Post by Darkfall on Mar 17, 2008 18:40:27 GMT -5
Character Name: Raven Fynolt
Height: 6'5''
Weight: 186
Age: Appears 19
Skin Color: Lightly tanned.
Markings: Long faded tattoo around his throat of two tigers fighting, meeting snouts at his throat
Eye Color: Sectoral hetrochromatic(Green, blue, and teal where the two colors merge)
Hair Color: Deep black
Personality (brief): .
Alignment (optional): LN.
Occupations:
Education Level: Never went to school, what he learned he learned himself on the road.
Family: Unknown if living.
Birthplace: Dalelands, tiny village near the Desertsmouth Mountains.
Background: Raven was born in a village near the mountains on the western edge of the Dalelands in an isolated village of all lycanthropes. Born into a relatively normal family, predominantly of females, Raven had a normal upbringing amongst a pack of his kind. Being the only son and favored of the father, he was taught to live among the pack, hunt with it, use his senses and control his transformation, his childhood overall was very happy. Due to his regeneration he looks younger then his true age and he appeared 8 when he was indeed 12, though as he grew older that gap grew. Also, when Raven was 12, a group of humans settled nearby and due to the isolation of his pack and the wisdom of the Alpha, named Asaeria, the pack maintained good relations with the humans, though one and all hid their lycanthropy. The children of the two villages often played together in the great forest in between the two villages. One day the human boys decided it would be fun to spar with each other, so in a small mock tournament they all boxed. However, Raven was always physically stronger then humans his age, in fact he was already near as strong as a human 6 years older then him due to his lycanthropy. Raven had beaten the kid horribly on accident and in retaliation 5 of the human's friends jumped on Raven and proceeded to beat him to near death. As Raven lay there in pools of his own blood, the five circling him as they laughed and jeered, Raven transformed with a great roar. The other children fled, lycanthrope and human alike, all to tell their elders what had happened with the young lycanthrope. And Raven, in his blind rage killed and devoured the five around him, who were too shocked to run from the enraged lycanthrope. When Raven regained himself he sat amidst the carnage crying. Of his entire village, only two came for Raven; his father and his mate, Annabelle, who was chosen at Raven's birth mutually by both families. Horrified at the state in which she had found her mate, Anna went to console Raven, but the humans also came but they did so with torch, sword, pick and sickle. The humans attempted to use numbers to overpower the young lycanthrope and strike the head from his shoulders. Raven's father, Aickon Fynolt, moved to defend his son and and his young mate. He instructed the two children to run as fast and as far as they could and to never look back before he himself transformed into a feral form. Aickon ran in the opposite direction of the children, roaring and howling. Anna and Raven transformed to their own canine forms and ran as swift as their legs would take them, as Aickon instructed they never looked back..
Raven and his older mate, Annabella, traveled across the Dalelands to spend a little over a year in Harrowdale working, Raven as a stable boy for a short time. Though this did not work out too well, as most horses feared the young wolf. He eventually was able to convince a smith to take Raven as a worker due to his unusual strength and stamina. Raven had hauled various things for the smith, performed delerives, etc. Annabella worked nights as a barmaid at the local inn. Under the façade of being orphans, the innkeeper felt sympathetic and let them stay for next to nothing, as well as offering Anna a place to work. Soon they decided to head back west toward the Desertsmouth Mountains to see what happened to their familes. Even at the age is 13, Raven's preferences of weaponry and armor were set from watching the guards of the town spar and keep the peace, often slacking to watch them while on his deleveries. After Raven talked the the master smith into it, he forged a plate mail for the young man and a sword. The sword which the smith had forged was large, long and heavy for such a boy. Much to the surprise of the smith, Raven was able to wield it well enough as he was able to mimick the movements of the guards he so often watched. Not perfectly, but well enough. Even Raven's mate, Anna, in preparation of heading back west across the Dalelands had donned armor and weapon as well, though she leaned toward the lighter side. Wearing leathers with two short swords crossed on the small of her back, which in the agreement the smith had forged for her. Anna, who at this time was sixteen, was by every account a very beautiful young woman. She was tall and lithe, always nearly as tall as her younger mate, and fair skinned. Long and straight flame red hair fell well past her shoulders, her eyes, had the same brightness as Raven's, though they were a crystal blue. and her smile broad. Much to the dismay of the inhabitants, the pair of lovers set out in search of their families and village. Crossing the Dalelands relatively quickly and with little trouble, the pair of lycanthropes returned to a sorrowful sight. The village in which they had spent the majority of their short lives in was razed. Moving quickly to Raven's home first, they found the skeletons of his mother and his sisters, Sasha and Celeste, still pinned to the walls with arrows of silver, upon the shafts were carved the battle standard of Tempus. The two had guessed well enough what had happened: Tempurian warriors came across the village looking for shelter and through one way or another, discovered that it was a village of lycanthropes. They had set out immediately to purge them all. Naturally Anna had discovered a similar sight with her old home.
