Graven

[Graven]

Name: Graven Darkeyes
Race: Werewolf
Age: 23
Height: 5"9"
Weight: 150lb
Possessions: Three point spiked-chain, Cloak

Physical Description:
Standing at 5"9 he wasn't noticeable muscular. Having short black hair that wasn't shiny or anything because he didn't pay special attention to it. Brown eyes either caring or impassive that fills into giant black sockets when he shifts.Scars covered most of his lightly tanned body with larger ones dominately on his back and the nastier ones on his chest. One scar on his face ran from his top left eye to the bottom right of his mouth. Mostly his clothes came from the homeless except for one outfit he saved. A tan pant crimson-sleeveless shirt and reinforced boots.

His body reverting to four legs and increasing in bulk as he shifts into wolf form. Black fur covering his body and teeth sharpening to a wolverine's point. Completely turned he appears bulkier and meaner then an average wolf, thanks to a special event and his fur is surprisingly neatier when he is in wolf or hybrid form. In hybrid he remains on two feet, however growing taller to about seven feet and only gaining a small amount of muscle compared to his full wolf form.

Strengths and Powers

Combat abilities: *Proficient with the Three point spiked-chain
* Dedicated- He will attempte to continue fighting until he can not move

* Claws and bite

*Heightened senses: His senses are improved from his werewolf heritage

Powers: shifting-wolf,hybrid,human

Secret Powers: Yes


Weaknesses and flaws

Silver

Fruit- He doesn't like fruit and becomes aggressive if someone tries to force him to eat it. eg: doctor and a well-balanced diet philosphy

Bloodthirst: He is an addict for violence and gore.

Split-personality: He doesn't have multiple personalities but the one he does have is conflicting, and he exhibits radical emotions and habits. He may be calm for a moment and then staring at him wrong could anger him easily. Then the next day he won't mind at all if everyone was to stare at him all day. Though usually he can control it for people close to him. He also would be glad to accept undercooked meat from a tavern or prance around naked. Though one habit he has no matter what is an impulse to monitor the women around him, seeing them as people to protect and breed with(only sometimes at the same time) from his time in the woods where females were important in many ways. That and eat what he can, always in a survival state of mind. Often exhibiting aspects of the feral creature he hides, unless he specifically takes note of what he is doing and attempts to hide it.

Blind spot: He has trouble protecting his back and reaching it.

Limited Knowledge: No formal training, has only rudimental writing and reading skills

Heightened senses: To much of anything that can cripple a wolf's senses will

Dependent: His time in the wilderness has clouded his mind and made him dependant on others help for survival. Also making him see anyone close to him a person to protect ruthlessly. Though it really only takes a nice smell or giving him food to consider you family.

Weird habits: He tends to lick his hand after a meal as a result from years in a pack. If he doesn't like you he may show it in a feral way by growling or showing his teeth. The worst is often getting up in the middle of night or before he goes to sleep, he may either lick himself clean or stare into the night with occasional howls in response to wolves he may here from the woods.

History

Born in Shim 23 years ago to a blacksmith father and seamtress mother.The father's side becoming werewolves in 256 BCE .His family descened from military roots until his great grandfather on his father's side decided not to join like his father did. Only three years after did he begin to see the effect it had on his family, and he was eventually forced to move out of Marn. Settling in the new town of Shim he began farming, and that was to become the family business. During the later years of his life while Graven's father was nearing adulthood, his grandfather had a heart attack before coming in for supper carrying a lantern and set the family crops on fire.

Life went on as normal for awhile without his grandfather until his father moved out. His family income ruined he had to find another way of providing for himself and his mother. At first he took blacksmithing as a temporary job until he could find a way to replant the crops. However soon he began forging weapons for small general stores and trainer swords for the guard. It provided decent enough pay to still support him and his mother. As well as his wife soon to come. Graven's father met his wife as his grandmother turned into an elderly woman.

The couple courted for several months before marrying. It was then another year before Graven was born, unfourtunately two weeks before his grandmother's death.
His father dispirited by the loss of his mother and slightly confused decided it was time to tell both of them of what he was. Believing Graven may be a werewolf as well he convinced his wife to let him go on a hunting trip into the nearby forest. Here he left Graven alone on the first night and proceeded to watch him from a distance until he turned two days later, while hunting a deer. As the two returned from their trip with a victorious buck over their shoulders, Graven's mother stared at them with a worried look knowing that her baby was a werewolf as well.

Now nearing adulthood Graven began to pratice with weapons in his father's forge often toying with weapons as his father made them nearby. One type of weapon caught his eye the most which was the spiked-chain. He began praticing with it everyday until he was of age and took over the family forge. His father still an able bodied male took to letting his son work for him. When he became twenty years he bought the weapon he had praticed with for so long with the money he had earned from working for his father and hugged his parents goodbye before heading into the woods for three years.

Hunting often in a full wolf form he began to appreciate the brutality of the forests. Joining in with a pack of normal wolves he became the alpha within months. Staining his fur often in the blood of prey. He would protect the pack from anything that they couldn't hunt and on several occasions entered a hybrid form or returned to his human form to fight a rouge bear. More wolves began to join the pack as his stories began to circulate of his protection. Then one night after an apparently abnormal pack came to join his flock.

A mist began to form upon the entire pack without disturbing anyone other then Graven. Fooling him with a fake scent the mist led him to a bright lake, comprised of a glowing magic. When he went to examine it closer the mist seemed to gain weight and force him into it. As he was laying in the magic he felt some of it enter him and a voice echoed in his head. It had said "My child through your birth and rise to power in me, you have upset the balance. I know you care for your pack so I offer you an exchange. I give you a portion of my power and you leave your pack and never assume control again."

Taking favor to one wolf in particular and knowing his presence has upset the balance he left the pack in this one's control. Returning occassionaly to his pack family and his birth family but staying alone in the woods between them. Seeing himself as the protector of Shim from the imbalance that his existence caused, unable to end his life. He isolated himself for the most part trying to make a living however he can.

Living in the most desolate place of the forest he began to pratice his abilities. Ranging from using his weapon to this new gift on trees and the few animals in the space to close to Shim for the others. More often circling the entire forest making sure the imagined status quote is protected, ensuring that the forest, Marn, and Shim to not encrouch upon each other. Then one day he decided to examine the city more closely and watched as the people went about their business. He began to visit until he was eventually just like any other traveler, an occasional face to the tavern.

[Graven]

Graven growled as he watched the loggers approach the tree line. His lips folding as he flashes his teeth towards them. Hiding in the brush he watched as the began to approach the tree line. Fur standing up as he crawled under the bushes of the area. The loggers continued towards the trees unaware of his presence, carrying axes and saws. As Graven watched them and then howled and stepped out of the bush, letting saliva drip from his fangs.

Circling the group slowly he locked eyes with them and held his head low. His claws digging deep into the ground with each step and his mass apparent to them. The loggers followed Graven with their eyes, as they tried to back away. Graven stopped inbetween them and the woods and started towards them. The loggers in fright at first kept pace with him, and then decided the wood wasn't worth it and ran back to Marn.