Post by *~`{Creed.Of.The.Assassins}`~* on Feb 23, 2010 14:28:46 GMT -5
Altair stared into the empty darkness, slowly flicking his wrist dagger in and out.He smirked softly, watching as spirits flew around. Yeah, ghosts. He had plenty of them that many will never get the chance to find out.He smirked once again before jumping from the rafters, and landing softly on the ground below, in a crouched postion. His blue eyes were hidden by the hood that he hardly ever took down. If you were lucky you might just be able to see his mouth, but as for everything else on his face, it wasn't noticable. His features were always hidden, always as if he had something to hid. Nothing, other than his identity. He sighed softly, and looked around once more before moving himself forward. Decorating his belt were seris of knives and what not. Yes, he was loaded with weapons. What assassin wouldn't be? He grinned to himself once more, and just stood there, waiting for someone to come along. Yes, he had confidence in this.
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