I was brought up in a wealthy and proud household. We were honorable and well skilled in the ways of fighting and hunting dishonorable and worthless bandits and criminals hunting and assassinating high profile targets with ease. I was what you call an apprentice to my father him teaching me the ways of stealth and killing. One day I one of the high profile targets came to my father with a large group of armed men wishing to talk. And talk they did killing my father on the spot he stood and I watching from a distant cliff when coming back from the local town. From that day on I was forced to survive with the gear that my father gifted me and the skills he taught me. Following his legacy only to reach the final goal killing the man that killed my father.

It was tradition to fight in my family we were brought up that way fight was the only motivation need to strive us to success and now with my father killed I have another revenge and anger.

Dense Musculature: Once per round, as a maneuver, may suffer 3 strain to leap to any location vertically or horizontally within medium range.