Name: Cyril “Axeman” de Verley
Age: 20
Affiliation: Assassin
Appearance: He got razor shaped clear blue eyes and short brown hair. He is 1m92
Personality: Cyril is a calm man. He is able to take a step back to every situation and to look what could be better or not, even if that evaluation can take a few seconds. He is also a smiley one. He love to laugh and to make jokes time to time. He hates dancing and to take care of his appearance. He worries about his people but often forgets to care about himself. He can take a lot of time before realising he’s wounded or poisoned, sleepy or victim of a disease. He can sometimes be sarcastic to enemies. When he gets mad, which is rare, he
gets mad. Dangerous to stay near to him!
Favorite Weapons: His big giant axe!
Strengths: Fighting with heavy weapons and to street fight with fists. It takes time for him to get affected by poisons. He is also a pretty good drinker!
Weaknesses: Rhetoric. Rhetoric! He can’t talk to people without looking like an idiot at the first time… especially when it implies talking to a pretty girl! He isn’t that good in parkour because of his weight and isn’t good at all with precision weapons and light swords.
Background/Biography: Cyril was born directly in the Assassin guild, so he always was an Assassin. He always have been taught about the Tenets and knows them by heart. He never had a lot of friends but lived good with or, or never really realized it. Cyril, a.k.a the Axeman, went almost everywhere in France to help his learning. He never really knew about his parents and never have been told more about them. When he was a kid, his Masters quickly realized his force would never be hidden blades and light swords. They gave him a two-handed axe and sword, and he immediately liked the axe more. He’s been send to many missions before he’s been send as a helper on one of Arno Dorian’s mission. Their chemistry was surprisingly intense when they fight together, and Arno was the first man Cyril considered as a friend. They stayed together before they slowly started drifting apart, too slowly for both of them to realise it. Axeman continued his path alone, sorry not to talk to Arno again. At that point of his story, he decided not to make friends again. He had a lot of “connaissances” as he said, people he knew but didn’t had as close friends. Poor Axeman continued on his life telling himself not to have friends again.