Maxis stood bare naked in his room, the dim glow of a light shining down from above onto his skin, revealing the purple hue that sometimes shown in the bright light. His skin was normally black, like every other Dark elf, but Maxis was also Vampire, and therefore a little more pale then most other Drow. Though rather short at only 5'6", his body was that of a perfect killing machine. Every muscle that was supposed to have definition did, every movement of his body was done with tremendous precision and grace. Being one of the first generation of vampires spawed by Lord Dracosi himself, Maxis has honed the art of death down to the finest detail. Not a single person in the known galaxy was as feared as him, except Lord Dracosi himself.<br/><br/>He let out a deep sigh, his chest rising and falling, his waist length purple hair swaying down his back. He glanced back at his bed, 3 female forms shifted and moved. If there was one thing he liked more then killing, it was sex. His prowess in bed was almost as well known as his ability to kill, almost. Most people fear Maxis when they see him, his prescence generally means death. Everyone knew he was Lord Dracosi's personal assassin, everyone knew if he was there it meant someone was going to die. Usually, the only people to see his face were people about to die, he always enjoyed the fight his targets gave him or the fear in thier eyes. Very rarely were his assassinations done without the mark knowing who thier killer was.<br/><br/>He slowly put on his signature black and purple silk outfit. His boots pure black, the pants a mixture of black and purple silk. He covers his torso with a black tunic and purple undershirt and slings his shining purple cloak over his shoulders. He never wore armor, he never needed it. Next he reached for his weapon belt, a belt which held his jeweled encrusted vibro-rapier, a rather unique weapon for combat but thats what Maxis liked about it. On the other side of the belt, hung his most widely known symbol. A silver crafted dagger, lined with gems and intricate carvings, it was the weapon he used to finish his victims. The entire weapon, including the hilt was made out of pure silver, a substance usually very painful and deadly to vampires. Maxis was known to be immune to the substance, something very few vampires could claim, which is why he relished in using the dagger to torture and kill his marks.<br/><br/>Maxis finally secured everything on his person and took one final look back to his bed, longing to be back under the sheets. The one thing Maxis disliked above anything else was politics, it meant nothing to him, but Dracosi had asked him to be at the council meeting today. He usually skips going to them even though the Lord always wants him present, but today he had made a special request of Maxis to attend, so he felt obligated.<br/><br/>He let out another long sigh, and slipped into the shadows he so very much loved, heading towards the council chambers.