Character Description:
Name: K'avar Raccan
Age: 24
Build: Built like a brick shithouse
Height: About 6' 3"
Hair: Long dark brown dreadlocks
Facial Hair: Short beard with 2" goaty
Skin Colour: Medium brown
Face: Medium length face, strong jaw line and chin, big lips, big nostrils and a ridge on the nose, green-ish/dark brown eyes (a lot more brown that green) and dark brown eye brows (medium thickness)
Scars: Three big scars across his left eye and eye brow (like animal claws)
War Paint: Red hand print on the right side of his face going across the face
Weapon: Tow-handed ebony war hammer
Armour: Not sure yet, but he will have a cape
Character Back Story:
I am K'avar Raccan, and this is my story...
I was born in a Blood Hunter sanctuary hidden to all outsiders in the middle of the desert in Hammerfell. The Blood Hunters have been hiding for centuries, waiting for a time when they are needed. My mother died during childbirth so I never knew her, but my dad (the leader of the Blood Hunters) along with the guild alphas taught me what was right and wrong and taught me how to defend myself and fight. I spared with other kids in the sanctuary to practise fighting and defending. I was taught many things by my alphas, not just fighting techniques, they taught me all of their knowledge so I wouldn't make mistakes or have to learn the hard way when I left the sanctuary. I was the son of the guild master, so one day I would become guild master myself and would have to lead my followers, this is why it was so important I learnt these thing first hand and not the hard way.
All members of the Blood Hunters have to go on a Rite of Passage when they are 10 years old (even the future guild master). The Rite of Passage is to go out into the desert and release the beast within you. On my tenth birthday I left the safety of the sanctuary to release the beast inside my. I had never been outside the sanctuary before so I didn't know what was out there. When I stepped outside all I could see was an eternal forsaken land with the sun blazing down on me, I couldn't see any landmarks or any places of interest to start looking for my beast so I just started walking.
I didn't know where I was going or where I was but I knew I couldn't go back until I had accomplished what I set out to do. I had walked in no particular direction for so long the sun had started to set, I had to find a place to sleep. Another hour passed before I found a place to sleep, there was a large rock casting a big shadow and providing enough shelter for me to sleep.
I woke up early the following morning, I had a bad night sleeping on rock and sand. I knew I wouldn't last long out here without a proper weapon, I needed to make one. Not far from where I had slept was an old dead tree. I snapped off one of the stronger looking branches and whittle it into a sharp spear. I used my new weapon to hunt for food, I kept it on my back when I wasn't using it.
For the next few days it was the same, I still hadn't found my beast. Then on the sixth day, while I was walking through a small canyon a giant desert scorpion crawled slowly out from under a rock. It was more than five times the size of me, it's body was littered with scratches and dents from old battles, it's pincers were sharper than a new blade, despite all the battles it had been in. I stepped back, shocked at the shear size of it. I looked behind me and thought of running, but scorpions are fast, I would never have got away, so I grabbed the spear from my back and braced myself. The scorpion ran up to me and tried to slice me, I dodged and jumped to the side. I was lying on the floor in the dust, vulnerable to an attack, the scorpion came up to me and started stabbing at me with it stinger. I rolled out of the way but it kept stabbing, I rolled over onto a rock, I picked it up and throw it at the scorpion's eye. It jumped backwards giving me enough time to get back up and grab my spear. While the scorpion was stunned I plunged my spear into the joint of it's arm, it jumped back and took my spear with it. I thought I was doomed, I had no weapon. I concentrated all my energy into killing it and with all of that focus I transformed into a werewolf. Now I was the same size as the scorpion and far stronger, I ripped the scorpion apart, it stood no chance against me in that form. I could now return to my people and my sanctuary.
When I returned to the sanctuary I was welcomed by everyone, I had earnt the right to call myself a Blood Hunter. When I was about 20 years old I when out of the sanctuary again, but not for a rite of passage, just to see and experience the world. I was gone for a year before I returned to the sanctuary. I traveled all across Hammerfell and even into other provinces, I had seen so much and met so many people while I was gone, I now had even more knowlage than before, including knowladge of othe cultures.
Now I am 24 years old and because of this great war going on I will leave the sanctuary again, but this time I won't go back, it's my time to build and lead the guild, so I have started recruiting people into the Blood Hunters to protect this land and restore it to it's former glory.
Will you join me,
K'avar Raccan
This post was last modified: February 21st 2013, 09:14 AM by Blood Hunter
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