History:Zill grew up alone, he never knew his parents other than dark faces and a small house in the middle of the woods. When he was younger, his parents where killed. He was taken by these men who not only killed his Father by cutting off his head, but raped his mother then slit her thought in front of him and raised him up to be the worst plague for the others in this world. Knowing they would not be able to teach him much just he would be forced to rely on his knowledge and strength to survive in this world. 
 
When he turned 12 he killed his captors growing tired of how Kind they were to others that gave them money, finding them weak and not worthy of being alive, living off the bread crumbs of the rich that pay them to take out this person or that lady. He took the sword they gave him as a present for his first completed contract and some other weapons from their cold lifeless bodies with him on his travels. He started to travel around looking for something to do, his hot head started to cool with his growing age, for he soon found that just openly killing people will only cause more trouble for him and force him to move. But if he was instead to trick the people he could get what he wanted and not have to resort to bloodshed, but he found that he still had to resort to this pretty often do to people being stubborn or stupid. 
 
He despised people who would crawl on the underbelly of city and eat the bread crumbs that the higher up people would drop for them such as prostrates thugs and petty thief who had no skill and would just break into a place kill some people maybe then grab stuff and leave. If you where to see many dead people such as these scum then you would know that you would have to look over your shoulder twice for that means that Zill would be ether nearby or in your city stalking people and waiting for his chance to stick. The only problem was unless you knew what he looked like he could walk right passed you for he looked like every other normal guy he even made a point to hide his swords or daggers some times so it would not seem like it was him even if you had heard the story. 
 
He now chose to walk form town to town wondering what the world has come to, Watching over his shoulder for he too would be no match for these vampires people speak of he makes a point not to trust anyone easily just for this reason. This makes him seem as if dissent at times and drawn back form the world but he is paying attestation to what everyone is doing if he is not alone and even if he is alone he makes shear to not let his guard down for more then a few seconds at any given time. Lately he has been making the village hidden in the mist his home. He manly only goes there for a few missions periodically and will prefer to keep to himself. He dues not trust anyone he works with for he knows the bloody past of the mist and knows that at any moment they mite turn on him since he had not been born mist. Though he is growing rather fond of the place and would be more then willing to aid in its deference if he was to be called on.