Lucan Nascien Saffire Taliesin Adair MaCeachthighearna has always hated his name. Despising that his name took nearly five minutes to say when one tacked on his whole lineage and the most formal way to pronounce it. Once upon a time Saffire was known as Highborn Lucan Nascien Saffire Taliesin Adair MaCeachthighaerna sevenths son of the seventh son Highborn Lord Descan MacCeachthighaerna of house Ceachthighaerna. As if that wasn't bad enough his father insisted on calling him Lucan and usually it was always said in exasperation. Saffire hated his name. Hated it with such a passion that as soon as he was disowned he changed to going by Saffire Ahearn. Ahearn is an Anglicized variant of MaCeachthighaerna. Saffire, or Saf as a lot of his coworkers or friends know him, used to be a highborn lordling with more money then time and more regulations then a trained assassin! Everything he did from how he dressed, to how he walked, to how he talked was dictated and layered in decorum, regulations and culture.  To say that Saf chaffed at the breeding and expectations was an understatement. However, for Saf that wasn't the worst of it. He found out at an early age that he wasn't interested in females. Saf is homosexual and he was raised in a high society where such things were highly frowned upon by his family and the lineages. So when Saf was caught with another male, of the lesser class no less he was ostracized and disowned. Cast out, and left to die with nothing but the clothing on his back and the coins in his pocked. His mother held a funeral of all things for him.  It was on this day Saffire cast off his prestigious name and took up with a crew of outlaws and took those skills of war he had been taught from the cradle and became a feared assassin and pirate.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/301/e/5/dante_x_lucifer_dmc4_by_zetsuai89-d395k4j.jpg">Dressed</a>in a tight zip-up tanktop, usually in shades of black, green or bloodred, that shows off his physique which he keeps well defined and tight by constant hours spent in martial practice. A weapon harness sits strapped across his chest and abbs with a mired of weapons that would astound your average person who didn't. Blasters, knives, throwing knives, Chakrams and Shurikens all line the sides of the harness allowing for easy access to the weapons once his long blood red trenchcoat is drawn back to reveal the harnessed weapons. Both the coat, his overpants and his tanktop are lined with armoured plating that can absorb most blaster blast and depending where he is hit will absorb most thrown weapons as well. He usually wears red jeans with black leather overpants with hidden sheaths built in hiding more knives for him to pull out should his primary weapons become unusable. He wears a black belt with a belt buckle that is a demon's skull. The skull can be removed, like all his other buckles on his weapon harness, and double as a throwing star. His boots are black leather, and have retractable blades that are spring loaded. If he puts enough pressure on the heel they will shoot out of the tip of his boot and allow him to turn his kicks into a weapon. He has two massive braodswords strapped to his back hidden beneath his coat so that only the hilts are visible. These weapons are made of a steel compound that never dulls and is sharp even to hold. That's why he wears fingerless gloves on his hands.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/135/f/4/DEVIL_MAY_CRY_4___NERO_by_Zetsuai89.jpg">Saffire</a>has ice blue eyes and an almost baby like face. Gentle angles and a not so pronounced nose make up his delicate features that are almost feminine in look. He wears his bone white hair cropped short, an oddity since his father has black hair and is mother has auburn hair.<br/><br/>Saffire walked down the hallways towards his single seater fighter. He grinned at the sight of the dark black sleek<a class="postlink" href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/199/5/a/manzawing_fighter_P01_by_solidgrafi.jpg">craft</a>. The wings could be swept back whenever the craft was launch into space or swept forwards for flight through the atmosphere. Two side propulsers allowed for manoeuvrability in atmospheric condition.  A single thruster from the back of the craft allows for space travel at sub-light. The craft isn't sheilded or capable of hyperspace travel the craft must be docked in a larger craft for such transport. Two canons side along the side of the cockpit and can shoot ionized plasma blasts. Basic shielding that handle some intense weapons fire and entry into and out of the atmosphere of planets. The fighters are highly maneuverable, if a little outdated, and these fighters were Saffire's favourite.<br/><br/>Saffire ran his hand over the smooth metallic-ceramic platting that make up the smooth panels along the hull of the ship as he felt the little nicks from previous battles. A smile graced his features lighting the otherwise cold deadly look that resided as a permanent mask on Saf's face. A mask he used to hide his truer heritage. His psychic powers. Saf's mask of detached cold was perfected in early childhood, only in the recent years has he shown the more relaxed and soft spoken side of himself that smiles and laughs with friends over drinks. The tension eased out of his body as he felt the panels run under his hand before he entered the cockpit in one smooth leap.<br/><br/>Saf felt a mild edge of anxiety swarm into his stomach from the prospect of working with a new partner. He'd never met the guy before. A wicked smile lit up his features as a naughty thought crossed his mind. Saf knew his partner would be one of the oldest members of the organization, but that didn't mean squat to Saf. He'd met plenty of rogues who were useless in a fight and worthless in a mission. So he was mildly worried. He looked over at the star speeder craft. He put the helmet on and did up the straps on his seat before he dialled up the special encrypted frequency that would dial him into his partners frequency. Every member of the organization had the code and could connected to one another easily this way and know they were members. He pulled up the star charts as the link buzzed to life on his com.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">"Hellow this is Saffire Ahearn, requesting confirmation of partnership,"</span>his soft lilting accent caused his words to sound melodic, even though he spoke in a low tone his voice still held a deep baritone. Saffire tried to avoid using formal language as he hated that most of all about his past, even though the breeding had left his a clear evident of the noble upbringing on his voice and accent his words where more akin to that of a street fighter then a refined noble highborn lordling.