"I am a Blade. Tempered steel sharpened to a perfect edge. I live off blood and flesh. I succeed when others fall to my touch. A blade has no friends. A blade has no allegiance. A blade is a tool of death. I do not make friends, I create corpses. I do not have a family, I destroy them. A blade has no other purpose to it but death. A Blade is emotionless, dispassionate, loyal only to its purpose. A blade passes from wielder to wielder and never remains. To remain is to rust, to remain is to find a false reality amongst the void.
There is nothing beyond life. There is only the perfection that I attain by becoming a weapon. If I fail at this task, I become nothing.
Life is nothing, merely a place marker that shows who is winning, I have to be the winner. The means don’t have to justify the ends, there is no one to justify too. There is no justification. There is no justice. A just universe, would not tolerate my existence.
I am Kylar Safferian Civardi.
I am a Blade."
Being short for a night elf, he has an advantage in mobility and flexibility.
Life as a blade has left his body comprised almost entirely of scars. His neck and face have managed to avoid the same damage, though not completely. A thin scar arches up from the corner of his left eye, over his temple and into his hair line, the same strike that made the mark having removed most of his left ear. His right ear has been bitten clean in half. The remains of both ears are shredded and marred with unsightly holes and nicks.
Civardi's right eye is missing, removed as a trophy by a mage named Volaren. The loss has not affected Civardi in the least.
Civardi's skin is dark like the shadows he utilizes. His hair is a thick mane of dark ocean green, matching the thick length of a well groomed goatee.
Civardi can be summed up personality wise as primal, and unemotional.