Datyl Silentcomet

[Kyle Carpenter]

I. Overview
Name: Datyl Silentcomet
Nickname: Datyl
Age: 72
Gender: Male
Birthdate: Unknown
Race: Dark Elf 'Drow'
Marital Status: Single
Religion: Was Lloth, now... His own.
Occupation: I.B.A.c. - Rogue
Weapon of Choice: Short Sword/ Dagger
Primary Affinity: dark
Secondary Affinity: Destruction
Weapon Appearance:
1 Short sword [ Frost Bite ] - The blade itself is a glacier blue tint towards it. Within it etched is a shooting comet, the hilt was black, wrapped in a brown leather and soft jewels.
2.Dagger [ Viper Strike ] - The blade was tinted in a viper green, etched within it was a viper head and the hilt wrapped in black leather.
Weapon Abilities:
1. Like the name implies... It deals a death blowing feeling as the blade percies through the skin of the cold.
2. Viper Strike... Deals a poison towards the victom as it slices through the skin.
Armor:
Armor Appearance:
Armor Abilities:
Preferred Method of Combat: Swordsman, Hand to hand, magicka
Enchanted Items:

II. Family/Lineage

Mother: Dead
Father: Dead
Brother(s): Unknown
Sister(s): Unknown
Name of Spouse: N/a
Children: N/a
Extended Family: I.B.A.C

III. Physical Appearance

Hair Color: Snow white, long.
Eye Color: Yellow
Skin Tone: Ebony
Height: 5' 7
Weight: 150 Lbs.
Identifying Marks: Unknown

IV. Natural Abilities
1. Infra red vision: Able to see through darkness and heat signatures.
2. Shadow walking: Able to blend through with the surrounding shadows
3. Tracking: Through intense training he is now able to track small animals up to larger ones; even human beings.
4. Magicka resistance: Fire.
[ MORE TO COME ]

V. Sorcery Abilities
-Destruction
1. Artic Blow - Dealing a high amount of frost damage towards the target.
2. Blizzard - A twenty foot ratious dealing a good amount of damage towards all targets.
3. Burning Touch - Deals a small amount of damage to a single target.
4. Blazing Spear - A large flame made spear shot at a single tagret for a medium size damage.
5. Cold Touch - Deals a small amount of damage to a single target.
6. Electrocution - Deals a high amount of damage towards all targets.
7. Electric touch - Deals a small amount of damage to a single target.
8. Hail storm - Does a meduim size damage to all targets within the ratious.
[ More to come ]

-Illusion
1. Mute - Silences the target from magicka for three turns
2. Commanding Touch - Able to command creatures for three turns.
[ More to come ]

VI. Techniques
Sneak
Blade
Light Armor
Block
Destruction
Security
illusion

VII. Proficiencies:

- Archery: Moderate
- Daggers: Surreal
- Maces: Learned
- Pole arms: Advanced
- Staves: Poor
- Swords: Surreal
- Unarmed: Surreal
- Projectiles: Bad
- Whips: Not Compatible
- Shields: Advanced
- Hammers: Learned
- Missiles: Poor
- Axes: Moderate

(Legend for proficiency- best to worst)

Surreal
Advanced
Moderate
Learned
Poor
Bad
Not Compatible


VIII. Misc. Information

Pets/Familiars: None
Favorite Color: Black
Favorite Flower: None
Hobbies: Unknown
Guild Affiliations: I.B.A.C, Rogue's Macenary
Personality Traits: Calm minded, Stubborn, Adventurous, Competitive
Fears/ Phobias: Unknown
Favorite Dish: Anything
Preferred Sport/Activity: Swordman
Artistic Abilities: None
Musical Skills: None
Likes: Fighting, Traveling, Winning...
Dislikes: Loosing.

History: Datyl was casted out from his own homeland; Menzoberranzan within the under dark beneath the lands of the North. The dark elves are a cruel and terrible race, and those of Menzoberranzan are no exception. Within each city controlled by the priestesses of Lloth, a constant and subtle war rages between the noble houses, who are vying for power and the favor of the Spider Queen. The greatest house of Menzoberranzan is house Baenre, and though it has suffered setbacks in recent decades, it is still strong and confident in its greatness. He lied to Lloth, the spider queen, escaping after a couple months into the surface world, blinded by the light. He lost most of his magical enchantment's gifted Menzoberranzan. Over the years, he’s traveled all over the surface world, not staying in place forever, but getting his essential needs. From his traveling he made all sorts of friends, with some enemies, with him he carried his two weapons and his clothing on his back.

Traveling light, he borrowed a horse from a near by village, he galloped through the night, and the next day ahead of him. He rode into the large city, called 'Fire-Flame Valley’ he jumped from the horse saddle, looking around he already had uncomfortable stares looking towards him, he ignored them. He headed towards the trade store, his keen hearing the rude comments from most near by civilians that he passed. He entered the store, grabbing the supplies his needed, he headed towards the cashier, paying for the items with gold, and he soon left. It was getting dark, the stars soon shinned above along with the full moon, and the civilians were still out walking the streets along with the guards. As he started his journey out once again, until a bright flash appeared in the alley way, he tilted his head, sneaking up towards the alley way, his hands quickly moving to his own weapons. His right hand flung up, his fingers wrapped around his daggers hilt, a group of ex-military about five of them rushed out, in form, each of them having different weapons, and the main one was a M4 Carbine.

Baenre was in the shadows blended perfectly, they started to slaughter everyone in sight, the guard ran in, but didn’t survive. Baenre slipped through them, soon standing in front of the portal, he looked back towards them all, then back at the portal. He walked through the portal, seconds later, he standing in a closed room, a science lab, it was Farley large. Dr. Johnson sat at his desk, working at his desk quietly he did, Baenre slipped from the room, now walking down a long hallway. He was confused at the moment, not knowing where he was, the place was filled with ex-military personal "What are they doing?" he soon asked him self softly, he tilted his head back towards the room, wanting to know some answers he did, quickly he turned around, slipping back into the room. The scientist was gone, his eyes widen as he looked at the machine, smirking was walked to it, looking at the control panel's, his dagger, the blade of it, dug into the metal, now damaging the machine. He nodded as he walked back to the doorway, slowly sheathing his dagger back into the leather scabbard; he looked both ways it was clear, he made his way down the hallway. It seemed like it was empty, until he saw a guard, looking up he tore down an air shaft vent, jumping in, he covered it backup.

He crawled through the vents silently; he was lost for the time being, making his way down the vent shaft, he finally found his exit. Punching out the vent shaft, the piece of metal making a loud noise as it hit the tiled floor; he dropped down quietly, he jolted towards the door. Now escaping, it was amazing, to himself, flying vehicles, his yellowish orbs scanned the area, seeing only civilians lying against the ground, huddled by fire. He walked slowly down the cement sidewalk, now facing a large building his eyes widened against the front was I.B.A.C ( In-Human Being Assassination Confederation ) as he entered a young female, greeted him a with a soft smile "Welcome To the I.B.A.C building, please help yourself" was the only words that came from her mouth, he nodded as he walked on. His eyes scanned the room, his hands against the hilts of his two weapons, seeing a group of people walk his way, and he hid behind the corner of the hallway, not knowing what to do. Peeking he saw them unarmed, he walked out from the hiding place and towards the group, liking what he saw and the training from his own kin the drow. And the military training they provided made him absolute now stronger than ever he lurks through the shadows; hunting down prey he's the eight member of the I.B.A.C.