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Name: Hino Tamura Age: Twenty-Six Height: 5'11" Role: Assassin Personality: LOYAL : RESPONSIBLE : AGGRESSIVE : DISTRUSTFUL Bio: (Optional) Hino, an orphan, was trained from a young age to fight for survival alongside many other children like himself. It was a lonely childhood and lacked the proper warmth that only a caring mother or father could give. Hino became an Assassin purely for one reason, it was the only thing he knew how to do. I hate war. The Assassin laid silently across his back on the ground, covered from peering eyes by some bushes and clenching his side as he tried to delay the process of bleeding out. He would usually bandage himself up in this kind of situation but he lost most of his supplies when his team was attacked by enemies from the village they were attempting to infiltrate. It seemed though that the enemy knew they were coming, perhaps Hino had a rat among his team. I was too careless. Everyone was dead, if he had been a bit more careful then maybe this dilemma could have been avoided. But no, he wasn't careful and now he shared the same fate as the rest of his fallen comrades. Hino was born alone and he was damned to die alone like any other man he was forced into the life of an Assassin. Amber eyes agape, Hino stared up at the night sky as his breath hitched. Amazing, he thought as the night sky shined with glittering stars, never before had he actually had time to just look around him. For a land filled with war it could almost seem peaceful. "Maybe...I'll be reincarnated..become a bird or ladybug." The brunette grinned softly at the thought of having a kind of life with peace, it was better than the one he had now. "Argh!" He groaned with his eyes shut tight as he clenched to his side, the adrenaline from his earlier fight had now worn off and he could feel his body ache. It hurts. Soon the pain would be too much for him and he'd pass out, then bleed out on the grass he laid on. His eyes shot open, hearing foots steps not to far off from where he was lying. Was the person going to pass by and leave Hino to bleed out or would he discover the Assassin and dispose of him quickly. The brunette instinctively pulled a small blade from his side and tried his best to prop himself up. As the sound of feet neared closer and closer Hino got himself into position, he hadn't the energy to stand on his own feet so he had to settle by leaning against a tree, keeping the small blade close to him. Why was he planning to give a fight when he was already bleeding out and this life had nothing more to offer him. It was probably instinct or that's what Hino wanted to think. The brunette tried to control his breathing as much as possible but it was almost impossible, he even began to feel his hand tremble as it held the blade. Strange