His form, tall and muscular, yet slim, standing nearly six feet. He moves like an animal through the night, silent and swift. Several tattoos mark his face on the cheeks and forehead, commemorating his first kills. Tendrils dark and unkempt tumble to his shoulders, dark orbs piercing with a Killer's gaze. Black are his garments, not to tell of his caste but to shield him from the light as he stalks. Upon his person he carries ten deadly quivas, several slung at his belt, and two kept close for a quick kill. At his sides rest two wicked blades, scarcely two feet in length, the guards above the handle ingeneously curved and sharpened to disarm an opponent, or to remove his bowels with a twist of the wrist.
Radek was born on the shores of Port Kar. His family poor he began his life as a thief, stealing from the rich tradesman that passed their wares among the bazaars. His skills at stealth and his knowledge of the streets quickly came to the attention of various houses, who enlisted his aid in ferreting out information. These skills earned him more than enough to support his family. His activities, though profitable eventually attracted unwanted attention. Gathering what he could he fled Port Kar aboard a merchant vessel. He made his way to Ar, where he began to ply his trade once more.
It wasn't long before Radek found himself at the wrong end of an assassin's blade, having uncovered sensitive information. A former employer, the head of a prominent merchant house wished him dead, and hired a member of the Black Caste to kill him. Radek was not a fool, however, and evading the assassin crept into the Merchant Lord's house late at night, slitting his throat. With no employer the assassin gave up his search, and impressed with Radek's abilities offered to train him in the ways of the assassin.
And so began the life of a Killer...