Name:???
Alias: Lunar
Age: 21
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 183lbs
Slim body with slight muscle definition, strong but not overly bulky, more relying on speed and agility rather than overpowering.
Species: fox
Fur color: silver with white 
Eyes: silvery blue
Clothing: tends to wear light tan pants that fit loosely but still snug enough to get in the way though more suited for a commoner. A light tunic that covers his body, sleeves that are more bulky and hide his paws. A cloak that can cover his entire body if he wraps it around him, the cloak a deep dark blue held around his neck with a silver fox head clasp. He tends to go bare foot for the most part. He also wears a mask when he works, a solid white mask with silver decretive lines along the edges. The mask completely covers his face.
Profession: assassin
Orientation: Bisexual
Weapon of choice: arm blades. Two razor sharp blades that remain hidden up his large sleeves but are easily unsheathe them. Each end adorned with a silver crescent moon. Each connected to a slim yet sturdy chain that travels the length of his arm and into a well-crafted mechanism that he wears on his back under the cloak, a simple pulley system allowing him to chuck and return his blades if needed.
Silver magic: a magic that draws power from the moon along with the user. More energy from the caster is used if there is not enough power from the moon to cast it. The magic itself tends to either target a targets mind or the ability to affect something by giving up something else, an alchemists magic as his father had sometimes called it within the book that he had written
Losing his parents as a young lad his grandparents took him in. Even at a young age he showed a knack for fighting, taking after his father as his grandparents would sometimes say. By his early teens he headed out into the world, his grandparents getting along in years and he didn’t want to put more burden on them then he had to. Though he soon found he needed a way to make money which proved difficult. After failing at several jobs he stumbled upon a simple slip of paper, a wanted poster. Looking at it he had the feeling that he would be able to take on jackal that was pictured on it. Alive or dead 1000 gold pieces. He had only what he brought with him, his clothes, a clasp shaped like a fox head, his father’s book and his favorite knife. After many nights of searching he found the jackal, Terak. The Jackal had just laughed when the young silver fox told him to surrender and to allow himself to be turned in. His laughter stopped when he took a slash along the leg from the knife. The fight lasted for a many minutes, knife clashing with an old sword. The fight ended with a bloody jackal lying dead in a corner and a young bloodied fox panting heavily, a large gash along the left of his chest. That had been the first person he had ever killed and after that he knew how he would earn his money. He would do the only thing he knew how to do, he would fight. After that day he began training his body, reading into his father’s book, his collection of his knowledge and thoughts. Within he found a section dedicated to what would soon become young Lunars most powerful weapon, silver magic. Magic that’s energy called from the moon above.

Lunar found his blades on one of his travels, searching for a stubborn old bull that had stolen from a powerful duke. Tracking him led him to the mountains into the old lairs of the alchemists, now legends among the land. He had cornered the bull and was about to kill him, for there was now bounty for alive, when the floor gave out beneath him. He crashed down through the floor, hitting countless objects in the dark before coming crashing down into a pile of thick moss covered rocks in a dripping cavern. What this place had been he couldn’t tell only a little light spilled into the room from a crack in the wall and from the hole he had come through. In front of him though, gleaming in the brought light where two blades, still sharp, hanging in their respective sheaths. He set down the old knackered blade he had been using that he had token from the jackal. Slowly he took the blades and removed them form the sheaths, arm blades. Not ordinary swords but blades that attached to the arms instead of the use of a hilt. Just holding them made him know without any doubt, these blades where meant for him and no one else.  He equipped them to his arms, both still sharp. He took the sheaths and hung them onto his back. Then he began to climb back up, blades easily stabbing into the earth, the rock softer than the rest of the mountain, the blades slid in and out effortlessly as he reached the top. Not surprisingly the bull had already left. But that was alright, what he had claimed was far better than the reward for that bull. Combined with the magic he had been studying he felt there was no one that he could not fight.
Years passed and he came of age, visiting his grandparents as much as he could. Over the time had acquired a mask that he used to conceal himself. He had almost even forgotten his old name, going by the name Lunar now. He had captured and killed countless people by now, earning a good amount. It was on his 19th birthday that they approached him. Members of the assassin’s guild. They offered him a place within their halls as a member. It only took him a moment of thinking to agree, and he went with them. That morning he had visited his grandparents to celebrate his birthday. It had been the last time he had seen them not wanting to risk their lives with his new occupation, who knows who would target the family of a member to strike at them in any way. Though, he did manage to slip them a simple note, a good bye to them and for all they had done for him, and a promise that he would return some day to catch up. “just like his father” they had said, reading the letter
It only took a year and he was ranked among the top of the assassins guild, along with two others, Solar and Twilight. The three of them where the best assassins in the guild