I was born from a clan who are very excelent marksmen, my clan was commonly hired to carry out assasinations for our village and for other villages, who ever hired one of us usualy had the advantage. However the village that we stayed in last required our unique blood line trait, the sight guise. My father who was the best marksmen that ever lived rallied the mass number of our clan and rebelled against our village. We took over the village with ease and made sure that our clans secrets would remain in our blood forever.
But their was a problem, one of our number, my fathers brother was a hired assasin for the regime and wiped out our clan one by one using our advanced techniques to his advantage, he eventualy fought my father in intense combat. My father lost, and he told me to escape and start a new so that our clan can be remembered forever he gave me his favorite gun Ivory
I did what i was told but was hesitant, my fathers brother captured me, tortured me and bestowed upon me my clans greatest secrets as a result of the torture. When i was free i killed my uncle and took his gun ebony and wandered for days on end getting used to my new power. I then wandered to the nightmare. This display of power will be the perfect place for me to start a new