They were the bridge to peace. Each of them, even the ditzy blond, stood in opposition of their common enemy. King Jelorent was the overwhelming threat that loomed just over their heads. It was unwise for them to underestimate them, and so they didn't. And in time, he was defeated beneath the combined might of their group and the Weaponians that they carried.
After they were finished, the journey complete, they returned home as heroes. The people welcomed them with open arms and they rose to promising roles in life. Except for one. He was the dark spot on their little group, one that thrived in the darkness of the planet's races. Only the moon glimpsed his form, his “true” form, and nobody else. As the people he once helped moved on, he gathered like-minded individuals. To help him in cleansing the world.
His organization was dubbed; the “Assassins”, as their victims were killed from the shadows. And nobody would realize that that person was dead until the following week. Truly the work of an Assassin. The only hint that they were there was the mark left on the wall as some kind of warning to others. He, the very founder of this organization, was dubbed the “Mentor” for he was the one that imparted his knowledge to each of his underlings.
Before that, he was known as something else. It was the name of someone that the group knew that they could depend on, one that they could turn to in their time of need, one that shielded the innocent from the injustice of the world. Nobody stood as his equal, a lethal specter that lurked in the shadows. His name was Damien Moreau, a former native of Isshun, and he was the Mentor of the Assassins.
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Damien's Assassin outfit
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