Through eyes clouded with tears the two set off, leaving the Dalelands behind them forever. They two wandered Faerun together for about five years before coming to the gates of Fenmyr at the ages of 18 and 21. This was a dark time; the Crystal War was just beginning to rage. As they entered the first town they had come across, Raven had spotted posters of recruitment, offering insane amounts of gold for pay. That night in the inn room which the two had rented, Raven spoke to his lover trying to convince her to let him join the military. His main argument was how badly they needed the money. Doing odd jobs on the road was all well and fine, he said, but they had very little income; often resorting to raiding caravans as lycanthropes then coming back a day or so later to get hired on to protect the same caravan from...well, themselves. By morning, Anna had agreed. In their agreement, Anna would stay in this town so that Raven could always find her, and send the money he made back for her to tuck away. With the last of the money the two had, Anna had bought a small home in the slums. Seeing his mate settled in, and making sure she had work, Raven had left. With an emotional departure, Raven went to become a soldier. Through fire and flames Raven charged through his training, honing his wild fighting style. Monthly, Raven would write to his mate and send her the better portion of his pay, which was considerable. Anna had always written back, letting her younger counrerpart know that she was doing well.
As suddenly as Raven had joined, he was thrown into the Crystal War, fighting the hordes of the undead. Quickly Raven had become known in his unit as a natural and fierce fighter, always eager to charge into battle with a smile upon his lips. Everything was going well, until the letters from Anna stopped coming, his own letters beginning to be returned. Distraught with worry for his beloved mate, on the eve of a major battle Raven had concocted a plan to desert the army to return to find what had become of Anna.
Shoved into a battle wagon, holding his great sword close to him, Raven and the rest of his unit were being rushed off to the battle. Unfortunately for Raven, the movements of the cart, the warmth of so many bodies near him made him drowsy, and he fell asleep. Sleeping, he would not be able to see the direction in which they had come. The cart lurched and commanders yelled for the men to unload in the middle of the battle. Rushing out with a roar Raven went about doing what he had done best, hacking and slashing at the undead foes. In Raven's own confusion an undead warrior slammed his short sword up to the hilt in Raven’s stomach. Falling back and blacking out, Raven had been the closest to death he had ever been. When Raven awoke, it was many days later, he could tell from the decomposition of the corpses. His armor and sword gone, including the sword that was sticking from his stomach, all had been looted. The Fenmyrians had won the day and set about looting the gear from the corpses and when the short sword was removed from Raven’s body his regeneration had taken over. Now alone, without gear and lost, distraught over his missing lover yet able to do nothing about it, Raven had wandered aimlessly. After 5 years of being a soldier Raven was now 23 and heavily muscled, lightly tanned. Tiny little scars from various wounds were placed over his torso; the newest from the now very hated undead was already beginning to fade.
Frequently raiding caravans across Fenmyr as he and Anna had, Raven was able to attain a half plate and great sword, supplies and coin. Wandering aimlessly for fifteen years and doing whatever he needed to do to survive Raven slowly came to terms he would most likely never see his loved Anna again. Raven had eventually came to the Crystal City of the Azurites and while in the Crystal City, he had heard of a far off land cold and pristine. Upon hearing of the relatively untouched land Raven had gotten the urge to begin his own pack; to become an Alpha. He set off as soon as he could, killing a particularly annoying Azurite for his boat Raven had sailed across the seas. That is of course until Raven had come near the coast of Kvinne, where he suddenly realized he doesn’t really know how to sail a boat himself.
