall, he wears a suit when he is not fighting, and he has a long leather jacket about him when he is in battle. He is medium length silver hair often falls about his face, he has bright green eyes that almost seem to glow when the light is dim. He has slightly dark skin and he usually has either a katana or multiple knives strapped to his belt. his eyes are relatively large, and he has cheekbones that slightly show on his face.
History: Prism was born and raised by his parents in Zion, Israel. When Prism was about 7 years old (looking about 4) he was kidnapped. He was taken far away to Europe where he was sold to a "school" where boys were actually forced to work, the meals, when they were served, were meager and disgusting. He was "slaved" there for 10 years before the government shut them down. Prism, being 17 (looking 13) escaped while he was being transferred to an orphanage, he roamed the streets looking for a way to get back to his parents.
After 5 years of wondering he found himself being recruited to join the ranks of Fallen Talon. He was trained in the way of the sword, gun, and many other styles of combat. He raised steadily, until he was one of the top assassins. after more than 50 years he found that he was not the only one that aged far more slowly the others, there was another, known by the name of Toryn, or sometimes referred to as the Wraith. It became a competition to see who could stay ahead. But no matter how hard he tried he could not pull ahead of Toryn. After 178 years of service in Fallen Talon, Prism walked away, the organization was involved in missions that consisted in the mass slaughter of innocent people for the capture of only one person. Prism has been living alone for 50 years now, surviving off of the money that he had earned as a assassin.
Powers: Prism has the ability to control the forces of light, he can twist and manipulate it so that it serves his purpose. He also has limited telekinetic powers but only to the extent of what he could lift.
Personality: Prism does not talk too much unless he is spoken to, he will open up to you if he has known you for a long period of time. Prism is often found training in the forest or the oceans. Although he was an assassin for many years, Prism is mostly good natured, and when he is annoyed he can be very sarcastic.
Sample RP post: Prism walked into the training room of the Fallen Talon HQ. He dialed in the scenario into one of the touch screen computers on the wall, he chose to train on the highest level of performance possible. Lights began to whirl around him and the scene evolved into the slums of a dark city. There was graffiti on every one of the brick walls, as he started to walk out into the street he had to pause to let his eyes adjust to the light. Prism walked through the crowded streets until he reached the inner city, he wandered aimlessly about the streets waiting for something to happen. He looked around at his surroundings, The streets were lined with trash, there were beggars at almost every street corner. He could almost feel the filth of the muddy sewer that clogged streets. As Prism was walking past one of the dark alleyways he heard a low rumble, he double checked himself to see a pair of red eyes glowing from the alley. He stepped inside to see a hunched figure, it had shaggy brown hair that was matted in every direction, its long dirty claws were menacing to look at, and its face was long and hairy, its teeth were long and jagged and its eyes were barley distinguishable because of their black irises. It leaped missing Prism by centimeters, Prism drew his katana and looked the creature strait in the eye. Leaping again, Prism parried its attack with the slash of his blade. It was Prism's turn to run, he ran with all of his might, his blade glowing with the intensity of one thousand fires, Prism leaped over the creature while slashing it on the back. It roared with rage and turned on Prism, slashing and biting it worked its way toward Prism, it leaped at Prism only to be struck with a bolt of light, stunned it staggered backwards. Prism wasted no time, while it was down on the ground he sent his blade through the heart of the creature. No sooner had dealt the finishing blow, did the scene start to dissolve. And Prism found himself back in the training room.
Taaaa-Daaaa, I hope you like it.
BTW Tell me if you like it better than my last one.
