Oh, BUGGER.....
Looks like the Divine Hand could use one...
I am SO in.
Name: Zsasz McPherson
Faction: The Divine Hand
Race: Rusty-Spotted Cat
Bio: Born in a small village to an alchemist and a sorceress; no known siblings; made himself immune to all poisons by taking some of each in small doses every once in a while; parents EVAPORATED by a strange monster who exploded after eating a piece of cheese and then getting hit by a flaming runnaway horse cart filled with random objects, including a new invention called "thongs"; ran into a strange man who later revealed himself as the main trainer of the Hassansin academy; trained in all subjects (minus the halberd and scimitar), but also trained himself in the ways of knife-combat, which he found that he was VERY good at; graduated at the top of his class and went out on his own; joined the Divine Hand recently after helping save an important general who had been shot in the butt by providing interference for DH's soldiers; just discoved that the Iron Horde was responsible for the death of his parents, but is patient... for he knows that revenge will come in time.
Weapons/Abilities: Enchanted spike launchers, mortars, wrist blades, whip blades (one has a spike at one end, the other has a grouping of three claws used to grab on to things), magic unloseable jagged returning dagger; also has control over shadows and -wait for it- CHEESE! (Tremble in fear!)
Personality: Think of Justin Chambers' D'artangnan in THE MUSKETEER
Appearance: Mostly grey with rust-colored spots that form into stripes along the back and the top of the head; underparts, chest, and chin are white; wearing a white sleeveless undershirt and a black sleeveless shirt, old-fashioned utility belt with lots of throwing spike pouches over a CrayolaTM light-blue sash; grey cargo pants; surprisingly lightweight tan musketeer boots; black wrist-length fingerless metal-enlaced gloves with retractable glove fingers; wristblade gauntlets; multiple enchanted straps and scabbards for other weapons that make the weapons weightless; icy yet calm and friendly grey-blue eyes.
Oh, Serpington, you kill me. ( the "Kill everything not wearing our emblem" mess-up thing.)