Errol King [D2] // done

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head assassin - marksman - gunslinger

the king grinned red
as he walked from the place
where the traitor lost
both his name and his face[/center]

The King is bored. He is always bored. His jesters and jokers are always too busy to keep him entertained and even when they do make time for him they lose their novelty quickly. His patience is thin and his attention span short. That's the way it has always been and always will be. His face is expressionless except for the occasional eye-roll, twitch of the mouth or sigh. Bored, bored, bored. He has no friends, only colleagues - Understudies. Other Assassins. Even they are boring.

They don't like him too much, that has always been a given fact. The King is a cold, harsh character who seldom offers praise or encouragement. He is a man of perfection, a man who will stop at nothing until the execution is flawless. There is no room for error in this King's court. None whatsoever. The others tease him, try to provoke him. They make cruel japes or light-hearted jests in an attempt to get him to smile or lighten up. It never works. The King is too professional to be friendly.

Nalaar trained him before any of the others. Of course, the King is the oldest of the Assassins. He was first to be chosen and the first to be trained. Nalaar tore the kindness out of that boy - Made him ruthless... An unstoppable killer. He took an innocent child with all the makings of a simple Career and turned him into something much more dangerous. He put a crown on his head, called him King. He was always the King though, even before he was an Assassin. Never before had the name carried true meaning.

The King gets bored, so very, very bored. Assignments are all he lives for. Targets. Heads. If he's given a name the boredom is gone and the fun begins. Heck, if you pay attention enough you may catch him smile once in a while. The King enjoys the chase as much as the kill. The rush, the adrenaline. It's all he wants all day every day. Oh, and the pressure - There's always pressure on the King to perform well. If he doesn't, it's on all of their heads. Some cripple under pressure, but the King thrives - He's addicted.

He's the best. He's the King for a reason. None of the Dukes and Duchesses that serve with him are even close to his level of expertise. They know that he wears his crown for a reason and they never question it. Not to his face, anyway. He's the King and his word is law. The only person who is above him is the Kingmaker - The man who trained him, crowned him, made him what he is - Nalaar. Perhaps Sicarius too, but the King would never admit that to him - It would make the mentor too smug.

The King blends in with the crowd. He hides in plain sight, like he has always been told to. So he wears dark clothes that help him sink into the shadows and slip between groups of people. Other than that, he likes to look smart when he's at the safe-house. The King isn't a peasant - He keeps up appearances.

The King's weapons of choice are two elegant pistols that were imported especially from District Three. They are his pride and joy - His twin pistols, one in each hand. Bang, bang. Hand-crafted, decorated with encased wood and stainless steel frame. He rarely uses knives, but often carries around a walking stick that conceals a long-barrelled rifle. He is an excellent marksman, but his hand-to-hand combat skills are lacking. He leaves what he dons dirty work to his understudies. He prefers to pick off his enemies without them knowing he is even there. What he lacks in power and speed he makes up with deadly accuracy.

Long live the King, the bringer of heads. The executioner, the judgement bringer. The Assassin, the cold, the bored. The adrenaline junkie. Long live the pressure addict, the madman and the power hungry. Long live the hidden, the accurate the ruthless. The precise, the perfectionist the harsh. Long live the King.

through the halls and the corridors, stinging in blood
he tasted his grin and it tasted good
the king took his head
left him broken and dead

lyrics: motorhead - "king of kings"
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