Post by Immortal Swine on Oct 13, 2009 10:45:32 GMT -5
Name: Kraven Dessel
Age: 319
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial - Werewolf
Birth Sign: The Lord
Hair Color/Style: Black, loose & long
Eye color: Golden yellow/red
Skin Tone: Brown
Fur color(Werewolf): Dark gray
Guild/Faction Part of: BloodPack
Likes:
~Blood
~Fighting
~Eating
~Blood
~Howling,
~Running free
Dislikes
~Silver
~Khajjits
~Man, mer
~Cats
~Werewolf slayers
~Slavery
Turn Ons:
~Blood
~Resistance
~Women
~Having need to hunt innocents at least twice a month -- more precisely, every fifteen days (fourteen days plus the day he starts counting). This means he has to kill a peasant/Helpless maiden or a guard.
Turn Offs:
~Complaining
~Petty sentiment
~Slavery
Love interest:Veronika
Friends: Kraven`s friends are the people he met and recruited in his pack, they are Nomak(Best friend) Chupa(Chew-PA), LightHammer, Snowman, Reinheartd, Esmerelda, Perdita, Aramantha, Jerusha, Ulalia, Theophania. Raven & Draken where not mebers of the back but good friends of Kraven
Rivals:
Draken and his Coven(Ex rivals)
Fears:
-Death of Veronika
- Trapped in the void or Oblivion
-Death
Job/Proffesion: Hunter and freelance Gladiator
Weapon/s: Claws, Teeth, strenght, mind. During his time in Morrowind and other countries, Kraven becomes an expert of virtually all forms of martial arts and is familiar with and experienced in virtually every fighting style on Nirn. He is proficient with most weaponry, including bows and arrows, though he is partial to bladed weapons. He has demonstrated sufficient skills to defeat the likes of Raven and Draken in single combat. He also has a wide knowledge of the body and pressure points.
Powers:
~Blade - Master
~Block - Expert
~Hand to Hand - Master
~Sneak - Apprentice
~Security - Expert
~Immune to diseases
~Lycanthropy
Weaknesses:
-Silver
-fire-based effects
Appearance:
As an adult, he stood 1.85 m (6'1") in height. His hair went from straight and blond as a child to wavy and a dark blond as an adult. By many he was considered an attractive young man. However he never had an interest in relationships with woman, thus dismissing anyone willing to be with him. Kraven has tan skin, his hair growing longer and wild as his attitude
When he becomes a Werewolf, his fur color is grayish and dark. Red eyes and sometimes yellow. 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, Kraven is most competitive and ruthless.
Personality:As a young boy, Kraven was thoughtful and intelligent. He was friendly and easily got along with others despite his status as a slave. He also had a special place in his heart for his mother, whom he constantly built inventions to sell or to use to lighten her workload. He was fiercely loyal, doing anything to keep those he was close to from harm, at any cost. His only price for this dedication was loyalty in return. Growing up on Vvardenfell, Kraven was mistreated by his step father, causing him to hate him. He often wished his father would die. He was easily angered, and struggled to control his temper, often losing his cool and exploding in rage.
His separation from his mother was the hardest thing he'd ever done, and it still hurt him for years. Because of his fear of losing even more friends in such a manner, he kept to himself, fiddling around with his only friends, his pack members. After he transformed into a Werewolf at a young age, when puberty took hold, his personnality changed, his views and thoughts of the world tranformed. After that Kraven became a rattled man, shaken by the perceived betrayal of his dearest friend, his former comrades-in-arms, and the mistaken love of his life.
Kraven will sometimes lapse into a "Werewolf rage" while in close combat and turned into a Werewolf. In this state he lashes out with the intensity and aggression of an enraged animal and is even more resistant to frost attack. Though he enjoys it, he also acknowledges that it has saved his life many times. Kraven adheres to a firm code of personal honor and morality. In contrast to his brutish nature, Kraven is actually extremely intelligent. Due to his increased lifespan, he has traveled Tamriel and amassed extensive knowledge of foreign languages and cultures.
