Sebastion Nightingale is a man without a past or future. At one time he used to be the most feared Assassin in the Black Lotus Society and earned the nickname of "The Songbird " due to his amazing psychic powers that aided him in his jobs.

He was assigned a mission to kill a High Priestess deep in the jungles of the Green Hell, and told that if he succeeded he would be promoted to the head of his own branch (Provided he could off the residing head of the BLS branch) If he failed he was sure to die, either from the attempt to assassinate the High Priestess or from the BLS themselves (always taking steps to not being embarrassed those BLS guys!)

His attempt succeeded and like always he carried out the job professionally, without a glitch. With the High Priestess dead the BLS now could apply pressure on this religious sect to bring about unfavorable warnings to Lord Elric from the Southern Free States that lay on the Southern coasts past the immense jungles of the Green Hell.

Of course they needed a fall guy so poor Sebastion, who was only doing his job, was ratted on by the BLS and then hunted down by just about everybody you could think of. He did what he did best and attempted to disappear through one of the many unstable gates within Arduin. He found one and leaped into the unknown, knowing what lays ahead definitely would beat what lays behind.

Unfortunately, out of all the rifts he could of chosen, the one he did pick sent him to the Southern Continent. He traveled lightly and quickly, knowing that he must only escape his pursuers and plot revenge for the betrayal.

Soon those that hunted him found him and a great fight ensured deep in the bowels of the Great Wurm Road where he thought he would be safe. 100 of the king's finest tracked him down there, a place where both horror and wonder collide and legend entwines with reality.

Sebastion fought bravely, and very dirty as well, killing them in droves so that if there were any survivors, they would be sure to use his name to frighten little children gone bad. In the end only 2 emerged from that despairing depth and though they would be richly rewarded for killing the man named Songbird, they would forever have their fears remind them of the horrors he brought forth that week in the depths.

The 2 rode back and told the king who was pleased and could answer the free cities with the head of the one who took the life of their High Priestess. The BLS was happy as well for the blame could now be directed and misdirected towards the king so that they can edge their own powers deeper into the kingdom structure for their own needs and goals.

Deep in those caverns beneath the steel-gray skies and hot desert sands, movement from a crag brings notice to a group of priests looking for something amidst the stinking carnage. A headless corpse surrounded by the bodies of no less than a dozen warriors gives them pause and to their surprise a wounded Songbird drops out of his hiding place dressed exactly like the headless corpse. He tries to stand vigilant against these cloaked priests but faints from blood loss from a dozen wounds all possibly mortal and a split head that pulses fresh blood in front of the startled on lookers.

A year goes by and Sebastion finds himself in care of the great healers of the world, those who reside within Godshammer in Godslost Desert. He is well tended and soon he is his old self yet one thing is missing, that of his memories. He has no recollection of who he is or what he was, only that his name is Sebastion Nightingale and that he was a warrior once.

Another year passes and he leaves, although when he comes back to Arduin as a simple mercenary he seems to forget near everything about where he was for those past 2 years.

The BLS has discovered that he is back and now seeks to kill him as he was high up in their ranks and the damaged he could do would be disastrous for them. With each attack Sebastions becomes more knowledgeable about his past skills and profession but still his true past is unknown to him.

Because of the BLS attacking him he in turn fights them, refusing to give in to their needs of his death. He knows that his past is involved somehow and that he must discover who he is if he is to stay ahead of the assassins sent forth by the BLS. His only clue is when he dreams. A beautiful Elven woman whose hair is of spun silver and eyes of the deepest twilight stands before him always beckoning him to come forth with one hand and warning him of unseen evil behind him with the other. She casts a shadow on a wind-whipped sand dune of the impossible, her shadow is that of a dragon.

Name: Sebasation Nightingale
Race: Human Class: Psychic/Assassin
Alignment:  Moderately Lawful
Legacy:  Gentry EL: 32/37

Int:14 Wis:17 Con:14 Str:15  Dex:18/36  Agil:19  Ego:17 Cha: 13
Mechanics:12 Swim:16

Special Naturalist: Can always find edible plants and good water. +3WIS; +2INT; +1CON
Abilities: Natural Warrior: +10BF to both Attacks and Defense.
Natural Linguist: Can speak 10 additional languages and read all others. 20% chance to read magical writings.

Class Abilities: ASSASSIN:
Primary weapon: Rapier +10ABF
Weaponless ABF: +25
Climb Ability: 80%
Hide Ability: 75%
# of Actions per CF Count: 5
Special Abilities:(Martial Arts)
Wraith Walking
Cat's Claws
Cat Climbing
Double Punch
Cat Walk
Balancing
Metabolic control
Pain Control
Cat Sense
Contemplation
Target Sensing
Defy Death
Waiting

Class Abilities: PSYCHIC:
Intuit Traps, Secret Doors, Poison, Enemies, Evil, Magic,
Clairaudience, Clairvoyance,
Speak to plants and animals
Unlock Chests, etc..
Levitate
Speak in tongues
Mental confusion, fear
Man-tracking, Monster-tracking
Invisibility
Unlock Doors
Psychic Chains
Locate Objects
ESP, MIND BLANK
True Sight, Nightmare
Intuit Objects
Mental Scream
Mental Fist of Striking, Telepathy,
Mental Hand of Grasping
Telekinisis, Animate Object, Mental Suggestion
Yogi, Self Healing
Teleportation, Psychic Force Field

Racial Abilities: Secondary Skills for Sebastion:
Dancing, Court: 76%
Singer: 98%
Play one stringed instrument: 70%

Appearance:

Sebastion, aka..."The Songbird" is of normal stature for a human, standing just shy of 6' and weighing perhaps 170 after standing out in the rain. His muscular build give one thought of speed and quickness, rather than strength or power.

Raven black hair tops a weathered face unlined and ageless making him appear anywhere from his 20's to his 40's. Steel Gray eyes almost devoid of all color that are hard and piercing soften against an easy laugh or a smile.
His garb overland is that of the Mercenary half chain and leather armor, all blacken for easier care. A great cloak provides warmth and some protection from both the elements and attack as it is interlace with small chains to aid in warding of the blows of weapons. A single Mithril broach holds the cloak together and depicts a upright sword grasped by the blade with a mailed gauntlet signifying that he was once apart of the valiant and now dead company known as Shadowfist Company.

In the city he prefers to wear colors of black and Crimson spyder silk and will often be seen carrying a lute of exquisite taste and value with him.

Across his back is a Dai-Katana, or Daito whose grip is Black pearl and bears a Rainbow Diamond that, rather than emits a radiant light from any light around, seems to draw all light to within its faint pulsing black heart. A sheath made of Black Oak covers the blade.

He is a man that can easily blend into a crowd and not be noticed if he doesn't want to be.
Sebastion has the unique ability to become acquainted with all forms of social customs almost instantly. From the poorest hovel to the richest lord and king, Sebastion can blend in within moments and act as though he belongs. Even different cultures he can pass as being apart of them if given but a few days to study.

In all, Sebastion is a man who is nobody and everybody, all and nothing, who has no past and leaves the future where it belongs so that he may concentrate on the present, where he belongs.

Special Equipment:
+7/+7 Daito (Oblivion)
+7/+7 Poniard (Hell Fang)
Amulet (Skull Star)
Ring of Free Action
Ring of Night
Oils of both Immobility and Immolation