Post by Draken on Jun 16, 2014 5:23:11 GMT
Name: Lycan/Human Name: Draken
Race: Human-Lycanthrope Hybrid
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Occupation: Military
Rank: General
Appearance:
(Lycan Form)
(Human Form)
Minus the long ears, the above photo is the closest I can get to describing his appearance.
Personality:
A Once proud and wise human, Draken has become a prime example of a Lycan warrior. His wisdom and pride combined with his blood-lust have turned him into a lethal warrior, willing to hunt and fight any mortal being that would challenge him or his allies.
Strengths:
-Tactician
Having been a General for the human army before being infected, Draken has learned and experienced multiple combat situations. This has given him an aptitude for reading enemy strategies and formations.
-Seasoned Warrior
Draken has spent most of his life fighting in some military, whether it was for the humans or lycans, he has fought in multiple campaigns and wars including the Human's attempt to eradicate the lycans.
-Shapeshifting
Draken, being the leader of the Lycans, has the ability to change between human and lycan form due to his father having been infected with the virus before he impregnated his mother. This gives him the ability to venture out of the forest, allowing him to infiltrate human settlements and other locations that lycans are normally not welcomed in. Changing forms leaves the user vulnerable though, but due to having the ability for such a long time, Draken can recover from shapeshifting in a relatively short time.
Weaknesses:
-Bloodlust
Draken has developed an extreme lust for killing and the thrill of the hunt because of his curse. This has caused him to disappear for days at a time to hunt someone or something. He Particularly likes to hunt the Elves that they are at war with, due to their ability to slip away in from foes in the forest.
-His mixed blood
Since Draken is an hybrid lycan. Some pureblood lycans are capable of out performing him in certain tasks. Though overall, Draken is still the better Lycan.
-Weakness after shapeshifting
Shapeshifting has a toll on Draken's body, the physical demand leaving him weakened for a short period of time (About thirty minutes.) This leaves him vulnerable to attacks from assailants and other threats until he has recovered from the demands of changing between human and lycan form.
Equipment:
1x Blue plated Lycan Armor
1x One Barbed Lycan Sword (Size of a Human Greatsword)
2x Barbed Lycan Daggers (The size of a human sword)
1x Brown robe (Human form)
1x set of Human Armor (Similar in form to the lycan armor)
Mounts/Guardians/Pets: None at the moment
NPCs:
Skrimir- Master of Arms
Skrimir, a veteran of the human-lycan war, is one of the few remaining lycans from the previous war. Draken has entrusted this master swordsman to train and arm his armys, which he has not failed him yet at. Skrimir's fur has started to turn white in his older age, and scars from the war run along his pelt. His icy blue eyes highlight against his fur, making him unmistakable for any other lycan.
Matrius- Head of the Scouts
A young lycan, Matrius was selected by Draken because of his incredible speed. Though extremely young and inexperiance, Matrius has proven himself already as Head of the Scouts by capturing a wood elf on one of their trips into elven territory. His black fur has grown in thick and his dark gray eyes help hide his presence when he is looking on from the shadows.
Biography:
Childhood:
Draken was the son of royalty, though he would never receive the crown, his uncle was the king of the land. Draken never went without as a child, countless maids and servants watched him day and night and tended to his every need. Whether it was washing his clothes, feeding him, or any ridiculous request he had as a child, his maids would obey his demands. As he grew older, his father prepared him for the life that laid ahead of him.
He began to show Draken the way of the sword and the arts of war. His father would bring home the historical texts from the royal library, which contained stories of all the conflicts that humanity had fought in. His Father would act very strange though, when the stories would mention conflicts with the Lycans, he would show signs of fear, which Draken never understood as a small boy, though he would come to understand at an older age.
At the age of 16 Draken was sent off to Officers Academy, where he would be trained to be an officer. There he met his cousin, and the sons of other royal families, whom he would never get along with. Draken proved to be a formidable leader, always besting his cousin at the war games they would go through in the academy. Though his cousin always beat him when it came to sheer numbers and brute strength, Draken would always beat him in duels and the campaigns that the instructors would put them through. Though as he become a better leader, he started to develop a lust for killing, always risking an extra soldier or two to get one more kill in the games.