Many times, Kraven is portrayed as being significantly more sophisticated than his fellow Werewolves. His species are not always civilized; once when a pair of Werewolves were fighting while being cheered on by a group of other Werewolves. Kraven berates them for acting like a pack of rabid dogs and it appears his leadership is what keeps them disciplined. Ironically Kraven's former life as a servant to his former master in Morrowind is probably the reason for his greater sophistication.
At times Kraven appears to be demanding and reprimands his followers several times. However, he never asks anything of his men that he is not prepared to do himself. When they fail at something he knows he could have achieved himself, he is disappointed. For example, when Trixxar is murdered and Nomak fails to retrieve the artifact, Kraven decides to risk exposure and do it himself. He then retrieves the artifact of Hercine himself.
Family:
Father: Unkown Werewolf(Slain)
Mother: Shmi Dessel(Slain)
Step Father: Hersten
Sibling/s: Illana, Arelius and James.
Cousins: Draken Decimus Vladmir, Raven Meridius Vladmir, Irvana Azariel Vladmir, Vaultren Tiberius Vladmir.
Young Werewolf, young Kraven:
History/Past:
To be written...Soon
RP Sample:
Kraven crouched nervously in his humble den in the castle's sprawling dungeons. A straw pallet rested in the corner of the cell, but there would no rest for him tonight. The master had other plans for him, plans that filled the boy's heart with trepidation. His stomach rumbled unhappily; upon the Slave owner's orders, he had not been fed for hours. His eyes were fixed on a narrow window cut high in the moldy stone wall before him. Naked, he waited apprehensively for what was to come.
He felt the full moon rising outside even before the first silvery beams invaded his lair. His brown eyes dilated, shrinking down to yellow eyes. Blood pounded in his ears, like a tide crashing against the shore. His heart stampeded wildly beneath his hairless chest. Teeth and nails tugged at their roots. His skin felt hot and feverish. A sudden sweat drenched his body.
No, he thought, just as he did every month when the moon waxed full. Not again!
He wanted to shrink away from the moonlight.. Iron bars trapped him inside the cell, making retreat impossible. There was no escape from the rising moon -- or the beast it awoke inside him.
His face contorted into a hellish mask of pain as his innards twisted within his gut. Bulging veins throbbed beneath his skin. His eyes glazed over into inhuman sulfiric orbs. Jagged fangs clenched tightly to keep from screaming. Convulsing, he collapsed onto the straw-covered floor and rolled into the pitch blackness at the rear of the cell, as far from the open window as he could get. He huddled upon the floor in torment, praying for deliverance.
Why must I be so cursed? I never asked for this!
But despite his prayers, the moonlight found him out. A beam of cold brown light slashed his arm and the slender limb turned dark and sinewy. His splayed fingers degenerated into claws. His bare skin thickened, becoming coarse and leathery. Muscles rippled across his back as his youthful frame seemed to absorb weight and substance from the moonlight, growing larger and more imposing. Bristling black fur erupted from beneath his febrile hide. Dark hair spread over his body, hiding his nakedness beneath a thick sable pelt. Bony talons scraped at the damp stones beneath the straw. His vision blurred, the color fading from his sight as the dungeon around him dissolved into fuzzy shades of gray. Tufted ears twitched atop his skull. His nostrils quivered, suddenly alive to myriad new smells. He choked on the overwhelming stench of dungeons, even as he bit back the howl forming at the back of his throat.
No! He fought against the almost irresistible urge to give voice to the beast. A canine snout stretched out his face. His clamped his protruding jaws together. I'm not an animal! Not inside!
But on the outside, it was a different story. The wrenching pain passed away as the hellish transformation reached its end. Little trace of the gawky youth remained; instead a great gray werewolf arose from the filthy straw, standing erect on his hind legs. Moonlight bathed the enormous monster Kraven had become. He stared in revulsion at his own misshapen paws.
This isn't me, he tried to convince himself. Not truly.
