(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/livingpf/images/6/62/Drake.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140302223655)<br/><br/><br/>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1549797<br/><br/>Description: Who's to say what he actually looks like. To most people he seems like a shadow of a human. A slightly thinner, less descriptive version of what should be a human. Under closer inspection, if you get it, the rogue's features are definitely more elven. The thinner build, lankier features and the subtle grace which this shadow moves are all indicative of the other worldly grace of an elf.  That is one of the few things someone can gleam from the shadow as mottled black, brown and dark green cloth cover every section of his body. Hood up, a veil tightened around his face, he is practically the shadow he emulates. Not many people can see the secretive elf, though he often sees them with crystal clear emerald green eyes down the sights of his crossbow. Most of the mottled green, brown and black camouflage colored clothing is loose and unobtrusive. The clothing around his torso seems a little more solid as it conceals a set of well crafted chain. The rest of his body, whip like corded muscle and slender features remains completely hidden: just as he prefers it. The less people that see the elf, the better.<br/><br/>Background: Noble born is a stretch. More like noble adopted: If adopted means trained to be a shadow since birth. The Orlovsky noble family's motto is "high above" because they often avoid conflicts. It is easy to avoid conflicts when an untraceable crossbow bolt sent from the shadows can solve any issue you have. Nailo means night wind in the elven tongue. It is the only name that the former Orlovsky trained assassin claims. Nailo was originally born to elven immigrants to the region. He's not sure why, he was too young, but he's sure the harsh and often xenophobic nature of the rougher individuals in the area lead to the death of his family. His father and mother were simply subsistence farmers, scratching out a living here in the wild lands. After his family was slain, Nailo wandered for a little while until he ended up on the streets. A youth but still quick, smart and unforgiving, he survived off stealing. He cared nothing for the law, it didn't help his family when they needed it and it wouldn't help him now. Despite his tragic past and his outlaw nature, Nailo remained loyal to the cause of good. His very limited memory of his father included a speech about doing right by others. Though he was a thief, Nailo only stole enough food to feed himself and a few other weaker children who couldn't steal for themselves. A sense of good, tempered by a disregard for the law, prevailed through his entire youth until he was forced to kill one day. Though much older than many of the human youth, he was weaker for way longer. He was forced to kill to defend the young orphans he had sheltered for many years. Ruthless and calculated, his attack was swift and lethal. It was also witnessed by an old human with the keen eyes of a seasoned hunter. The man offered him a job: give up his current existence, become a shadow and limitless wealth,power and prestige would be his. Nailo knew nothing about noble houses, their intrigues or games. He was a poor elf kid living on the streets. Believing he could help the orphans under his charge better collecting a pay check and accepting the man's offer, he traded his name in for the shadows. The older man had been the most recent shadow of the Orlovsky family. He did their dirty work from the shadows, unlinkable back to them. Nailo trained endlessly under possibly the greatest assassin in the area. Unlike his master, a master of close quarters assassinations, Nailo was gifted beyond reason with ranged weapons. There was no better shot with a crossbow in the entire region. Nailo took to the shadows like a fish to water and yet he had difficulty trying to take a life for money. Finally, his master realized that despite his harsh struggles, Nailo maintained an honest heart. His master illuminated to him that most of the people he was asked to kill were scum bag nobles. They treated the commoners terribly and thought they were above morality. The dirty nature of the nobility was easy for Nailo to resent and thus he became an assassin of the nobility.  He succeeded his master when he was roughly 16 in elven years. He was the noble house Orlovsky's shadow. He killed and killed from the shadows, from extended distances with his crossbow. No one saw the elven shadow, not even his Orlovsky nobles who left his money and ran. Everyone feared the night wind, because it often carried an invisible crossbow bolt to the head. Business was good until Nailo needed a dowry! Not for himself, the living shadow didn't believe in things like love but one of the young orphans he had raised for years off his wages was getting married. She had a chance to escape the slums but needed a serious dowry to do so. The dark but righteous Nailo did what was unthinkable to him: took a contract worth triple. It wasn't the money that was the issue, it never is. It was the target: an entire minor noble family of merchants who had crossed the Orlovsky house. Most died quick, ambushed in their family carriage. The one that died slow was 4 months old. She was still crying and covered head to toe in blood as the mother holding her bleed deep arterial red blood from a crossbow bolt in the neck. Nailo felt sick as he opened the door to the carriage and saw the girl. He thought about his own girl, which the orphan girl he took the contract for essentially was and plunged the knife into the baby's chest. Nailo collected his money but was done after that. It haunted him, tore away at him. In a drunken stupor that hardly dulled his senses or his memories, he left the money with his former ward and became like his name: the night wind. He put the city behind him and ended up in the stolen lands. This was an untamed land of bandits and monsters. Despite its common use in the city as a term of fear, the lawless locals of the stolen lands have come to fear the name Nailo even more. The night wind in the forest brought silent crossbow bolts from the shadows and sure death for any bandit. For years, stories of phantom bolts and phantom killers have plagued the stolen lands, as bandit camps are found slain randomly. Nailo was comfortable redeeming his sins by killing lawless bandits from afar until the shadow was offered a chance for redemption: leading noble explorers into the dark, dense Greenlands.<br/><br/>Special<br/><br/>Loner: -1 adjacent to allies or when aiding another<br/><br/>Speaks an TON of languages, though rarely speaks.<br/><br/>Kinkwise: Better to go with the no gos, then the gos: Some bathroom stuff and I guess death?<br/><br/>