This strange lust didn’t affect the perception that the instructors had for him. He graduated Officers Academy ,at age 19; tied for top of class with his cousin, and was given the rank of High Commander.
Human Military Career:
Draken received his first military post in the height of the Elven Crusade at 21, when the Humans went to war with the religiously radical high elves. Under the command of his cousin, their company of men marched towards the front line, the valleys of Arrelia. They left the east coast with heroism and the idea of a quick war on their mind, but instead they fought for 5 long years.
The valleys in which they fought the war made Calvary near useless, for the horses would get trapped in the rivers whenever they would try to cross. Draken was forced to use the tactics of ol’, sending patrols of men out to find the enemy and return safely, hoping to catch the enemy while they were resting. His unexplainable bloodlust drove him to order some bold and daring attacks, most of which were successful. One particular raid occurred on the eve of a midsummer’s night, the elves had been on the defensive for two weeks, when Draken ordered three teams of soldiers to enter the camp and slay them all. The soldiers expecting a tired, weak, elven force, were caught off guard by the sheer number of elves at the camp.
Throughout the night, screams and cries were heard, both human and elf alike suffered. This infuriated Draken, causing him to march half the company on the camp in the morning, and wiping out that particular unit of high elves in one fatal swoop. He would do the same to the Eleven city of Aegis, which was located in the heart of the land, burning it to the ground and ordering the murder of every high elf found. This marked the decline of the Elven Crusade, as the human army marched through and claimed the remaining land, Draken and his cousin were welcomed back as heroes who lead their forces to victory.
As his cousin prepared to receive the crown from his father, Draken was promoted to the rank of General. He was put in charge of an entire imperial legion, which he would later lead in the Lycan-Human war. Before that war though, Draken started to talk with his father, who had avoided the public now for quite sometime. When he arrived home, no one would answer the door, which frightened the newly appointed general. Frantically he fought the door until he could force it open, a torn up carcass of a human falling before him as he entered the home. Drawing his sword, Draken entered the home, finding blood smeared on the walls and furniture. Growls could be heard coming from his father’s study and as he entered, what he saw blew his mind away. A lycan, standing over the corpse of his mother, clutching a book in one paw, and a sword in the other.
Draken charged and killed that lycan, later finding out it was his own father, who had been infected by the lycan virus well away on a diplomatic trip to the great forest to try and restore relations with the lycans. Draken was devastated, and pleaded with his Uncle and cousin to allow him to wage war against the lycans for murdering members of the royal family. After two long weeks of pleading, the king ruled that the lycan’s actions could not be ignored, and that General Draken take his legions and march on their homeland.
The war was a disaster, for every lycan killed, ten men were lost to the lycan virus. After four years, the king determined the cause lost, and recalled what remained of Draken’s imperial legion. In one last vain attempt, Draken lead a cavalry charge on the Lycans, which ended horribly, with the wounding of him and several other high ranking officers. Draken returned, hiding his wounds from the king, fearing what he would do to him. What he didn’t know at the time was that he had not been infected with the lycan virus then, but that wound awoke his rare abilities as a hybrid.
Draken ran from the cities of humans, hiding in the wilds of the valleys he had conquered. This was where his ability to change forms started to kick in, at first uncontrollable, they would become his greatest weapon. After spending years mastering it, Draken, in his lycan form, finally took his place in the great woods beside the other lycans. Though it took him years to earn the name Draken, for he had been called another name that has long been lost with his false human life so long ago, he fought others above him to gain his power, to obtain his position of leadership, his right, which he believed was given to him by the gods, to lead the lycans. Now he leads the lycans against the wood elves in their war for the great forest. The leader and general of the lycans now, Draken has assumed the role that his father foresaw him in, leader of an unstoppable force, with an unimaginable leader.
RolePlay Sample:
Great Forest
Conquest of the Great Forest
Hunting for scouts
The sun had set hours earlier, and darkness dominated the forest, hiding Draken and his hunting party as they moved through the forest. Running on all fours with their swords sheathed and strapped on their backs, the lycans were charging across the forest floor. Using their sense of smell to hunt the elves, for very little moonlight ever reached the floor in the forest, who had infiltrated their camp and kill two lycans. The scent of fear, soaking the air and sitting heavy among the other smells of the forest, guiding the lycans towards their target.
