Appearance:
No copyright intended.
Name: Unknown. Goes by mononym Izel.
Nicknames: Z, L, Dragon, Blade.
Code Name: Izel.
Age: Unknown, rumoured to be only 19.
Height: 6 feet.
Build: Very slim but very strong.
Gender: Male.
Species: Human.
Hair Colour: Blood red.
Eye Colour: One bright green eye, other one always covered in bandages or eyepatch.
Special Markings: Eye scar, fire burn scars along one arm.
Piercings: Eyebrow.
Tattoos: Crest of Red Dragon Society on cheek below eye, but tiny.
Organisation Member Details:
ID: 0000A.
Titles: Izel, Master, Sir, Dragon.
Occupation: Head of Red Dragon Society assassination organisation.
Nationality: Possibly Italian, Spanish or Romanian.
Association/Organisation: Red Dragon Society.
Symbols: RDS crest, Izel signature.
Current Location: UK.
Alibis and Personas:
Simply does not exist on any legal record, anywhere.
Monetary:
Worth: One hundred thousand billion euros.
Bank Accounts: Bitcoin and one Black Market 'bank' owned by him.
Other:
Biography: Unknown. People think he burnt his birth certificate and at the age of fourteen made the Red Dragon Society. Some think he's some sort of genius. Others think he's really just an immensely powerful political lord, but his refusal to get involved with the government kill those claims. He's too secretive for anyone to know anything about him, which makes him seem a bit less human than most.
Personality: Naturally commanding despite not really caring for having control over others, but he does enjoy the unbelievable amount of power he has. He's direct and gives people what they deserve. He never wastes his time with those unworthy of it and is quickly to dismiss those with bad performances from the first trial–never even bothers to help them get out of prison. It was a pre-agreed-upon deal so they can't really complain.
He's swift and stealthy as fuck, taking care of things without much, if any, attention. If someone threatens him, they're dead in a day or two. He's far too knowledgeable without anyone knowing how he does it. His small physique easily gives people the impression he's weak, which always backfires on them and plays greatly in his favour. Those who don't know him don't take him seriously and quickly regret it when they do interact with the strange man. He's never friendly but he's polite and hardly ever curses. He gives orders but never watches over people while they carry them out–as long as you do it without alarming the public, he doesn't care what you do.
Combat:
Weapons: An enormous troupe of assassins just waiting for his wishes.
Vulnerabilities and Emergencies:
Allergies: Latex.
Weaknesses: Heart condition he takes medication for. His closest assistants and other workers who actually go places with him tend to carry emergency medications and adrenaline shots just in case. He never wears himself out physically, to avoid fits.
Phobias: Being unable to recover from a severe relapse.
Skills, Education, Black Market:
Inventor: Yes. Also supplier.
Talents: Strategy, information dealing, mind tricks and con arts.
Special Abilities: Cheating.
Black Market Reputation: Best supplies.
Hacking: Yes.
Weapon-making: Occasionally.
