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1. What does he look like?
The Assassin is, quite frankly, a big man. He is probably around six feet tall, though no more than an inch or two taller than Regina herself, but he is also wide at the shoulders, stocky as an oak tree, and possesses quite enough brawn to knock a man flat. (Of course he never hits backhanded, because no gentleman would.) His hair, typical of the Saxons, is hay-blond; he wears it long and braids a long piece before each ear. He has no beard, however, due to an unpleasant habit of singeing it.
2. How old is he?
I have not gotten a straight answer on this point, but I should say he is around 24 years old when Regina first meets him. Like Regina, however, he can seem much older; unlike Regina, he can at other times seem a great deal younger.
3. In three words, what kind of personality does he have?
Flamboyant. Elemental. Vivid.
4. Tea or coffee?
He can make tea out of nearly any edible plant, but prefers stronger brews. He has never tasted coffee, but I think he would like it if it were Turkish and black. I daresay, too, that he would not be adverse to simply chewing on the beans; he is quite fond of chewing.
5. What is his favorite season or type of weather?
The Assassin is fond of a clean, sunny day at the end of winter, where the spring warmth is beginning to seep through and the first flowers are showing. He likes a light breeze to take the edge off of it, a wide pale sky and a few cirrus clouds, and a sun as broad as can be. Rain, snow, sleet and slush are all extreme nuisances; nights are good, but only warm ones in summer or, at the very least, early autumn. He is a trifle picky in this regard.
6. If he had magic, how would it manifest itself?
The Assassin's magic would be of the elemental sort; he could command fire and water, but I believe earth and air would be his primary domains. He would be, I think, extremely powerful in a raw, unfinished way; however, it is perhaps just as well that he does not have magic.
7. What are his favorite clothes?
The ones he wears. He is not one to take careful note of what he has on - it's a wonder he has never forgotten clothes entirely. He has a blue cloak that has been in his possession a long time, smells horrible and is quite worse for wear; I doubt he would comprehend anyone's objections to it, nor would it occur to him ever to give it up. He is fastidious about his gloves, big leather things that he stitched himself and of which he is inordinately proud.
8. Is he musical?
Good gracious, no. This failing does not, however, keep him from singing and whistling with gusto and no tune.
9. Does he have any annoying habits? Any habits at all?
Whistling is one of his primary habits, and even the birds find that irritating. When he has once hit upon a joke that amuses him, he is likely to repeat it often in daily conversation; it will still tickle him six months later, and by the time a year has passed it will have cemented itself in his vocabulary (but he'll have forgotten its origin). He fusses inarticulately to himself, burns things a great deal, always buys irksome horses, and refuses to bathe.
10. What do other characters think about him?
As a travel companion, Regina thinks him trying but, on the whole, not as bad as he could be. She thinks he smells, that three quarters of his mind have not matured one jot since he was five years old, and that eight times out ten he has not the least notion what he is doing. His religion, or lack thereof, is a source of irritation and wonder to her; his macabre jokes rub her fur all the wrong way. However, she also admits him to be rather clever, in his own way, and not altogether unamusing.
Others tend not to think of him at all, or, if they do, they think him a sort of bodyguard or servant - or Saxon. Animals are fond of him, though, probably because they always manage to extract treats from him. If he had but one lump of sugar, he would give it to his horse (but it wouldn't be much of a sacrifice, because he doesn't like sugar in his tea anyhow).