As the scent grew stronger and thicker, Draken’s fur began to stand up more and more on his back. His fur shining, in the patches of moonlight that would reach the floor, a silvery tone similar to the moonlight itself. He leaped over roots and bushes as he chased the scent, his body tingling from the rush of adrenaline, as he was reach the source of the scent. He stopped, branches and bushes blocking his view as he stood up on his hind legs, just before the source of the scent. His fangs, covered in drool, could been seen in his devilish smile. His sword making a muffled wooden sound as he drew it from it’s sheath. He pointed it around the trees, a silent message to his hunting party to circle around and flank the enemy.
As his party began to circle the perimeter of the elven camp, Draken started to sneak his way into the brush that they were using to try and hide. His head peeking through, he spotted four elves lying on the ground, and two in the base of the trees, his enemy prepared to deal with one or two lycan. A wicked smile grew across his muzzle, as the Silver furred hybrid prepared to lash out at the group. His hunting party in position to take the two that were standing guard, Draken leaped out into the open, and lashed out at the closest one. He drove his sword through it’s chest, as the screams of the guards being mutilated by his party could be heard throughout the forest. The other elves, awoken by the screaming, were overwhelmed by fear as all but one ran for their lives, the other dropped to his knees and begged for mercy. With a simple grunt and movement of his head, the hunting party rushed off to eliminate the runners, as Draken walked over to the pleading coward. “You would rather plead for mercy than fight and die with honor?” He asked as he crouched down to his level.
“Please, I didn’t harm anyone, I was just following orders.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Please, let me live, I’ll serve you faithfully as a spy or I’ll just run and disapp-”
The elf never finished the sentence, for Draken bitten the elf in upper right shoulder under the adams apple. A gulp could be heard as he walked away, for he had bitten off that entire area, and the torn remains of a torso of a body smacked into the ground. Blood began to ooze for the body as it did the others, soaking the ground and making it weak. A satisfying set of screams could be heard in the distance, a confirmation that the other two elves had been killed. Pleased with the results of this hunt, Draken raised his head and let forth a series of howls, letting his people know the hunt was successful and that they were returning home.
Race: Human-Lycanthrope Hybrid
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Occupation: Military
Rank: General
Appearance:
(Lycan Form)
(Human Form)
Minus the long ears, the above photo is the closest I can get to describing his appearance.
Personality:
A Once proud and wise human, Draken has become a prime example of a Lycan warrior. His wisdom and pride combined with his blood-lust have turned him into a lethal warrior, willing to hunt and fight any mortal being that would challenge him or his allies.
Strengths:
-Tactician
Having been a General for the human army before being infected, Draken has learned and experienced multiple combat situations. This has given him an aptitude for reading enemy strategies and formations.
-Seasoned Warrior
Draken has spent most of his life fighting in some military, whether it was for the humans or lycans, he has fought in multiple campaigns and wars including the Human's attempt to eradicate the lycans.
-Shapeshifting
Draken, being the leader of the Lycans, has the ability to change between human and lycan form due to his father having been infected with the virus before he impregnated his mother. This gives him the ability to venture out of the forest, allowing him to infiltrate human settlements and other locations that lycans are normally not welcomed in. Changing forms leaves the user vulnerable though, but due to having the ability for such a long time, Draken can recover from shapeshifting in a relatively short time.
Weaknesses:
-Bloodlust
Draken has developed an extreme lust for killing and the thrill of the hunt because of his curse. This has caused him to disappear for days at a time to hunt someone or something. He Particularly likes to hunt the Elves that they are at war with, due to their ability to slip away in from foes in the forest.
-His mixed blood
Since Draken is an hybrid lycan. Some pureblood lycans are capable of out performing him in certain tasks. Though overall, Draken is still the better Lycan.
-Weakness after shapeshifting
Shapeshifting has a toll on Draken's body, the physical demand leaving him weakened for a short period of time (About thirty minutes.) This leaves him vulnerable to attacks from assailants and other threats until he has recovered from the demands of changing between human and lycan form.