Human Form:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Werewolf form
Age: 319
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial - Werewolf
Birth Sign: The Lord
Hair Color/Style: Black, loose & long
Eye color: Golden yellow/red
Skin Tone: Brown
Fur color(Werewolf): Dark gray
Guild/Faction Part of: BloodPack
Likes:
~Blood
~Fighting
~Eating
~Blood
~Howling,
~Running free
Dislikes
~Silver
~Khajjits
~Man, mer
~Cats
~Werewolf slayers
~Slavery
Turn Ons:
~Blood
~Resistance
~Women
~Having need to hunt innocents at least twice a month -- more precisely, every fifteen days (fourteen days plus the day he starts counting). This means he has to kill a peasant/Helpless maiden or a guard.
Turn Offs:
~Complaining
~Petty sentiment
~Slavery
Love interest:Veronika
Friends: Kraven`s friends are the people he met and recruited in his pack, they are Nomak(Best friend) Chupa(Chew-PA), LightHammer, Snowman, Reinheartd, Esmerelda, Perdita, Aramantha, Jerusha, Ulalia, Theophania. Raven & Draken where not mebers of the back but good friends of Kraven
Rivals:
Draken and his Coven(Ex rivals)
Fears:
-Death of Veronika
- Trapped in the void or Oblivion
-Death
Job/Proffesion: Hunter and freelance Gladiator
Weapon/s: Claws, Teeth, strenght, mind. During his time in Morrowind and other countries, Kraven becomes an expert of virtually all forms of martial arts and is familiar with and experienced in virtually every fighting style on Nirn. He is proficient with most weaponry, including bows and arrows, though he is partial to bladed weapons. He has demonstrated sufficient skills to defeat the likes of Raven and Draken in single combat. He also has a wide knowledge of the body and pressure points.
Powers:
~Blade - Master
~Block - Expert
~Hand to Hand - Master
~Sneak - Apprentice
~Security - Expert
~Immune to diseases
~Lycanthropy
Weaknesses:
-Silver
-fire-based effects
Appearance:
As an adult, he stood 1.85 m (6'1") in height. His hair went from straight and blond as a child to wavy and a dark blond as an adult. By many he was considered an attractive young man. However he never had an interest in relationships with woman, thus dismissing anyone willing to be with him. Kraven has tan skin, his hair growing longer and wild as his attitude
When he becomes a Werewolf, his fur color is grayish and dark. Red eyes and sometimes yellow. 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, Kraven is most competitive and ruthless.
Personality:As a young boy, Kraven was thoughtful and intelligent. He was friendly and easily got along with others despite his status as a slave. He also had a special place in his heart for his mother, whom he constantly built inventions to sell or to use to lighten her workload. He was fiercely loyal, doing anything to keep those he was close to from harm, at any cost. His only price for this dedication was loyalty in return. Growing up on Vvardenfell, Kraven was mistreated by his step father, causing him to hate him. He often wished his father would die. He was easily angered, and struggled to control his temper, often losing his cool and exploding in rage.
His separation from his mother was the hardest thing he'd ever done, and it still hurt him for years. Because of his fear of losing even more friends in such a manner, he kept to himself, fiddling around with his only friends, his pack members. After he transformed into a Werewolf at a young age, when puberty took hold, his personnality changed, his views and thoughts of the world tranformed. After that Kraven became a rattled man, shaken by the perceived betrayal of his dearest friend, his former comrades-in-arms, and the mistaken love of his life.
Kraven will sometimes lapse into a "Werewolf rage" while in close combat and turned into a Werewolf. In this state he lashes out with the intensity and aggression of an enraged animal and is even more resistant to frost attack. Though he enjoys it, he also acknowledges that it has saved his life many times. Kraven adheres to a firm code of personal honor and morality. In contrast to his brutish nature, Kraven is actually extremely intelligent. Due to his increased lifespan, he has traveled Tamriel and amassed extensive knowledge of foreign languages and cultures.