Raven had sunk the ship in which he was sailing, to be picked up by Pheric Legionnaires and after much smooth talking and a fair bit of coin, Raven was dropped off at the port a short distance from Bifrost. He spent many a tenday in Bifrost, making friends and enemies alike. He gained a love for the local mead, picked up his habit with cigars and even earned the title of Ice-Dead Slayer, which he was very proud of. But after an accident, Raven had changed dramatically. All these memories since coming to Bifrost are gone. This is the reality of what happened; but in Raven’s mind it is very different…
After leaving the Crystal City, Raven had crashed not near Kvinne, but near an unknown island in the Shroud. Floating in the sea, his armor shattered, great sword and the rest of his processions missing, Raven washed to shore. Barely clinging to life, Raven was found by an old man who called himself Genkaio. Being nursed back to life by the kind man, Raven felt indebted to him and agreeing to help him, Raven stayed. After a while, Genkaio took Raven as his apprentice, made it forbidden for him to leave the island and showed him Kenchotoraryu, or the Flow of the Striking Tiger. In his mind Raven had spent ten years on that island, under the tutelage of his master Genkaio and was now a devout monk. On his deathbed, his master bade Raven to leave this island once his spirit passed, to carry the words of his voice and to start a Order of the Kenchotoraryu. It was then he presented Raven with his shakujo, the nine rings of his staff jingling happily as he first closed his hands around it. Genkaio explained the significance of the staff to him, and how each of the nine rings represented a trait of Raven. On the right side of the staff: Pride, Desire, Ignorance, and Chaos. On the left side of the staff: Humility, Selflessness, Wisdom, and Order. The center and largest ring represents the Self or Raven. This center ring binds all other together. When his master passed, Raven set him upon a pyre and burned his corpse, chanting a prayer the whole time. He set off for the main island, Kvinne immediately after.
Those who knew Raven will notice the stark difference in his personality. All this, to Raven, took ten years to take place. But in reality, it was over night.
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Since leaving Kvinne Raven's memory is hazy at best. He remembers himself charging through the Abyss, fighting the entire time; he remembers not what for. He was imprisioned in something that sucked the very life out of him constantly. Again it gets hazy. He remembers waking up on the shores of Rashamen feeling revitalized...younger. He looks to have had his age halved, and his body renewed; all his scars are gone. He now wanders around the land seeking to find his lost family members, without a clue as to how the changes came about him.
Goals: His primary goal is to find his family again.
Height: 6'5''
Weight: 186
Age: Appears 19
Skin Color: Lightly tanned.
Markings: Long faded tattoo around his throat of two tigers fighting, meeting snouts at his throat
Eye Color: Sectoral hetrochromatic(Green, blue, and teal where the two colors merge)
Hair Color: Deep black
Personality (brief): .
Alignment (optional): LN.
Occupations:
Education Level: Never went to school, what he learned he learned himself on the road.
Family: Unknown if living.
Birthplace: Dalelands, tiny village near the Desertsmouth Mountains.
Background: Raven was born in a village near the mountains on the western edge of the Dalelands in an isolated village of all lycanthropes. Born into a relatively normal family, predominantly of females, Raven had a normal upbringing amongst a pack of his kind. Being the only son and favored of the father, he was taught to live among the pack, hunt with it, use his senses and control his transformation, his childhood overall was very happy. Due to his regeneration he looks younger then his true age and he appeared 8 when he was indeed 12, though as he grew older that gap grew. Also, when Raven was 12, a group of humans settled nearby and due to the isolation of his pack and the wisdom of the Alpha, named Asaeria, the pack maintained good relations with the humans, though one and all hid their lycanthropy. The children of the two villages often played together in the great forest in between the two villages. One day the human boys decided it would be fun to spar with each other, so in a small mock tournament they all boxed. However, Raven was always physically stronger then humans his age, in fact he was already near as strong as a human 6 years older then him due to his lycanthropy. Raven had beaten the kid horribly on accident and in retaliation 5 of the human's friends jumped on Raven and proceeded to beat him to near death. As Raven lay there in pools of his own blood, the five circling him as they laughed and jeered, Raven transformed with a great roar. The other children fled, lycanthrope and human alike, all to tell their elders what had happened with the young lycanthrope. And Raven, in his blind rage killed and devoured the five around him, who were too shocked to run from the enraged lycanthrope. When Raven regained himself he sat amidst the carnage crying. Of his entire village, only two came for Raven; his father and his mate, Annabelle, who was chosen at Raven's birth mutually by both families. Horrified at the state in which she had found her mate, Anna went to console Raven, but the humans also came but they did so with torch, sword, pick and sickle. The humans attempted to use numbers to overpower the young lycanthrope and strike the head from his shoulders. Raven's father, Aickon Fynolt, moved to defend his son and and his young mate. He instructed the two children to run as fast and as far as they could and to never look back before he himself transformed into a feral form. Aickon ran in the opposite direction of the children, roaring and howling. Anna and Raven transformed to their own canine forms and ran as swift as their legs would take them, as Aickon instructed they never looked back..
