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Jasin the Assassin

This mod includes Jasin the Assassin as a playable starting character, and also Jasin the Assassin as a roaming wanted NPC with a high bounty.

Jasin has high tier equipment along with expert level combat skills and near mastery of the katana. (This mod has become much more, please check change notes and discussion page for more info.)

Jasin's Story:

Jasin had a typical youthe for people in his position, He grew up poor, with no family, left to starve or be killed by one of the many dangers of the world he lived in. However, Jasin was not abandoned by his parents, but by the slavers who tried taking them. "Tried" taking them. Although Jasin's father was not a warrior, he was however a tough, stocky man, uncommon for Scorchlanders. Which is surely why he was a desirable candidate for the shackles of slavery. They did not take this man however, instead Jasin's father chose to attempt to buy time for his wife and son to escape. But with only a walking stick in hand the fight was soon over, and as little Jasin looked over his mother's shoulder he watched as his father was slain.. Not only slain, but practically butchered right before Jasin's eyes. With Jasin's mother being rather feeble, she did not make it too far with the encumbrance of Jasin in her arms, especially because of the vicious squirming Jasin was exerting in a hopeless attempt to save his already deceased father. Jasin's mother was drained, and with one of the slavers only a few steps behind she made one last attempt to save her son. She threw little Jasin off what seemed to be a 30 foot drop into a small, rather shallow stream.. But the stream was just deep enough for Jasin to survive and with only minimal injury. Jasin desperately tried keeping himself afloat, trying to remember the few lessons his father had the time to give him, but it was hopeless. Jasin was weary, with the images of his father and the sounds of his mother's screams just before hitting the water, he just couldn't manage to do it.. As he accepted his fate and sank back to the bottom of the stream, drained of all energy, drained of all hope, he thought of the wonderful memories of his mother and father, almost.. at peace. But in short time, that faded. He grew angry, angry and desperate for oxygen as he felt the pain in his lungs. Jasin once again thought of the lessons his father gave him, focusing on the preservation of his life, hoping there's still a chance to save his mother..
Jasin filled his lungs with oxygen. He made it to the shore of the stream, a river for someone of his size. Jasin wasted little time to recover, sprinting against the cliff, searching for a slope that is not too steep to climb. He made his way up and ran to where he was last in contact with his mother.. But she was not there.. All that was left was his mother's ragged blood stained blouse.. Jasin dropped to his knees.. He did not know of his mothers fate, though brave, he knew he was not capable of doing anything for her in his state, and did not want her sacrifice to be in vain. He had to live, for his mother, for his father, and for his vengeance. The sun was setting, and Jasin knew that he would soon find himself in danger if he did not find somewhere safe quickly. He looked around, trying to recognize the area he was in, within just a few seconds Jasin knew where he was, he was just drowning in the same stream his father taught him lessons in, the stream just down the road from The Hub. He made his way in the direction of The Hub, moving rapidly, thinking of all the dangers just behind him, causing him to run faster than he ever knew he could, nothing could catch Jasin in his mind, he was determined to live, to find his mother, and to seek vengeance for his father, and for that he needed to train, he needed to make it to that town. When Jasin arrived at The Hub he was more exhausted than ever, and Jasin was not used to being alone. He was lost. Jasin had no money, Jasin had nothing, and he quickly realized the harshness of the world after that day he lost his parents, the day he almost died, and the first night sleeping in the dirt near a bar, hungry, cold, and afraid.
Jasin soon resorted to stealing. The scraps of food left by adventurers and mercs just wasn't enough, at that rate he was eating half a days worth of food in the course of three days. He knew he would starve to death if he didn't take action. So he did. If he wanted something he took it, and began to realize he was quite good at it. That went on for only a week before he felt himself not going anywhere, he wasn't making any progress on finding his mother, slaves are captured from around the hub daily, no one he asked had ever seen his mother, and even if they had they wouldn't have bothered to remember her face. Jasin was not seeking vengeance, he was just living, barely. Jasin had seen some shady folks across town, he figured he'd keep his distance, avoiding potentially losing his life, but now it was time to see what those shady folk were all about, maybe, just maybe they would be willing to help little Jasin. But Jasin wasn't stupid, in the past week he had seen the world for what it really was, he knew if he wanted anything he would need to give them something in return. So Jasin spent the next couple of days using every trick he knew to pull off more thefts on more valuable items than he ever has, only being caught once but being lucky enough to escape. Jasin then carried his sack of valuables over to the tall tower on the other side of the town, to be greeted by an intimidating tall fellow, a greenlander, dark skin, eyes like lightning. The fellow looked down on him, not saying a word. Jasin made sure to not give off the slightest indication of fear, and raised words with the man, offering everything he had including his service, "So long as it doesn't involve enslaving." he thought, asking only for the shelter the tower provides, and training if possible, as he looked at the mans sharp sword and prominent physique. The man chuckled as he sifted through the bag of "valuables". "Some of these things must've been hard to come by, ay little one?" he chuckles again. Jasin stays silent, waiting for the mans acceptance so he can get to training straight away. The man looks Jasin up and down. "Aye, you can band with us. But just know kid, if you don't pull your weight, you'll be out of here faster than you got in here!" he chuckles loudly.

"What is your name little one?"

"Jasin."

"Aye Jasin, come on then." as he leads Jasin inside.

From that moment on, Jasin was a Shinobi Thief. It wasn't long before he rose to the top, mastering all of the skills a thief would after years of work. But for Jasin, it was only one year. Jasin trained little in combat, mainly in the art of sneaking, picking locks, and pulling pockets. But Jasin knew that if he ever wanted to look for his mother and avenge his father he would need to master all of the skills of combat as well. So Jasin began taking on contracts. Not to steal, but to murder.

"Aye, that Jasin he's a cold one ay? He just showed up one day and quickly rose in the ranks, barely sayin word." -Thief Boss

"No one knows where he came from, but his eyes are cold. Wouldn't want to get on his bad side." -Shinobi Thief

"I'd love to get a scalpel and poke around in that ones head."
-Thief Plastic Surgeon

Jasin honed his skills in the art of assassination, becoming swift with his katana gifted to him by his mentor from the guild, one who was not too fond of killing, but was fond of Jasin's life. Jasin learned much from this man, but much more from his own experience, which was a lot more than his mentor ever got. Not only did Jasin grow in skill, but also in wealth, accumulating vast sums of cats from all of the contracts he so flawlessly completed. But with that, the bounty on this mystery man grew.