Name: Dorian Thyvaul (pronounced "Tie-val"
Homeland: Linhir, Gondor
Weight: 164 lbs.
Weapon: A longbow, and a pair of daggers (pictures below)
Bio: As a young boy, Dorian always dreamed of becoming a scholar, like his father before him, and his grandfather before him. On the eve of his 13th birthday, that all changed. Under the cover of darkness, an assassin crept through the bushes next to the Thyvaul household, sent on a mission to kill Jonathan, Dorian's father. Dorian was excited about the next day, and had been wide awake for the past few hours. He heard the slight shattering of glass, but it was too quiet to have caused anyone to awake. Quietly climbing out of his bed, Dorian's curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the door of his room. As the door creaked open, he looked into the hallway, down int he direction of his father's bedroom. A man clad in black opened the door into the bedroom and walked in. Seconds later, the tearing of flesh was heard and Dorian almost screamed in terror, but he was too frightened to do so. He saw the man walk out of the room and jump back out the window he had entered through.
Scared of what he would find, Dorian walked over to his parents' bedroom door. As he looked in, he saw on the floor the figure of his father, drenched in his own blood. On the bed was his mother, covered in her blood, with her throat slit open and a look of terror on her face. Falling to the ground, Dorian cried in sorrow for his parents.But he didn't cry for long, because he was now filled with rage at this man who had murdered his parents.
Searching throughout Gondor, he finally found a man who could teach him in the ways of the assassin. He was going to beat the man at his own game. His teacher taught him how to move quietly, how to quickly slice open a man's arteries, and how to remain unseen in a crowd of people. At the end of his 9th year of training, he felt he was ready.
After finding plenty of dead-ends, Dorian finally tracked down the man who had killed his parents. The man had let his money get to his head, though, and had forsaken his killing ways to pursue the life of a landowner. But Dorian still had to avenge his parents. Coming up behind the man, he thought the kill would be easy, until the man drew a longsword, spun around, and readied himself for a battle. Drawing his blades, Dorian lunged at the man. The fight went on for a few minutes, with neither side making any progress, until Dorian finally got a cut in on the man's right hand, therefore making his ability to fight almost nil. Thrusting his left blade into the man's stomach, Dorian felt a wave of satisfaction. Leaving the man's body, Dorian left as quickly as that man had all those years ago.
Since that night, Dorian has been a contract-assassin, killing whoever he is hired to kill and being paid well for it. Recently, he has been receiving many contracts from very shady people, and occasionally ones wearing very large black cloaks, but he doesn't much care, as long as they pay well.
One of his daggers: