Edit:
Here ya go Darkness, that's a quick guide to the SPAM system. I think the only change to that is that we get 12 skill points instead of 10, but Amun will have to confirm that.

Alright, Montel's up for round two. If I get to enhancing his fluff and such I'll do so, as my writing skills have improved since Uneasy Alliances.

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Name: Montel Preznant
Age: 87 (although his aging stopped at 21)
Race: Lahmian (formerly Empire)
Appearance, Weapons and Armour: Montel looks like a dashing fellow; confident and charming. He wears his long, chestnut brown hair in a ponytail, and his army-green eyes are always lightly squinted.
He wears loosely fitting clothes that would match a fairly rich Imperial noble; nothing too noticeable or remarkable about them.Under it he wears a suit of pitch-black studded leather offering little in protection but much in stealth. Unseen in the shadows, he quickly makes his way towards targets he couldn’t pursue or that know too much and finish them off.
To finish his opponents off he uses two curved daggers, used for stealth ambushes and quick killing. What they lack in range Montel makes up for in speed, often getting up close with opponents making long-ranged weapons useless.
On the daggers he has a very potent poison intent on making his muscles fail, it can be hindering to deadly depending on how much poison the victim has suffered and how well his body can resist it. The first stage is the victim feeling it is harder to swing his weapon as fast as he’s used to and he notices his movements are slower than normal. The second stage is that his limbs start feeling heavy and he feels trouble standing. The third stage causes complete muscle failure, the victim falling on the ground unable to lift his limbs. Then the final stage kicks in and the most important muscle starts failing, the heart.
Montel always enjoys watching his victim going from the third to the final stage and sometimes he even starts feasting as they’re helpless. He finds the look of raw terror on their face priceless as they try to scream for help in vain, their vocal cords already disabled and useless.
History:Montel used to live in a quiet town in the Empire, his family had a small piece of land with farm animals and a vegetable garden. The town had a couple of houses, a bakery, a well, a chapel, a barracks and a couple of other buildings where the people lived quiet and peaceful lives. In other words; an agonizingly boring place for Montel. In his boredom he often turned to mischief and petty theft to amuse himself, much to the disgust of the rest of the town. If he was caught he often had to listen to the chapel priest lecturing him about right and wrong, Montel hated the man dearly. He didn’t understand how these simple-minded people could be content with such a dull life, even his parents and siblings were such simple creatures. Montel had to get out of this dung hole, he would take every chance he could get.
After a couple of agonizingly long years he finally found it. A group of Lahmians came and caused havoc in the town, killing villagers or even worse, convincing villagers to kill other villagers. Montel merely smiled in amazement, these beings did what they wanted and were having fun. As the Lahmians systematically destroyed the town they made there way towards his parent’s house where he was currently residing. They were surprised to see him smiling so happily, even after they had murdered his parents.
“You amuse me human, why do you not cower like the rest or mourn for your fallen relatives?” she asked, her handing reaching out to stroke his cheek.
Their was an air of authority about her and Montel had no idea the Lahmian was playing mind tricks on him, seducing him where he stood.
“Why cower for such marvellous beings, which have complete freedom to do what they please? And I do not mourn as I do not care about simple beings that are content with such a simple life.”The Lahmian nodded with a curious grin on her face, she decided to let the human live for now as he seemed to be far different from the other townsfolk. Montel then decided this could be his chance for a more interesting live; he mustered some courage and convinced himself to ask.
“I… I wish to be just as marvellous as your kind, the past years I have been trapped in this dull town, living a boring and agonizing life. Trapped between these simple minds that are content with this life, constantly reprimanding me for trying to bustle this place to life with some theft and mischief. Especially that damned pries who lectured me every time…” he said and after a short pause a spark flashed in his eyes as he thought of something.
“The priest, is he still alive, can I… can I watch as you kill him?” Montel said with a slight bit of hope in his voice.
The Lahmian laughed, a particularly sadistic and creepy laugh but Montel liked it.
“You have potential human, you certainly possess the right attitude. However, I am not sure if you have the deeds to fit your words. We normally save the priest for the last and have some fun, but tonight we’ll make an exception. You kill the priest with a simple dagger in the heart and you shall receive the blood kiss, mortal.” She said and she was surprised to see him nod eagerly in reply.
As they entered the chapel he saw the priest in his chair, held firmly in place by two Lahmian women. He slowly approached the priest with the dagger in his hand.
“Run Montel, get out of here while you can.” The priest shouted, but his eyes widened as he saw the dagger in Montel’s hand and the grin on his face.
“No, priest, I will not run, I will rid the world of an evil instead. You see, good is the freedom to do whatever the hell you want, bad is when people prevent you from living your life the way you want it. So I will now end your vile existence and live the life I always wanted to.” He said and before the priest could respond he quickly sank the dagger into the priest’s chest, piercing his heart.
His deeds were followed by applause of the Lahmians and he received the Blood Kiss. From there on he lived exactly the life he wanted, manipulating the simple-minded and doing whatever he pleased.
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Spirit – 3Mind control –
Montel can influence people to the point where they make outrageous deals or even willingly kill their own brother. 2(5)Physical – 2Fresh blood –
Montel does not only enjoy drinking blood it is important for him. The fresh blood has rejuvenating effects, restoring wounds he has suffered. If he fails to take some every once in a while he will suffer however. 2(4)Agility – 4Like a Shadow –
Even the slightest shadow is enough for Montel to stay unnoticed, giving him the opportunity to stalk his prey without worries. 2(6)Amazing Acrobat –
Montel can bend his bodies in ways mortals never can, dodging projectiles with more ease than others can or jumping far out of range in the blink of an eye. 2(6)Swift Killer –
The art of killing is a precious feat and Montel has learned quick and efficient ways. Getting up close prevents long range weapons from doing harm and allows his daggers to mutilate quickly leaving the poison to do the rest. 2(6)Mental – 3Death’s Embrace –
Montel’s poison of muscle failure, made to infuse fear in the victim and slowly kill him off. He enjoys to feast on his opponents while they are still alive, laughing at their fear. 2(5)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Looking good, Amun. I'll be sure to do some interesting things to make your job as host as difficult as I can.
