Name: Howl
Age: Unknown
Star: N/A
Hometown: Unknown
Occupation: Unknown (Scholar?), Ex Howling Voice Guild Assassin
Weapon: Handgun - [Archer] [Tyrant] [Harbinger]
Weapon Rune: Resurrection
Runes: Head: Sealed / Right Hand: Gale / Left Hand: Darkness
Class and MP Tier: Runic Warrior - 7/6/4/2


Character Description: Cold blue eyes and unruly silver hair which passes his neck, Howl has a calm look most of the time, not even changing as he makes a kill. Even when he gives his silent smirk of amusement, he remains dark and cold in presence, and even his smiles seem void somehow. At times though, he has shown a very unpredictable change in appearence, becoming enraged and frightening. Almost his entire figure his covered in black garments, from his sleeved shirt and baggy pants to his long cloak. Despite the dark clothes, he has fairly pale skin, although he is not as pale as some people. Due to his cloak, it is hard to see what exactly he is carrying on him, but he does have a powerful semi-automatic handgun made of black metal, which looks too big and heavy for him to wield the way he does at first glance since he is quite a lanky man, standing at about 6'1" in height.




Biography: A talented yet cold man who has a great amount of mystery about him. Orphaned at a very young age by a fire, Howl has no memories of his parents at all. He spent his early years growing up in an orphanage, but the people there were not very kind, and it did not help that Howl himself was quite an outcast in general. He was verbally and on occassions physically abused by the adults, until he one day escaped. Although his life on the streets was short, Howl was abused by soldiers on occassions as a way for them to vent their anger, until one day when he snapped and managed to kill one of them. Before the other soldiers could harm him, they were shot down by an assassin of the Howling Voice Guild, who then took Howl with him.

Due to Howl's willingness to kill that soldier and also ability to do so, the assassin believed that this youth would be a good choice to raise as an assassin for the Howling Voice Guild. It was also the Howling Voice Guild who gave him the name Howl, as he cut ties with his real name, or at least what the orphanage called him. He quickly showed remarkable talent within the guild and passed through all of the training which they put him through, becoming a killing machine both with and without his gun, and he also showed remarkable skill with a katana, although he did not carry one with him on his assassinations. He skillfully carried out one assassination after another until he was given a job to kill a certain young woman named Pandora. This young woman had apparently learned some sort of secret about a corrupt aristocrat who decided that it was vital to have the girl killed.

Howl left to take care of the assassination, but certain events which happened during this mission changed his life. By a twist of fate, circumstances happened which resulted in Howl and Pandora falling in love, but it was not to last. Even despite Howl's efforts to prevent it, Pandora's assassination was carried out, and when it happened Howl snapped. He killed the one responsible, the former mentor who brought him into the guild. Never to return to the Howling Voice Guild, he started to drift from place to place, searching for the mysteries of the Sindar anytime he finds a lead. Pandora had been deeply passionate about the Sindar, so Howl searched them out for that reason, and a few reasons of his own. Anytime a member of the guild tracks him down he takes their life without hesitation, and his hatred for Harmonia is deep. He encountered Zweig on a few occassions in the past as well, the two becoming rivals with a complicated relationship.


Personality: Considered a loner by nature, Howl is a very cold and ruthless person who will show absolutely no mercy to anyone who stands in the way of his goals. He very rarely talks to others, finding small talk a waste of his time, and not going out of his way to make any friends. When he does speak, he is usually rather blunt in his words, and he has shown that he cares very little about what other people think of him. He is quite an anti-conformist, despising the idea of being controlled by anyone in anyway at all and having a rather strong hatred towards the ways the vast majority of governments are run.

Howl's intelligence, and more so his instincts, are very sharp and his skills are often extremely frightening. He is skillful enough in combat to be incredibly dangerous against most people even without the aid of his handgun, and he has great senses which aid him in his travels and searches. Even Zweig has complimented him on his talents in the past, and it is hard to receive praise from that man. He has little regard for life, including his own, having found much emptiness in the world, and as a result he has no fear of death. He is inflexible in his ways of life and finds it impossible to place trust in other people, and he is also rather easily bored. Despite that, he has a great level of confidence in his abilities.

Although Howl would seem like a bad guy at first glance, he is in fact not an evil person. He has gone through much emptiness and void in his past which has lead him to find it difficult to get close to others, especially considering the possibility of them one day getting in his way. Most of his current emotional state is a result of the death of Pandora, who Howl loved dearly. Deep down inside of him is a man who secretly yearns for romance, but he feels like no woman could ever replace Pandora in his heart, and he also believes no woman would ever be able to love a man like him. He wanted to protect Pandora but was not able to, something which haunts him even now. He never admits his exact reasons for seeking out the mysteries of the Sindar. Much of it is because Pandora was so fascinated by them, so he is searching for them for her, but there is also a deeper reason. A lot of his lack of regard for life in general actually comes from the lack of regard others have had for his own life in the past.


RP Sample: -Flash-

"... I won't forgive you... any of you..." Howl said, his fist clenched as he stood over the head body of Pandora, her blood pouring from the bullet wound she received which had brought an end to her life.

"This.. ends.. NOW!!!" Howl said out in a loud voice as he turned around and pointed his gun in the direction of the other gunman in the area. This man was the one who brought Howl into the Howling Voice Guild, and he was also his mentor, but that was all over as of this second.

-End Flash-

Howl's blue eyes opened from his flashback as he heard foot steps coming in his direction, his eyes now coldly turning in that direction as he watched for the person behind them. Howl knew that he had been alone on his way down into this hole which he believed lead to a Sindar ruin, but now it seemed as though someone was coming down behind him. Howl had taken a break at the bottom of the hole to think a little before entering the passage underground, but now it looked possible that he might need to deal with this person first.

Pointing his handgun out in front of him, Howl watched carefully as the footsteps started to get closer to him. He felt no fear, but he still was not going to let his guard down, although he had a feeling that this was not someone from the guild. As the figure finally started to come into Howl's sight he spoke in a calm, cold voice. "Who are you, and why are you here?" Howl asked, his eyes never leaving his target for a moment.

"Zweig." the man said calmly, continuing to walk forward without showing any fear about having a handgun pointed at him. "Why I'm here is my business, so I'll just pass through." he continued. Howl responded to the reply with a slight smirk, although it was a rather dark one, keeping his confidence completely. "Searching for the Sindar ruins." Howl said calmly, watching Zweig stop as soon as he heard the words. "You're very perceptive." Zweig said, offering a compliment which was a rare thing for him to give.

Howl brought his handgun back down so it was no longer facing Zweig, and both men stood calmly as they examined each other. From what they could gather, both of them were extremely skilled, perhaps enough to be worthy rivals for each other. It had actually been a long time since Zweig had met someone who possessed this sort of presence, as this guy looked like he had been to hell and back in his lifetime.