Name: Drazhar
Age: 225
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 95 lbs
Gender: Male
Species: Elf
Occupation: Professional Assassin
Affiliation: Japan
 
Appearance: He is a rather tall elf. He has shoulder length brown hair a lock of it 
playing across the front of his face, with piercing blue eyes, one of which has been 
distorted causing the pigment to change due to a scar which runs from brow to jaw, 
which causes him no end of grief as it detracts from his fair skin. He wears 
form fitting body armor beneath his black muscle shirt and pants over which he 
wears a black trench coat.
 
Background info: Drazhar was born into a time of peace with his people, for 
it was the time at which the elves had withdrawn from the realms of man.  His life was 
ideal, he learned the ways and teachings of his people, he laughed and played. 
Growing up he learned the fighting techniques of his people which all youth are 
trained in, he also took up the study of magic for a time but soon grew lax in his 
studies so gained but a frugal ability for it. Listening to a gathering of the high council
one day he discovered that the magic which had sustained them in this alternate lane 
was fading and that they would be rejoining the realms of man once more. The year 
of his coming of age also heralded the year that the elves returned to the realm of 
man. Upon their return the elves dispatched a scouting group to see how the world 
around them had changed, among those few elves Drazhar was one. Upon 
cresting a hill they found themselves on the outskirts of a huge city teeming with life.
Curiosity getting the best of them they decided to explore the city. They snuck from
shadow to shadow until they came to an intersection where they all looked up at the 
immense skyscrapers around them, nearly falling over trying to capture the whole 
thing in view they forgot about hiding and walked blatantly through the streets.
People gave them plenty of room and plenty of strange looks. After a couple of 
hours of wandering they were addressed by a man who merely rolled down the 
window on his hover limo. He spoke to them of riches beyond compare that he 
would be able to give to them. Having said his piece the five of them looked at each 
other and gave a culmative thumbs down to the whole deal and were about to walk 
off when one of their companions just dropped to the ground, a needle of some sort 
protruding from her back. Quickly they began searching for the source of their 
attacker, each one of them met the same fate as their friends, their limp bodies 
moved. They woke up remembering nothing of there past, they numbered three now 
as two of their group did not take to the changes which had been made upon their 
bodies. Over two years time they went through briefings and training sessions to 
acquaint themselves with the new armaments that they were now in possession of.
Each of the renamed members of this elite team of killers was given a command 
word which would activate the cybernetics implanted throughout there body that 
would cut their reaction time in half, they were also outfitted with a toughened 
materials fused to their bodies creating a higher form of protection, however that's 
where the similarities ended in the group. Each one was outfitted for a specific task 
within their group although all were trained in close combat skills to augment these 
roles. With their new training completed they were sent back were told to go back 
to their homes and bring the rest of their kind here if any were to resist they were to 
find a "permanent" solution for them.
Having an objective now they set out walking tirelessly across the terrain. Upon 
returning to their home they were set upon by friends and relatives with adoration 
and some with saddened faces due to their diminished number. They were brought 
before the council that eve and questioned about their journey. They told of the city 
and all of its "marvels" and wonders, they said that al should go if not more than to 
just see it for themselves. The council dismissed them from their presence to speak 
of this turn of events in private. The one now known as Lilkyone stayed behind the 
other two of her group sneaking back to the council chamber where she overheard 
the council's agreement to bar return to this "city" pending a further deliberation. 
Upon hearing this she cautiously moved to where the three had designated as their 
rendezvous point. When the leader of the group, Sargtlin, heard this he nearly 
exploded right then and there, he could not believe that they would not go 
immediately and that they would likely never go. His mind started clicking away at 
possible stratagem discarding one after another searching for which would fulfill the 
hatred that was burning within him. He finally decided that they would dispatch of 
the council and grab the entire nation under his rule. The rest of his tale he would 
rather keep secret as the memories of those years still haunt him in his dreams.
 
