Na'Kur Sicarius

Name: Nyx La'Vash

Age: twenty three

Gender: Male

Race: Was a human, Now demon.

Appearance: He changes his appearance so often you can't normally tell, the only real way to identify him is by the weapon that he uses which consists of three main core weapons.

1st being his throwing knifes each personally hand crafted by Nyx him self after being treated for several days on end between the artisan forge and a special series of crafting benches, he carries between ten to twenty of them on him at a time each one laced with a fast acting Cavada poison that lasts up to twenty minutes on a target.

2nd is a curved short sword with a gem rubbed curve on the inside that once again was hand made by nyx the blade strong as adamant because of the dwarf treating styles used and as well because the blade is from a stronger steel bar.

3rd and final weapon is an enhancement onto his omni-tool, this gives it the ability to act like a hand held cannon except it's only good for one shot and takes about a minute to reload, this weapon is Nyx's pride and joy based after another weapon he had gotten hurt with, the downside is the weapon has a stronger kickback then the original that he saw so it requires both arms to steady the shot to keep his arm from being blown off.

Biography:

Nyx was born in North Varrock, he was brought into the lap of luxury everything went perfect for him he lived his life to its fullest as a youngster and was brought up with the best training and life anything or any one could give him, at age six was when the blade of fate first struct Nyx's innocent world and Purity. A simple raid that's all it took one attack from the Phoenix gang upon his house looting everything of value in site upon leaving they also took Nyx as well leaving his parents distraught and the gang walking well with ransom money and a new errand boy if they failed to pay up.

Event after event Nyx's parents did all they could trying to rescue him from the Phoenix gang but each time they failed, they just couldn't locate the hideout they ran from end to end of the slums tearing it apart with constant patrols. Each level of the investigation the ransom rose higher and higher for the boy till eventually his parents just gave up, once it reached over five thousand gold coins they knew they were done for... They would never get their son back.

A year passed, the spoiled Kid Nyx was had turned into a dog... A slave to the leader of the Phoenix gang used as an errand boy and abused with constant beatings and starvation the plump little boy he was had turned into a skinny wild eyed looking beggar, and that's how he sat the rest of his days working between running errands for the Phoenix gang and picking up deliveries throughout the city, if he didn't the constant threat and reminder was brought into play his parents would be slaughtered.

This continued on till Nyx's fifteenth birthday, after all those years... nearly a decade of abuse he snapped he took what they had trained him that little skill he had with a knife to defend against muggers and his rage and he slaughtered the leader before taking a cloak and vanishing off into the chaos of the guild heading westward making his way towards the city of everything and anything that shining white star where every one in the world would come to visit eventually, Falador.

From there life became simple going to work with the dwarfs become an apprentice in smithing, life seemed to move quickly for him then practicing his work as he began to make weapons for the mass's for them to see and trade among others, life became better for Nyx he continued to live through working under a simple name a proper cover for some one like him and how he lived, the name he took would be the one people would become to recognize by later on when he went back to thieving, John Doe.

Half way through his twenty third birthday one more his life changed He received a job, a simple one Just steal and recover a ring from a man named Ronyo and deliver it back to the old man that he met. Simple break and enter only to turn it to be two complications... One this was his first theft job in years, and second there was a girl who had taken an interest in him and tried to help him because of how he looked...

The mission started off calm, the house was empty and the only way blocking it was the underground passage into it. Not wanting to chance anything he took a grappling hook he had used and climbed over the roof before jumping down into the courtyard moving quickly he moved searching the house looking for the owner and the ring he had been told to steal, like everything else the sword of fate made her second mark onto Nyx's life and drew him into a already set up trap.

<span style="color:rgb(204,204,204);font-family:Verdana,Arial,FreeSans,sans-serif;line-height:19px;text-align:left;">The days went quick and little seemed to happen or change one event after the next, the attack on him by the basilisk then the girl showing up, the both of them being capture and converted each one of them turned into demons by the rituals set forward by the house owner, the time passed quickly there as he seemed to grow weary of the chains that held him there until he reached breaking point... a shot at freedom and the escape run he wanted and needed...

<span style="color:rgb(204,204,204);font-family:Verdana,Arial,FreeSans,sans-serif;line-height:19px;text-align:left;">He would move making his way back to freedom slipping back into the shadows working as a grunt among the thieves guild in Varrock slowly working his way towards the top of the line and to the power he had running it... Soon bigger things were intended for it... many things were considered for it...