Deaths_Legion

Name: Dalero, but most just call him Dal.

Appearance: He stands 5'9" tall. His eyes, a light shade of blue, are so eerie that people describe them as though he's "looking into your soul." Often described as determined and very intelligent, but he mostly just charges into combat. He likes to play mind games with his victims before he takes them down.

Bio: At an early age he was orphaned, leaving him to fend for his own, and that eventually led to him becoming dependent on no one. He does everything his own way, and completely ignores what others say. Because so, he decided to get a job hunting bounties. All of the criminals he killed never stood a chance, and so he went for the big money. A very hefty sum on one "Nightstalker" caught his eye, and he went searching.

Story:

"Nightstalker, surprised to see me?" he said in a sarcastic tone. The man was obviously not going to answer, seeing as how he never had before. Dal had hunted Nightstalker for quite a few years now, and every time they had met, he had gotten away. He was a slippery one, and quick too. His deft movements surprised even Dal, who wasn't slow himself. He took the strap off of the metal club at his hip and tossed it into the air a couple of times. "Not speaking, huh? Guess I'll just have to do this the hard way then." Dal hated when his victims didn't speak, it left less room for mind games. No matter, he would have his money one way or another. He thought it better to let Nightstalker make the first move, lest he screw up somewhere along the line.

((Don't know if that's acceptable, but I would like to duel! ^^))

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