Raven and his older mate, Annabella, traveled across the Dalelands to spend a little over a year in Harrowdale working, Raven as a stable boy for a short time. Though this did not work out too well, as most horses feared the young wolf. He eventually was able to convince a smith to take Raven as a worker due to his unusual strength and stamina. Raven had hauled various things for the smith, performed delerives, etc. Annabella worked nights as a barmaid at the local inn. Under the façade of being orphans, the innkeeper felt sympathetic and let them stay for next to nothing, as well as offering Anna a place to work. Soon they decided to head back west toward the Desertsmouth Mountains to see what happened to their familes. Even at the age is 13, Raven's preferences of weaponry and armor were set from watching the guards of the town spar and keep the peace, often slacking to watch them while on his deleveries. After Raven talked the the master smith into it, he forged a plate mail for the young man and a sword. The sword which the smith had forged was large, long and heavy for such a boy. Much to the surprise of the smith, Raven was able to wield it well enough as he was able to mimick the movements of the guards he so often watched. Not perfectly, but well enough. Even Raven's mate, Anna, in preparation of heading back west across the Dalelands had donned armor and weapon as well, though she leaned toward the lighter side. Wearing leathers with two short swords crossed on the small of her back, which in the agreement the smith had forged for her. Anna, who at this time was sixteen, was by every account a very beautiful young woman. She was tall and lithe, always nearly as tall as her younger mate, and fair skinned. Long and straight flame red hair fell well past her shoulders, her eyes, had the same brightness as Raven's, though they were a crystal blue. and her smile broad. Much to the dismay of the inhabitants, the pair of lovers set out in search of their families and village. Crossing the Dalelands relatively quickly and with little trouble, the pair of lycanthropes returned to a sorrowful sight. The village in which they had spent the majority of their short lives in was razed. Moving quickly to Raven's home first, they found the skeletons of his mother and his sisters, Sasha and Celeste, still pinned to the walls with arrows of silver, upon the shafts were carved the battle standard of Tempus. The two had guessed well enough what had happened: Tempurian warriors came across the village looking for shelter and through one way or another, discovered that it was a village of lycanthropes. They had set out immediately to purge them all. Naturally Anna had discovered a similar sight with her old home.
Through eyes clouded with tears the two set off, leaving the Dalelands behind them forever. They two wandered Faerun together for about five years before coming to the gates of Fenmyr at the ages of 18 and 21. This was a dark time; the Crystal War was just beginning to rage. As they entered the first town they had come across, Raven had spotted posters of recruitment, offering insane amounts of gold for pay. That night in the inn room which the two had rented, Raven spoke to his lover trying to convince her to let him join the military. His main argument was how badly they needed the money. Doing odd jobs on the road was all well and fine, he said, but they had very little income; often resorting to raiding caravans as lycanthropes then coming back a day or so later to get hired on to protect the same caravan from...well, themselves. By morning, Anna had agreed. In their agreement, Anna would stay in this town so that Raven could always find her, and send the money he made back for her to tuck away. With the last of the money the two had, Anna had bought a small home in the slums. Seeing his mate settled in, and making sure she had work, Raven had left. With an emotional departure, Raven went to become a soldier. Through fire and flames Raven charged through his training, honing his wild fighting style. Monthly, Raven would write to his mate and send her the better portion of his pay, which was considerable. Anna had always written back, letting her younger counrerpart know that she was doing well.
As suddenly as Raven had joined, he was thrown into the Crystal War, fighting the hordes of the undead. Quickly Raven had become known in his unit as a natural and fierce fighter, always eager to charge into battle with a smile upon his lips. Everything was going well, until the letters from Anna stopped coming, his own letters beginning to be returned. Distraught with worry for his beloved mate, on the eve of a major battle Raven had concocted a plan to desert the army to return to find what had become of Anna.
