Veteran Rogue
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2009
Raiden Zokari kept his face well-masked during the night of today. His black attire was equipped with many weapons and tools on his belt, Slowly he kept himself on the rooftops as the moon shoned on his foreign blonde hair. There was enough to evidence to prove he was an orphaned foreigner, Slowly he sneaked forward as his ocean blue eyes scanned the town with ease. No one had hardly disrupted him or his daily activities of killing, He would soon be killing another samurai who offended a ruthless lord of a neighbouring clan. Raiden loved his job and was raised for only killing and farming.
"Its too quiet"He whispered to himself quietly as he slid himself down a pole before rolling into the bushes.
"Its too quiet"He whispered to himself quietly as he slid himself down a pole before rolling into the bushes.