Name: Blaise Han Porter

Title: The Demon Prince

Kingdom: operates out of Trolux, goes all over

Nicknames: Porter, Princeling, Demon

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Human

Looks:

He's 6'2

Personality: Blaise is cool and confident, smooth and quiet. A shadow one moment, gone the next. He knows when to hold his tongue, and he knows when to use it. He is intelligent, though it is a subtle intelligence, one he doesn't flaunt. He is skilled in strategy, and understands human behavior quite well. In particular, he understands human fear quite well. He is incredibly skilled and he never leaves a trace, unless he wants those hunting him to know he was there. He loves a good chase, leading the authorities on, making them think they are close, then vanishing without a trace. Don't let his quiet confidence fool you, when he is with friends, he is relaxed as he can be, talkative and snarky. Otherwise, his words are issued sparingly. If you are on the other side of a sharp barb, count yourself lucky you aren't on the end of his sword. Blaise is swift in judgement and punishment, and leaves little room for error. You mess up once, it's a small miracle if he lets you stay. Be grateful if he does. It means he has use of you. Once you stop being of use, that's when things get dangerous. Though he carries himself like a man in charge, he actually isn't. Yet.

Likes: his guild of assassins, respect, his job, money, pleasure, parties, his blades, loyalty, success, victories

Dislikes: disloyalty among his assassins, things not going to plan, not-knowing things, failure, disrespect, traitors

Skills: combat skills (sword-work, throwing knives, hand-to-hand), negotiation, reading people, blending in, staying hidden

Backstory: Blaise did not have a normal upbringing in the slightest, son to the Demon King of Trolux, leader of this branch of the Assassin's Guild. Blaise didn't mind it, though, taking to the work and training with no complete, and with a quiet grace. His mind was trained in the way of reading people, strategizing how to stay ahead on on top, and how to take down empires with a few assassinations. Blaise was respected and feared by his guild, both because of his father's title, and the path he carved for himself. Some find Blaise a little off-putting, his quiet observations a little too good, and too close to home. Not to mention the fact he carries himself like he is better than everyone. Blaise started this line of work young, making his first kill at 13, and his first solo mission at 14. Blaise is a master of blending in, a master of languages. He never stands out, always on the outskirts, but never caught. Every so often he'll have fun with a chase, but otherwise he remains unheard of or unseen. Only his guild knows what he looks like, and therefore he can go out in town without a worry of being caught. He doesn't look like his father, but rather his mother, so he is safe in that department as well. One day, Blaise will take over his father's work. Until then, Blaise is more than happy to follow orders.

Other: His sword is called 'Mortis' and is an obsidian blade, and his matching dagger is 'Spiritus'.
He is covered in weapons that can't be spotted by the untrained eye
He speaks nearly every language that is on is continent, including sign language