Name: Ryan Pratt
Age: 18, or at least that's what I tell people.
Weapons: Broadswords and pistols mainly, but I also use tanfas, rapiers, longswords, etc. I'm a jack of all trades.
Homeland: I moved around a lot so I'm from anywhere and no where.
Element: Fire and shadow
Gender: Male
Weaknesses: Expressing exactly what I'm feeling and lack of attention.
Strengths: Combat and being inappropriate at the wrong times, as well as the right time.
Appearance: Usually wearing dark clothes, a lip peircing on my bottom lip, medium length black hair, and black boots.
History: I was brought up in almost the harshest of circumstances, seeing as how I'm half demon and all, I was taught how to defend myself with almost every weapon from a young age. My mother died giving birth to me, my birth was too much for her human body to handle, so I was put into the foster system until I was eight when my father took me out and trained me to be his most trusted assassin. By the time I turned sixteen I was awarded title of captain in his army. Now I wage war as one of his generals. I take my place as a feared and trusted member of my father's court.
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