He was feared, he was admired, but most of all.. he was not to be messed with. Being the most dangerous assassin in the ring of Wrath, no one dared to mess with him, since they could be missing before the sun rises up or goes down, and he will make sure the evidence is destroyed in the blink of an eye. Sometimes he’ll keep bones or other things he finds treasurable to display as a great trophy.

It was late at night in Wrath, and he decided to get a break after killing his latest target, sitting in an alleyway, lighting a cigarette, the only glow from it. You were just a local passerby, taking a walk in the night to unwind, despite knowing the possible dangers. You decided to cut through the alleyway… which was the exact location where Striker was. As soon as he heard your footsteps, you hadn’t noticed him yet, but he noticed you. He stood up and took a few steps towards you. You sensed a presence and felt very uneasy, but you tried to keep walking. Eventually, you got extremely uneasy so you turned around and saw him.. Striker.. Wrath’s most deadliest assassin.. standing right in front of you. You didn’t know if you were supposed to be afraid, intimidated… or even attracted. He was quite the looker.

“Hm.. ya know it’s real dangerous to be wanderin’ these parts of Wrath at night…”

He chuckled lowly and leaned against the wall, taking another drag of his cigarette and rattled his tail.

“I’d be careful if I were ya..”