The assassin shook his head as the wave a energy merely flowed around his body, a small sigh exiting his lips as he stabbed his sword into the ground. Looking at the woman whom of which had the change of appearance, this was indeed the target he was looking for and here she was thinking she was so special. He merely shrugged and ran a hand through his hair once more before closing his emerald green eyes. He didn't want to harm the woman but she wasn't going to just hand herself over- after all no one ever did. His eyes opened slowly a ruby red ring had formed within his iris, contrasting the emerald as he allowed a moment of pause and an exhale. Everything felt like slow motion to him, every test, every needle. The ringing sound in his ears began to overwhelm him as he let out a roar of anger looking to the ceiling of the bar as his skin began to ripple.<br/><br/><strong>"You want blood? Is that what you want?</strong>He lifted his hand and pointed at her with challenging eyes<strong>"Come and get it sweet heart!"</strong>With a glow of crimson the males hand began to ripple as blood began to erupt from veins and wrap around his arm and move into his hands beginning to take form. A chuckle left his lips as he gripped the blood, it erupting and forming into a crystal like substance, that in the shape of a scythe. A deep exhale exiting the males now pale lips. His head cocking sideways some as a devilish grin extended across his cheeks. Before long it would seem like he was just as crazy.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><em>'You don't have a name?' the woman spoke softly as she brushed her fingers across his dirt ridden cheeks and smiled 'Don't worry I have one for you. I shall call you Naught.' She spoke with a large smile as they made their way toward the large building. Everything seemed alright for the lad- or so he had thought.<br/><br/>Years of his life had gone by as he was forced to fight older men, tested countless hours. Had his blood forcefully drawn with blades. Until of course- he learned he was turned into a monster. Their dream; A blood assassin. One who need no weapons. The magicks within him were strong now. He wasn't the child he used to be. All of that was clear, the day he was forced to slay the woman who had brought him in. She begged and pleaded for him to stop- that didn't stop him. He was simply-</em><br/><br/>---<br/><br/><strong>"Following orders."</strong>He muttered under his breath as he waited for his target to make her move. His eyes narrowing as he seemed to look right through her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>((OOC: Hehe ^_^ Naught is my favorite character I've ever rolled so I figured I would throw him into this.))