(OOC: Ah. So I get to meet everyone. How nice. In any case, I'm now firmly working for the Kamajin, unless one of you can convince me otherwise. Incidently, I'm not a vampire. Don't make me one, though you're welcome to mistake me as such.)
The Assassin smiled at the people in front of her. She was clad in black, from her black sleaveless sweater to her black leather gloves, her black slacks and her black boots. It's almost impossible to tell where the shadows end and she begins, just as it's impossible to give her an age. The best estimate one can hope for is that she's between fifteen to twenty-five.
Almost absentmindedly, she lifted a hand to pick at the black collar around her neck, noting to herself the unusual tightness. The Kamajin had been a little tight strung recently. As she surveyed the three standing in front of her she laughed to herself. Weaklings.
"So. Are you going to try to fight me?" The Assassin's voice is mild, and soft, but there is a sinister undertone. "Three against one? I don't think that's very fair." She smiles, which is to say the corners of her mouth turn up, and all her teeth are visible. "Don't worry about your miserable lives. I'm not here to kill you. If I was, you'd be dead by now."
She laughs as she takes in the looks of the three. "Dias is waiting for me, though, so I won't keep you here." She takes a step back into the darkness, suddenly dissapearing from sight. There is only shadows where she had been.
And one mile out of town, the Assassin laughed, together with the Kamajin next to her, enjoying the darkness.