Name: Zalon Taze
Age: 27
Race: Human
Height: 6’ 5’’
Weight: 180
Physical Description: Black hair ending in a tied back tail about shoulder blade, brown eyes, scar slice vertically across left eye. The left eye is always unfocussed, hinting to his limited sight. His clothing is generally well cared for without stains, simple colors often with only a hint of design to them.
Possessions: Large hunting knife; canteen; ¼ inch thick rope, buckskin mare. Empty needles and syringes. A small vial containing a mild toxin meant to strike at the nerves. (Not lethal doses…just enough to cause pain and deaden areas for a time period) Pouch carrying approximately 40bishan’s, match’s, cigarettes, a few silver chains, 2 small pieces of pyrite, 6ft thin flexible wire.
Magic possessions: Falcon pendant, hound pendant, ankle band, 2 small balls approximately the size of golf balls.
Powers or Strengths: Ability to create magical trinkets. Zalon has no magic of his own that he can use at will, but he can collect magic around him to put into objects. It is no quick trick and does take at least days if not more of preparation before he can make any magical artifact. Whatever he has created must have some type of control device physically touching his body to be able to use it. Currently he has:
Falcon pendant – the pendant turns into a small falcon on command. He can use it as a spy, able to see, smell, and hear whatever it does. The neck chain used as the physical required touch
Hound pendant – Created mostly for tracking. Still like any dog it is capable of attacking or defending its owner. The neck chain used as the physical required touch
Ankle Band – Created for keeping whatever he catches. The band is attached to another’s ankle. With a command word spoken it sends a painful jolt of electricity’s through its victim. A brand shaped lightning mark above his ankle is the contact for this.
Small balls are filled with simple white powder. For those who would try to escape by invisibility, these little balls can be thrown in the general direction at the right command they explode harmlessly littering the white powder in a mist about them. A small silver stud earring on his left ear grants him this power.
Zalon is fairly talented with his knife, and adept in hand to hand combat. On a side hobby he has learned several method’s for torturing those who don’t want to talk to him.
Weaknesses: Blind in his left eye. Scar marks on multiple parts of his body, including back, upper arms, ribs, and the one scar across his eye. This makes it harder for him to blend in. Also with his scars and his cold demeanor he does not give off the air of a ‘people person.’ His only form of magic is reliant on the charms he makes, if he loses any of the items that help control his toys he’s out of luck in that area.
History: The family trade had always been hunting. Supposedly at one point this had meant hunting animals, but the last 2 generations had turned it into hunting people as well. Training had begun as a young child, covering the basics of reading, writing and then on to hand to hand combat skills. It was around the age of 10 he started learning how to create his own specialized tools. His parents had shown him how to collect magic from the earth to put into objects they chose.
He had been given his first assignment at the age of 12. Unfortunately after a short run in with his prey and the first of his many scars on his arm he gave in as it being a loss. That night, his father mercilessly ignored his screams as he used a stick wrapped in a wire across Zalon’s back to teach him quitting was never an option.
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“You bastard…” Tears streamed down his face as he clawed at the man in front of him. Zalon had lost control of his emotions, a mistake he knew better than to make but this was the first time he had ever attacked a man for personal reasons. This was the man who had killed his father two months back.
Zalon had grown a lot but was still at the age of 18 no match for his father’s murderer. Cruel laughter was heard before the world turned red, and that all too familiar scream Zalon knew to be his own voice was all he could make out. The slash had sliced across his face and his left eye. Blood pooled down, causing a cold dread in the pit of his stomach.
“Damn kid, thought you would have known better than to come at me like that.” The man had moved in for the kill but Zalon’s hound jumped in front of the boy’s body snarling and doing its best to look a true threat. The man smirked and turned away. “Be glad no one wants you, otherwise I’d kill the dog and you.”
It was after that botched attempt that Zalon started showing strong improvement in his abilities. The loss of an eye, and the realization of how stupidity could get him killed added new maturity and insight into his job. His father’s death hardened his heart so that he put his mind only to the job’s he did. No one with money or other forms of providing Zalon with what he wanted would be refused of his services.
For those who knew where to look his name floated about, with several available offers. Murder, kidnappings, torture…other options available upon request. Zalon remembered the world had once seemed more colorful, now the only color he ever saw was the red of blood as it poured out of other's wounds.
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