Act I. The Profile
Birth Name: Raven Alexander Van-Drake
Name: Raven
Title: Prince
Age: 22
Race: Human
Act II. The Diagnostics
Height: 5'11.5"
Weight: 193.7lbs
Hair: White
Eyes: Icy Blue
Voice: Young, but strong.
Skin: Tan
Act III. The Armament
Weapon: Long Sword, Bow-n-Arrow, Throwing knives, and a pick sided hatched.
Armor: Leather
Accessories: Necklace around the neck holding a family crest.
Act IV. The Dossier
Likes: Women, Food, Booze, Music, Hunting
Dislikes: Werewolves, Thieves, Liars, Werewolves
Attitude: Stoic.
Habit/Twitch:
- N/A
Quote: "Tonight, we dine in hell"
Act V. The History
Six years ago the Van-Drake family held a Royal Masquerade Ball. The festivities were spectacular as friends and distant family all joined for the celebration. The cause for such an elegant event was the birthday of Raven Van-Drake, son to King Markus Riden Van-Drake and Queen Tempest Rose Desilva Van-Drake. Their son had turned sixteen and earned his first kill of a werewolf just the night before. The beast was salted and preserved overnight then cleaned and hung for display at the Masquerade Ball. The salt used to cure the meat, which wasn’t edible by any means, assisted in removing the natural stench of the already fowl beast.
As the festivities carried on, everyone simply enjoyed themselves as most usually would in such proximities. Outside their castle, the moon hanged high overhead indicating that it was slightly past the midnight hour. Then, from the mountains, howls were heard. Not the normal ones some might hear from a regular pack of wolves, but the howls of war that stood each hair on the back of everyone’s neck. All grew still and silent, silence before the storm. Windows broke all about the Great Hall as the main doors were ripped open with so much force that they splintered and flung into the room. The silence was broke by screams and the sounds of death. Moments passed in the wake of confusion as Ravens mother sacrificed herself while harboring her only son to the secret passage where she instructed him to run and never look back.
He ran through the underground tunnel. The sounds of people screaming in dismay and panic and agony were soon snuffed out and all went quiet. He stopped running and stood still for a moment. Heavy breaths shrouded his hearing, but even still he swore he heard the fast pace movement of padded paws and scraping claws echoing through the tunnel, it was coming right at him. With all the strength he could must, he ran and ran faster than he had ever done so before. The tunnel ended abruptly with an opening and a drop off. The open hole led to a two hundred foot drop straight down. Raven leaped as far as he could while in full sprint. He could only hope at this point to miss the sharp jagged rocks below and safely land in the water. Even so, a jump from that high is deadly and never would he have attempted it before now.
The rush of water engulfed him. Pain like millions of needles stabbing deep into his skin all over cascaded across Raven’s body. In his adrenaline fueled frenzy he barely had the conscious mind to pay attention to the pain and only had room for focus and survival. Quickly he regained control and swam, but not to the surface. He would remain under the water for as long as possible and travel with the current for as far as it would take him.
After he surfaced further on down the river, he rested in a relaxed position so to float along with the current. Raven drifted for hours and finally fell asleep. The next sensation he had was dirt against his face. Startled, he stood quickly and gazed around to see nothing but an open field and a small village in the distance. Soaked to the bone, Raven made his way to the village where he hoped to take refuge.
That night, after receiving sanctuary by a young woman named Gwyneth, Raven lay in bed as he was now dry and in fresh clothing. He had been given a good meal and now was full and tired. The events of that night seemed like a nightmare, a nightmare that followed him into his dreams.
Before the dawn, he woke with a jolt and a scream of fear. He dreamt that the leader of the werewolf pack had found him and stalked at his bed side. When he woke, he found Gwyneth coming into the room to see what the ruckus was all about. When he saw her, he wept like a child as all the memories of what occurred in that Castle flooded back into his mind. Gwyneth embraced him, his head upon her chest as she sat with him and held his body close. It was then, once she got him calm, that he vowed to hunt down each and every last one from that pack without mercy. And he meant to do so by whatever means necessary…..
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