Dracon Nightshade

Lightly muscled, thin and nimble

Red crown like horns.

Long tail with arrow point

Sharp features, pointed jawline.

Scar on left cheek from nose to jaw

Twirls a throwing knife when out of combat in deep thought

Can blend in to his environment when standing still or slowly moving and not engaged with the enemy

Shadow Whisper, dual shadow daggers

Amulet, obsidian arrowhead on a necklace for Eldrin

Horns are hot to the touch, just not enough to burn

Dracon Nightshade wasn't born under a crimson sky or amidst infernal whispers. His beginnings were surprisingly calm and dull, in the shadowy back alleys of the city. His mother, Elara, was a human woman ostracized for her strange, unsettling dreams and an uncanny knack for finding lost things – traits that hinted at a distant, diluted fiendish ancestry she never understood. His father was a ghost, a fleeting encounter in the dead of night Elara rarely spoke of.

Draco’s tiefling heritage manifested subtly in his youth: an unusual knack for blending into shadows that went beyond mere skill, and the occasional, almost imperceptible flicker of reddish undertones in his dark hair under certain light. He possessed an unnerving stillness, an ability to observe without being noticed that made him a natural at eavesdropping and petty theft to survive the harsh realities of his upbringing.

Elara did her best, working odd jobs and clinging to the fringes of society. But the whispers and stares followed Draco. He was the "shadow child," the "The cursed one." Loneliness became his constant companion, and the alleys his classroom. He learned to read the language of desperation in the slumped shoulders of the hungry, the glint of malice in the eyes of the cruel, and the silent signals of those who operated in the underworld.

It was a chance encounter with a traveling performer, a nimble half-elf named Eldrin Quickfoot, that changed the trajectory of Draco’s life. Eldrin saw not a cursed child, but a raw talent for stealth and observation. He took Draco under his wing, teaching him the delicate art of lockpicking, the subtle dance of moving unseen, and the vital skill of reading people. Eldrin recognized the darkness that clung to Draco, the simmering resentment born of his isolation, and instead of trying to extinguish it, he taught him to channel it.

Under Eldrin's guardianship, Draco honed his natural gifts. He learned to use his subtle tiefling traits to his advantage, the shadows becoming his allies. He discovered a chilling precision with blades, a quiet satisfaction in the swift, clean execution of a task. But Eldrin, while a master of the shadows, was no killer. He taught Draco the value of information, the power of influence, and the art of the con.

However, the whispers of his heritage never truly faded. One night, a group of zealots, fueled by local superstition and fear, attacked their small caravan. Eldrin fought bravely, but he was outnumbered and fell protecting Draco. The sight of Eldrin's life extinguished so brutally ignited something cold and unforgiving within the young tiefling.

Grief twisted into a burning desire for retribution. Draco embraced the darker aspects of his training, focusing on the lethal applications of stealth. He tracked down the zealots, his movements like a phantom, his vengeance swift and silent. In that moment, Draco Nightshade, the lonely boy from the alleys, truly became a true assassin.

He left that world behind, the memory of Eldrin both a wound and a guiding star. He sought out those who operated in the shadows, those who understood the value of a life extinguished without a trace. He became a blade for hire, his reputation growing in the underbelly of various cities. His tiefling heritage, once a source of shame, became a tool, a whisper of fear that preceded his silent arrival.

Draco remains a solitary figure, haunted by his past but driven by a grim purpose. He walks the knife's edge between justice and vengeance, his skills honed to a deadly point. Beneath the cool, professional exterior of the assassin lies the ghost of the lonely child, forever searching for a place where he truly belongs, even if that place is only in the heart of the shadows.

Basic education

Lock picking

Pickpocket

Stealth

Con artistry

Assassin for hire

Killed the head of the City Guard of Brazenhold for a contract. A man once thought untouchable.

Couldnt save Eldrin from the zealots

Loss of Elara, his mother

Lack of a Father

loss of Eldrin

Has no moral compass, doesn't function based on right and wrong for the most part.

Lives for the kill and the vengeance in his heart

Find the leader of the zealots who killed Eldrin and unleash his vengeance

Con Artistry

Lockpicking

Pickpocketing

Likes the thrill of thievery and the kill

ravens

ale

cold quiet nights

Dislikes people

contrastingly dislikes being alone

senseless cruelty

The symbol of solmara

being touch unexpectedly

Honor in the Execution

Discipline and Precision

Overconfident and smug

Tics

Scar Touching

Shadow Watching

Quirks

Avoids Mirrors

Sleeps Unusually

Bathes regularly at inns

Pet white rabbit

500 p