Shoved into a battle wagon, holding his great sword close to him, Raven and the rest of his unit were being rushed off to the battle. Unfortunately for Raven, the movements of the cart, the warmth of so many bodies near him made him drowsy, and he fell asleep. Sleeping, he would not be able to see the direction in which they had come. The cart lurched and commanders yelled for the men to unload in the middle of the battle. Rushing out with a roar Raven went about doing what he had done best, hacking and slashing at the undead foes. In Raven's own confusion an undead warrior slammed his short sword up to the hilt in Raven’s stomach. Falling back and blacking out, Raven had been the closest to death he had ever been. When Raven awoke, it was many days later, he could tell from the decomposition of the corpses. His armor and sword gone, including the sword that was sticking from his stomach, all had been looted. The Fenmyrians had won the day and set about looting the gear from the corpses and when the short sword was removed from Raven’s body his regeneration had taken over. Now alone, without gear and lost, distraught over his missing lover yet able to do nothing about it, Raven had wandered aimlessly. After 5 years of being a soldier Raven was now 23 and heavily muscled, lightly tanned. Tiny little scars from various wounds were placed over his torso; the newest from the now very hated undead was already beginning to fade.
Frequently raiding caravans across Fenmyr as he and Anna had, Raven was able to attain a half plate and great sword, supplies and coin. Wandering aimlessly for fifteen years and doing whatever he needed to do to survive Raven slowly came to terms he would most likely never see his loved Anna again. Raven had eventually came to the Crystal City of the Azurites and while in the Crystal City, he had heard of a far off land cold and pristine. Upon hearing of the relatively untouched land Raven had gotten the urge to begin his own pack; to become an Alpha. He set off as soon as he could, killing a particularly annoying Azurite for his boat Raven had sailed across the seas. That is of course until Raven had come near the coast of Kvinne, where he suddenly realized he doesn’t really know how to sail a boat himself.
Raven had sunk the ship in which he was sailing, to be picked up by Pheric Legionnaires and after much smooth talking and a fair bit of coin, Raven was dropped off at the port a short distance from Bifrost. He spent many a tenday in Bifrost, making friends and enemies alike. He gained a love for the local mead, picked up his habit with cigars and even earned the title of Ice-Dead Slayer, which he was very proud of. But after an accident, Raven had changed dramatically. All these memories since coming to Bifrost are gone. This is the reality of what happened; but in Raven’s mind it is very different…
After leaving the Crystal City, Raven had crashed not near Kvinne, but near an unknown island in the Shroud. Floating in the sea, his armor shattered, great sword and the rest of his processions missing, Raven washed to shore. Barely clinging to life, Raven was found by an old man who called himself Genkaio. Being nursed back to life by the kind man, Raven felt indebted to him and agreeing to help him, Raven stayed. After a while, Genkaio took Raven as his apprentice, made it forbidden for him to leave the island and showed him Kenchotoraryu, or the Flow of the Striking Tiger. In his mind Raven had spent ten years on that island, under the tutelage of his master Genkaio and was now a devout monk. On his deathbed, his master bade Raven to leave this island once his spirit passed, to carry the words of his voice and to start a Order of the Kenchotoraryu. It was then he presented Raven with his shakujo, the nine rings of his staff jingling happily as he first closed his hands around it. Genkaio explained the significance of the staff to him, and how each of the nine rings represented a trait of Raven. On the right side of the staff: Pride, Desire, Ignorance, and Chaos. On the left side of the staff: Humility, Selflessness, Wisdom, and Order. The center and largest ring represents the Self or Raven. This center ring binds all other together. When his master passed, Raven set him upon a pyre and burned his corpse, chanting a prayer the whole time. He set off for the main island, Kvinne immediately after.
Those who knew Raven will notice the stark difference in his personality. All this, to Raven, took ten years to take place. But in reality, it was over night.
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Since leaving Kvinne Raven's memory is hazy at best. He remembers himself charging through the Abyss, fighting the entire time; he remembers not what for. He was imprisioned in something that sucked the very life out of him constantly. Again it gets hazy. He remembers waking up on the shores of Rashamen feeling revitalized...younger. He looks to have had his age halved, and his body renewed; all his scars are gone. He now wanders around the land seeking to find his lost family members, without a clue as to how the changes came about him.
Goals: His primary goal is to find his family again.