Post by Immortal Swine on Aug 21, 2010 9:01:37 GMT -5
IMAGE OF CHARACTER
Human apperance:
As a Werewolf:
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Identity Chart
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†Name: Krayvun Dessel
†Age: 25
†Appearance Age: Twenty-One
†Race: Imperial
† Sexual Orientation Straight
†Gender: Male
†Birth Sign: The Warrior
†Hair Color: Black
†Eye Color: Hazel
†Height: 1.85 m (6'1")
†Weight: N/A
†Skin Tone: Tan
†Appearance:
As an adult, Krayvun stood 1.85 m (6'1") in height. His hair is dark and black, very long and uncut, displaying his free lifestyle and personality. By many he was considered an attractive young man. Chest is fit for combat and other things, his face is often shaved, but sometimes he allows some hair to grow below his chin. His tanned skin was proof of his grueling years of working in hard labor in the dry lands of Morrowind. He adds a fun smile to his face whenever he feels the rush of freedom and adrenaline. When he becomes a Werewolf, his fur color is grayish and dark. When the Curse emerged, when he was young, his Werewolf form was equivelent, small yet strong and deadly, only when Krayvun grew older, his Wereform was even more brute in size. A fearsome roar, frightening even the most sinister creatures of Tamriel. Usually coated with a thick mane and fur, his hairs grow back when he is extremely aggravated. His claws are sharp and long. As a Werewolf, Krayvun is mostly ruthless, almost incapable of thought or feeling, hungry and savage as opposed to his genteel human nature.
†Guild: Daedric worship of Prince Hircine.
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Taste
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†Likes:
Swimming.
Food.
Blood.
Hunting.
Werewolves.
Freedom.
†Dislikes:
Slave owners.
Snobby rich individuals.
Werewolf Hunters.
Mages.
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For The Record
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†Personality:
Krayvun is temperamental, yet has some control over his emotions, this is due to his Lycanthropy. Often at times, he can be calm and mainly he keeps to himself, being an efficient fisherman and hunter, he really did not need any other contact other than himself and Veronika. Sometimes is kind, but still comes across as being very reserved and wise, offering advice on what he can and bearing a natural interest in Hircine and Lycanthropy, as well as many hunting tribes that lived in Tamriel. A spiritual fellow, Krayvun has seen enough death to understand the value of life, he has a serious outlook on life and doesn't take jokes likely.
†Weapon(s):
Krayvun was not totally at loss for his equipment and gear, mostly traveling with cheap shirts and pants, or occasionally, his trousers. Having a fit body, he was never shy about hiding his chest. Only equipment he has been known to use is his hunting knife and daggers. Among them, he has a bow and swords, which he leaves at his home, used for decoration rather than a weapon as he uses mostly his hands and strength. He usually ate fruits or trespassed at people's farms in the morning after he turned into a Werewolf to steal the crops and killing wild boars and deers, even scavenging for meat and flesh, rotten or not.
†Power/s:
Werewolf Resistance - Common Disease and Blight 100% resistance Eye of the Wolf & Spirit of the Wolf. He is vulnerable and has a weakness to silver and enchanted weapons. Both in human and Werewolf form. He can wield no magic spells that is not attached to his birthsigns and Lycanthropy and cannot even create a fireball without burning his hand and getting himself injured. He would have a difficult time surviving against a mage.
†Weaknesses:
Fire.
Silver weapons.
Bad temper.
Lack of skill with the blade and block.
†Mother: Naspia Darksky
†Father Artorious Darksy
†Siblings: None
†Pets: None
†History: Krayvun Dessel, born to a poor family, who lived in Cyrodiil near the border of Elseweyr. Members with a reputation of winning small hunting tournaments, the hunt is in his blood. He had his home in a small household, where he lived with his mother and father and little brother, Patrius.
Krayvun was only nine years of age when his own problems began, an intelligent child, smart and very behaved child. Never getting into trouble, had an interest for nature and hunting like his Grandfather and mother. However, things started growing worse and worse, the young child was exceptionally strong for one his age, and his temper grew more and more negative. At the age of fifteen, his mother and father got into many heated arguments, some that were far from the normal, talks about Curses and beasts, Krayvun was never allowed to be near his mother and father when they argued, otherwise he would be beaten and punished, even when he could, he buried his head under the pillows, attempting to ignore the shouts and screams. It would take time to realize why this was so, but Krayvun did not count on it. He was distant from his father, and too close to his mother and brother. But a tragedy happened iin the family, as his younger brother was found mauled to death one night, a few miles away from home when he went on a brief trip to the Imperial city. About a year later, his mother broke the relationship with her husband and his father took custody of Krayvun and some of the wealth, he decided to move away from his home and to stay away from the "Savage harlot". In truth, Artorious only did it for his personal safety and he took the young Krayvun to use him as a helping hand.
Krayvun, too young to make decisions of his own, was heart-broken and torn from the seperation of his mother. His father, not perfect in his ways and under alot of stress, abused Krayvun verbally and phisically. They moved to Morrowind to stay with a family member, Krayvuns uncle. On their way, however, they were intercepted by robbers, their carriage was attacked by a group of Dunmer raiders, who took the gold and goods and took Krayvun and his dad away, only thing left behind of memory was Krayvun's family ring. After that, they felt like making a profit and sold both Krayvun and his father to slavery. For many years, Artorious(His father) worked in the mines and then in the arena. Father and son were seperated, Krayvun passed on the many houses due to his skill in cooking and strength in mining. Pure luck had Krayvun be passed on the diffent slave owners. A life he did not really enjoy, but tolerated and accepted, especially when he fell in love with a Dunmer maid.
As the years passed, the Curse in his life finally made itself clear and existant, Krayvun Desselius transformed into a Lycanthrope when his beloved Maynaa was going to free him in his slave quarter. The first kill he ever committed was her, was that night in his bestial form. That night, the Werewolf went on a rampage around the area and slew most of the slaves and slave owners, before fleeing into the night. In the morning, Krayvun barely remembered anything and fled, but came to realize that he indeed had killed them all in a feral abandon of bloodlust and hunger for flesh. After fleeing from Bounty Hunters and many other Witch hunters and Werewolf slayers, Krayvun met someone, who also was tainted by the Shadow Of The Beast, an Imperial girl named Veronika. Not too long after they had met, both had fled to Valenwood and lived there for a very long time, living off the animals and locals and still being able to live their lives in a peaceful manner, they could keep away from the hectic political world and not worry about any problems. In Valenwood, Krayvun developed a new and healthy outlook on nature and life when nearby Bosmer tribesmen taught him new things such as how to use the spear and the bow, and ways of hunting. To be free and hidden from any Werewolf slayers, Krayvun was made a deal with the local natives, he would help them with their most troubles in exchange for his own discretion.
Krayvun came to accept his Curse and saw it as a gift and a privilage to be free and run free. Hircine then contacted the two for his own personal tasks, one that required them to return to Cyrodiil to partake of something "Special".
