[b]Name[/b]: Scar (Alias)
[b]Age[/b]: 25
[b]Star[/b]: Tensoku Star - The Godspeed Star
[b]Hometown[/b]: Let the records show that Scar hails from the Island Nations. It is unknown otherwise, but the just so the records are correctly transcribed.
[b]Occupation[/b]: Thief
[b]Weapon[/b]: Baram and Tizona, Jito and Nitta, Kuraido and Interceptor
[b]Runes[/b]: Raven Rune
[b]Class and MP[/b]: Combat Caster
[b]Character Description[/b]: (Needs work.)
[b]Biography[/b]: Scar, (and good luck trying to get him to reveal his real name!), is a freelance thief. There isn't a job too big or too small that he will turn down. His stealth skills are second to none. Thanks can be attributed to his natural talents, but the majority of the credit has to belong to his unique Raven Rune. The Raven Rune, which Scar pilfered in his travels long ago makes him the ideal covert operative. The Raven Rune allows Scar to blend into the shadows of any of his surroundings making him invisible to the naked eye. He could be standing in the very same room as someone and they would not have the slightest clue. Scar is not a cutthroat by nature, but that does not mean he has never taken the life of a target he has been paid to eliminate either.  
[b]Personality[/b]: Scar is not a cold person, but he is very calculating. He accepts only missions he has confidence he can accomplish and rarely works with anyone. To anyone who does come in contact with Scar, he can come off as quiet, sarcastic, or often cynical individual. To his close friends he has been known to be a practical jokester, but those are few and far between.
[b]RP Sample[/b]:

Water splashed him in the face, waking him from his unconscious state. His eyes slowly started to open, his view was hazy and everything was a blur. His eyelids squinted, the images around him were foreign. His body was lying in the dirt of a chamber of some sort. Above he could hear the murmur of people chanting and cheering. Two torches hung on opposite sides of the pit, far too high for anyone to reach. The flames flickered with the passing winds. The lights cracked and sparked in the dark arena setting. It seemed apparent that it was nighttime otherwise. Down below they created a dim shadow on the far left side of the open area.

Scar could not help but to smile.

A voice echoed from up above, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention. It seems as though our entertainment is beginning to stir." He was reckless. He accepted this job from a shady Zexen contact. "Four men enter the death pit, only one gets out, or if we are lucky, all of them perish!" The plan seemed simple, but perhaps it was too simple. Scar was to infiltrate an underground fighting coliseum and eliminate the slave hoarder that called himself the Ringmaster. The crowd ate up the announcers introduction. "The walls are lined with spikes and weapons. It's every man for himself." To be honest, Scar was not really paying much attention to the rules of the contest. "We know each of you has a history of violence, so killing for survival should not come as a new prospect for any of you." The man chuckled to himself.

It seemed as though the other men down below were not hesitating. All three men ran towards the closest weapon and prepared to defend themselves. The voice chimed in again. "Oh and please do not try to escape." As he said that an arrow whizzed through the air and struck one of the men in the head, striking him dead on contact. "And please, trust me. If you survive I shall reward you for your heroics. Begin!"

"Peh," Scar said as he jumped to his feet upon hearing the sound of footsteps from behind. He was unarmed and had to create a diversion long enough to create an escape plan. He turned to the man who had picked up a pole arm and shield who was advancing on him. Scar quickly slapped the long slender spear to his right side, evading the initial thrust. He then grabbed the man by the wrist and started to fall on his back. He placed his right foot on the man's mid section and used his momentum to fling him on his back. The crowd went wild. The man dropped his shield upon impact. Scar picked it up.

With Shield in hand, Scar turned his attention to the other man much to the crowd's disapproval. Boos starting cascading down from the stadium seats, but it did not faze Scar. An arrow came for him, but he quickly deflected the attempt on his life. The other man stood hesitant opposite of Scar. He was dual wielding short swords, but seemed smart enough to analyze his opponent.

Scar did not hesitate. He used the shield as a projectile and flung it towards the hanging torch on the left arena wall. It man a huge clanging sound as it banged against the wall and shattered the torches mount. Arrows started to fly through the air, but not before Scar reached the fallen flame. He extinguished the dying fire and then vanished as the darkness enveloped that side of the pit.

The crowd grew silent. The announcer went livid. "Find him! This is unacceptable! I will not have these slaves make a mockery of my business!" with a snap of his fingers, the archers stationed up above let out a flurry of arrows into the pit. Both of the two remaining men did not stand a chance. They were riddled with arrows in an instant.

After a minute of pause, the announcer spoke up confidently, "Let it be known I will not be made a fool of," he paused has he let out a prideful chuckle, "This is my arena and no one gets the upper hand on meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" His last words came out as more of a whimper then a proclamation. As soon as he spoke he fell down to the ground, crumpled and deathly still. his guards rushed over to his side, but his fate had been determined already. He had been sent to rest with the men he was trying to play God with.

Scar emerged out of the area with an arrow protruding from his shoulder, "Peh." Was all he said as he looked back at his work. He had climbed out of the pit with the help of some spikes and the hole in the wall he created with the shield. With it being night, he could easily slip past any of the Ringmaster's guards. As the boastful man was making his final speech, Scar had snuck up behind him and delivered a fatal stabbing in the mid section. His prolonged last word was his final grasp of living breath.

"For now, I will have to "repay" my informant," and with that Scar began to travel north.