Nerònious Torch

Name: Nerònious Torch

Race: Human

Age: 16

Gender: Proclaimed male (secretly female)

Faction: None

Alignment: None

Skill Rank: None

Appearance:
He was about 5'11, a bit tall for his age. A long scar run down from the center of his scalp down over his left eye and stopped at the top of his cheek. Very little sight remains in that eye. His hair jet black though it grows white over the scarred tissue of his old wound. He's missing his index finger on his right hand. Black tattoos don his ankles wrist and neck, their designs are like fire creeping up his skin, with thin lines of white form an intricate pattern inside the flames. His left eye is clouded over with a slight twinge of redness while his right his a pale greenish blue. There a cold hardness within his eyes, but also there is wisdom as well.

Clothing/Weapons:
Nerò wears a black hooded, tattered robe spotted with brown and grey. standard shirt and pants. His gloves and boots are custom made, though there still isn't anything really special about them. Both have small retractable hooks, that aid him in scaling walls and such. His boot have a thin padding of foam at the both, to insure that his footsteps are never heard. He carries around thin needles and a small supply of throwing knives, all coated in a range of different anesthetics.

Ship:
None

Planet:
Corellia

History:
When Nerò was nine years old his father went mad for some unknown reason. The man believed that his he drank human blood and ate their flesh that he would evolve into something stronger. Young Nerò had came home one day to find his beloved mother being eaten and mutational by his father. He was stunned to say the least, but he was overwhelmed with anger more than fear. He fought in killed his own father, which resulted in he receiving his scar and losing his finger. The little boy felt no regret about what he did. it was right in his eyes. One that day he had taken his first life but also his childhood had been slain as well. He went through life trusting no one, fending for himself and occasionally other children with no family. Over the few short years he gained knowledge well beyond his years, like an old soul within a young body. He more than realized the hardships of life and the underhanded deed people of all races could commit. Nerò become a bartender in the end, though he does do a bit of pick pocketing on the side.

Accepted.

Gender: Proclaimed male (secretly female)

Accepted!

That's right, I saw it, Nolove :O!