Name: Ermete Costa
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-Six (26)
Name of Brotherhood: Avenging Angels (assassins for hire by common folk)
Rank/responsibility: Messenger, deliverer of missions
Abilities: eagle-eye, basic fighting skills, knows how to conceal a weapon
Personality: a bit smug, but knowledgeable in the basics of killing and torture, but focuses his attention on knowledge gathering
Appearance: Picture
Hair color//length//style: Ashy blonde, shoulder, feathered
Eye color: amber orange (think like a hawk's eyes)
Height: 6' even
Body type: runner's = lithe, thin, agile
Clothing: the basic clothing of a common worker in Italy, nothing that draws in people's attention
Bio: The son of a courtesan and a forgotten politician, Ermete was raised in the whorehouse in secret, taught all the arts of observation and how to obtain information from others without their knowledge. Ermete hadn't even begun puberty when he was acquired by the Avenging Angels, a group of self-taught assassins who tended to take jobs and deals from the common folk who couldn't afford to pay in gold or time, and used specifically for gathering information. Taught only the basics in defense, Ermete focuses on delivering the latest mission from member to member, returning every night to his bed in his mother's whorehouse.
Other: Nothing as of Now

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Standing underneath one of the newly repaired aqueducts was the well known assassin messenger, Ermete. Ermete sat, slowly munching on his only food for the day, a couple fruit and a slice of day old bread. Finishing up the last of his fruit, he wiped his hands off on his pants and glanced about. The mark was somewhere around here, and tended to follow the pathway he was standing on. He glanced at the sky and shook his head, something had to be wrong, the mark usually passed this particular aqueduct at high noon, and it was hours past that. Ermete either missed the mark when devouring his food, or the mark hadn't bothered to walk past at all.

He took a deep breath and looked for one of his fellow Avenging Angels. Spotting one garbed in ceremonial robes for a typical tradition at church, he made a typical normal gesture of pushing his hair behind his shoulder and moving to pull it into a ponytail with a piece of leather from his pocket. The other nodded, taking the cue for what it was and returning to their overall 'boss'.

Ermete surveyed the area once again and turned to head back, to enter the whorehouse he'd always known as his home, when another Avenging Angel got his gaze. This one was different than the first he'd spotted, wearing a bright yellow cloth the AAs had come to recognize as specifically 'important'. This one rubbed the inside of his wrist, a cue to return to base before someone else ended up coming for him. Ermete took his hair out of the tie and slipped into a crowd, working his way towards his latest assignment. Hopefully he'd get home before it became too dark, he hated being seen by the politicians and sick-minded individuals who all seemed to take extreme attention in the presence of a male living in such a place.