Many times, Kraven is portrayed as being significantly more sophisticated than his fellow Werewolves. His species are not always civilized; once when a pair of Werewolves were fighting while being cheered on by a group of other Werewolves. Kraven berates them for acting like a pack of rabid dogs and it appears his leadership is what keeps them disciplined. Ironically Kraven's former life as a servant to his former master in Morrowind is probably the reason for his greater sophistication.
At times Kraven appears to be demanding and reprimands his followers several times. However, he never asks anything of his men that he is not prepared to do himself. When they fail at something he knows he could have achieved himself, he is disappointed. For example, when Trixxar is murdered and Nomak fails to retrieve the artifact, Kraven decides to risk exposure and do it himself. He then retrieves the artifact of Hercine himself.
Family:
Father: Unkown Werewolf(Slain)
Mother: Shmi Dessel(Slain)
Step Father: Hersten
Sibling/s: Illana, Arelius and James.
Cousins: Draken Decimus Vladmir, Raven Meridius Vladmir, Irvana Azariel Vladmir, Vaultren Tiberius Vladmir.
Young Werewolf, young Kraven:
History/Past:
To be written...Soon
RP Sample:
Kraven crouched nervously in his humble den in the castle's sprawling dungeons. A straw pallet rested in the corner of the cell, but there would no rest for him tonight. The master had other plans for him, plans that filled the boy's heart with trepidation. His stomach rumbled unhappily; upon the Slave owner's orders, he had not been fed for hours. His eyes were fixed on a narrow window cut high in the moldy stone wall before him. Naked, he waited apprehensively for what was to come.
He felt the full moon rising outside even before the first silvery beams invaded his lair. His brown eyes dilated, shrinking down to yellow eyes. Blood pounded in his ears, like a tide crashing against the shore. His heart stampeded wildly beneath his hairless chest. Teeth and nails tugged at their roots. His skin felt hot and feverish. A sudden sweat drenched his body.
No, he thought, just as he did every month when the moon waxed full. Not again!
He wanted to shrink away from the moonlight.. Iron bars trapped him inside the cell, making retreat impossible. There was no escape from the rising moon -- or the beast it awoke inside him.
His face contorted into a hellish mask of pain as his innards twisted within his gut. Bulging veins throbbed beneath his skin. His eyes glazed over into inhuman sulfiric orbs. Jagged fangs clenched tightly to keep from screaming. Convulsing, he collapsed onto the straw-covered floor and rolled into the pitch blackness at the rear of the cell, as far from the open window as he could get. He huddled upon the floor in torment, praying for deliverance.
Why must I be so cursed? I never asked for this!
But despite his prayers, the moonlight found him out. A beam of cold brown light slashed his arm and the slender limb turned dark and sinewy. His splayed fingers degenerated into claws. His bare skin thickened, becoming coarse and leathery. Muscles rippled across his back as his youthful frame seemed to absorb weight and substance from the moonlight, growing larger and more imposing. Bristling black fur erupted from beneath his febrile hide. Dark hair spread over his body, hiding his nakedness beneath a thick sable pelt. Bony talons scraped at the damp stones beneath the straw. His vision blurred, the color fading from his sight as the dungeon around him dissolved into fuzzy shades of gray. Tufted ears twitched atop his skull. His nostrils quivered, suddenly alive to myriad new smells. He choked on the overwhelming stench of dungeons, even as he bit back the howl forming at the back of his throat.
No! He fought against the almost irresistible urge to give voice to the beast. A canine snout stretched out his face. His clamped his protruding jaws together. I'm not an animal! Not inside!
But on the outside, it was a different story. The wrenching pain passed away as the hellish transformation reached its end. Little trace of the gawky youth remained; instead a great gray werewolf arose from the filthy straw, standing erect on his hind legs. Moonlight bathed the enormous monster Kraven had become. He stared in revulsion at his own misshapen paws.
This isn't me, he tried to convince himself. Not truly.
Human Form:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Werewolf form