Name: Arsal
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 1"
Weight: 179 lbs
Cocksize/Girth: 6.5 inches/2.5 inches
Personality: Cleaver, Quiet, Intelligent
Appearance:
http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2...y9w6o1_500.jpg
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Twelve years, it had been twelves years sense Arsal had felt anything but emptiness in his life. Arsal was born into a small tribe of Knights that specialized in stealth and tactics, at the age of 6 you started learning the ways of the tribe, much like the Spartans, their training was life or death, either you lived to succeed or you died and was forgotten. Arsal was the first to ever master stealth at the age of 12, and the youngest to ever join a war and come back alive at the age of 13. The boy was naturally gifted and went on to prove himself to many Kings of the Kingdoms surrounding the small unknown village, usually every 4-6 years his Village would bring the surviving warriors to the Kingdoms as Personal Guards and Knights. Arsal however after being knighted completely changed, he hated having a broad sword, being in bright shiny armor, having to just stand around and look terrifying. Thus he began his Assassin contracts, he loved watching peoples eyes as they saw his blade slide into their bodies not knowing he was ever there int he first place.
Arsal currently was hired to kill a tyrannical King who was abducting teenager males and females from the surrounding Kingdoms, Arsal of course didn't do it for them, but for his people, their tribe managed to stay hidden for a millennium and he wasn't going to let someone jeopardize their lives. Arsal would think of several ways to kill this monster, poison his food, killing him in his sleep, disguising himself as a servant and waiting for his chance. The thought of such an opportunity to kill a King was very exciting for him. Arsal would stop right before approaching the castle grounds,
"Hmm... No guards... Either he is cocky, he has very little man power, or he is smarter then people give him credit for..." he said softly. Arsal decided to take the normal route, once he was close to the wall he began to scale the castle wall, which wasn't to difficult with all the loose bricks and spikes lining the walls to prevent normal intruders. Once Arsal made it to a window he looked in and saw a guard coming his way, he hung on the edge of the window and waited before pulling himself up and grabbing the man, tossing him over himself.
Arsal would watch the man become impaled and entangled in the spikes on the wall, he would climb into the castle and sigh before running down the halls before taking to the scaffolding as to avoid any more guards which he saw little of. Once Arsal got a basic idea of the layout he made his way to the King's bedroom. The location of his bedroom was painfully obvious, being the only one with gold double doors,
"How... Dramatic." was all Arsal could say before opening the doors slowly and peering inside, he looked around to see no one, he then entered and closed the doors behind him quietly before figuring out where to hide for now. Arsal removed his turban and wrapped it around his waist before sliding under the kings bed, he didn't want to be anywhere further from the King to ensure a flawless victory. What the boy didn't know was that just like himself the King was also very observant.
