Broken Wings

Updated: 9/15/14
Name: Xavior Alexander Malice
Age: 24
Height: 6'8"
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Blue eyes. Pale. Sharp jaw line. Broad shoulders; muscular build.
Killing Style: Twin double sided blades; hand guns; archery; crossbows. Mutilates victims with cursive lettering; capitol XM carved into the right cheek.
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My eyes scan the freshly printed information sheet of my new target. Xavior Malice. One of the ONAs' most wanted. The Order of Nine Angels; an organization of assassins. Trained killers. The members of this organization sign a blood oath. An oath that if broken; the other members have the right to kill them on sight. And they will. Without blinking. We are trained not to feel. To crush emotions at the threshold of the mind. And I. Well I am one of the best there is in the Order. The similarities between myself and the desired target are uncanny. The fact that he specialized in the exact same weapons as I interested me. Though the interest ended there. Emotions are for the weak. I am not weak, therefore I deny any emotion that tries to break me. The only thing I feel is bloodlust. The thrill of the hunt. Or so that's how it was up until I met my target. I tend to like to play with my prey before I end their lives. But this one dances toe to toe with me. Predicting my moves before I even know them myself. My last target destroys me from the inside. He makes me feel. And therefore ends my life.