<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/275/1/2/lightning_warrior_by_justmick-d5gkni6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Torian Blackmaw (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268372.msg13301730#msg13301730)<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br/><strong>Male</strong></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> He'd been eating breakfast on a roof near the town square when the crew of Slayers came. He heard them loud and clear as they basically challenged anyone there strong enough to prove themselves and sign up. He'd already made his mind up to join anyway, so it was only fuel on an already raging fire. He finished off his breakfast and threw the tin down. Now that he had a good meal on his stomach, he could perform 100% at the Entry Exam. He stood up and stretched while looking out over the town. He was confident that when this was over, he'd be a Monster Slayer.<br/><br/> He took one step toward the roof, then disappeared. In the next moment, he was on the ground, heading toward the Town Hall. The breeze billowed his hood about his head, and when it was his turn to talk to the examiner, he walked up with confidence. "Gods, where'd they find you? Looks like you could kill monsters with your bare hands." Torian grinned and cocked his head to the side. "That's basically the plan." The man looked down to his papers and cleared his throat. "Er, name?" "Torian Blackmaw." He started writing his name, sounding it out as he did, then slowed down and stopped. "Uhhh, Blackmaw?" Torian nodded. "Like <em>the</em>...Blackmaw's?" He only nodded again. <br/><br/>It wasn't a surprise he recognized the name. They were rather infamous. "Occupation?" Torian removed his hood and looked down at the man, then cleared his throat and said "Merchant." "Gotta say, Torian, my boy. Your families got some right good products. Spent half my purse last time I was in Zorraz." That was of course his families cover profession. They were indeed some of the best merchants from here to the Shimmering Isles. But that was still just a front. Which was why before he was done writing he continued talking and said, "But I moonlight as an Assassin."<br/><br/> The writing stopped, and didn't start again for a few seconds. It was always funny to see people's reaction when they figured out what he was, or when he talked about it. "State your uh, your reason for wanting to become a Slayer." He took a deep breath and shrugged. "I've been trained to kill since childhood. I'm <em>damn</em> good at it. I figure this way, I can make a difference for everyone. Not just a son passed over for an inheritance or a jealous lover. Besides...killing monsters is actually a challenge." The man nodded, writing down a few notes before clearing his throat. "What role would you employ within the ranks of the Monster Slayers?" Torian grinned, a dark, malicious smile.<br/><br/> "Combat. Fast, hard hitting combat. Here are the plans," he said and held out a scroll that held blueprints for the lightning implants and the runes that would be etched into his skin. He looked them over and whistled. "This is gonna hurt even more than the skeletal transfusion. You ready for that?" "Please. This'll be easy compared to my training so far." He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the next part. "Alright. Physical exam time. Let's see, you look like you could use <em>nnnnngtheeeese</em>" he struggled and dropped two normal looking weights on ground. Normal looking weights so heavy they made a loud thud and kicked up a plume of dust. <br/><br/>"Strap those on your legs and do a circuit around town, complete it with a trip up the stairs to the gate and back down. We've got people to make sure you don't cheat, so watch out." He leaned down and picked one of the weights up. "These have gotta be one-hundred fifty pounds each." "You can take it, big guy." The recruiter smacked his chest, and Torian just groaned before strapping both on. When it was time to go, he took off at a full sprint, like the weights didn't bother him at all. And despite his size, he was fast too, as all his life his training had encompassed all aspects of the Assassin.<br/><br/> Running with the weight of a fat man on his legs wouldn't impede him. Even when rivulets of sweat started to stream down his body, his speed didn't waver. Full tilt he went from start, to the midway point, up the stairs, down, and back again. When he got back, they told him his speed was one of the fastest times posted. "Hoooooly shit. Three hundred pounds and you did it faster than most everyone else." "Most everyone else doesn't do what I do."  The recruiter barked out a few songs of laughter and stood up, thrusting his hand out. <br/><br/>"Welcome to the Monster Slayers...you're gonna be Hell out there, I can see it now." Torian shook it firmly, then bent down and let the weights drop. He was definitely feeling the burn, but this was nothing. Taking a rag from his side, he wiped his head off and found a flask of cool water. Then he went and leaned on the wall by the bench where others were gathering. He turned to the guy with the blue hair when he made a comment about one of the ladies legs. "How 'bout you get feeling back in your own gams before you go worryin' about someone else. Can't lady chase if you can't walk, heheheh."<br/><br/></span><br/>