Equipment:
1x Blue plated Lycan Armor
1x One Barbed Lycan Sword (Size of a Human Greatsword)
2x Barbed Lycan Daggers (The size of a human sword)
1x Brown robe (Human form)
1x set of Human Armor (Similar in form to the lycan armor)
Mounts/Guardians/Pets: None at the moment
NPCs:
Skrimir- Master of Arms
Skrimir, a veteran of the human-lycan war, is one of the few remaining lycans from the previous war. Draken has entrusted this master swordsman to train and arm his armys, which he has not failed him yet at. Skrimir's fur has started to turn white in his older age, and scars from the war run along his pelt. His icy blue eyes highlight against his fur, making him unmistakable for any other lycan.
Matrius- Head of the Scouts
A young lycan, Matrius was selected by Draken because of his incredible speed. Though extremely young and inexperiance, Matrius has proven himself already as Head of the Scouts by capturing a wood elf on one of their trips into elven territory. His black fur has grown in thick and his dark gray eyes help hide his presence when he is looking on from the shadows.
Biography:
Childhood:
Draken was the son of royalty, though he would never receive the crown, his uncle was the king of the land. Draken never went without as a child, countless maids and servants watched him day and night and tended to his every need. Whether it was washing his clothes, feeding him, or any ridiculous request he had as a child, his maids would obey his demands. As he grew older, his father prepared him for the life that laid ahead of him.
He began to show Draken the way of the sword and the arts of war. His father would bring home the historical texts from the royal library, which contained stories of all the conflicts that humanity had fought in. His Father would act very strange though, when the stories would mention conflicts with the Lycans, he would show signs of fear, which Draken never understood as a small boy, though he would come to understand at an older age.
At the age of 16 Draken was sent off to Officers Academy, where he would be trained to be an officer. There he met his cousin, and the sons of other royal families, whom he would never get along with. Draken proved to be a formidable leader, always besting his cousin at the war games they would go through in the academy. Though his cousin always beat him when it came to sheer numbers and brute strength, Draken would always beat him in duels and the campaigns that the instructors would put them through. Though as he become a better leader, he started to develop a lust for killing, always risking an extra soldier or two to get one more kill in the games.
This strange lust didn’t affect the perception that the instructors had for him. He graduated Officers Academy ,at age 19; tied for top of class with his cousin, and was given the rank of High Commander.
Human Military Career:
Draken received his first military post in the height of the Elven Crusade at 21, when the Humans went to war with the religiously radical high elves. Under the command of his cousin, their company of men marched towards the front line, the valleys of Arrelia. They left the east coast with heroism and the idea of a quick war on their mind, but instead they fought for 5 long years.
The valleys in which they fought the war made Calvary near useless, for the horses would get trapped in the rivers whenever they would try to cross. Draken was forced to use the tactics of ol’, sending patrols of men out to find the enemy and return safely, hoping to catch the enemy while they were resting. His unexplainable bloodlust drove him to order some bold and daring attacks, most of which were successful. One particular raid occurred on the eve of a midsummer’s night, the elves had been on the defensive for two weeks, when Draken ordered three teams of soldiers to enter the camp and slay them all. The soldiers expecting a tired, weak, elven force, were caught off guard by the sheer number of elves at the camp.
Throughout the night, screams and cries were heard, both human and elf alike suffered. This infuriated Draken, causing him to march half the company on the camp in the morning, and wiping out that particular unit of high elves in one fatal swoop. He would do the same to the Eleven city of Aegis, which was located in the heart of the land, burning it to the ground and ordering the murder of every high elf found. This marked the decline of the Elven Crusade, as the human army marched through and claimed the remaining land, Draken and his cousin were welcomed back as heroes who lead their forces to victory.
As his cousin prepared to receive the crown from his father, Draken was promoted to the rank of General. He was put in charge of an entire imperial legion, which he would later lead in the Lycan-Human war. Before that war though, Draken started to talk with his father, who had avoided the public now for quite sometime. When he arrived home, no one would answer the door, which frightened the newly appointed general. Frantically he fought the door until he could force it open, a torn up carcass of a human falling before him as he entered the home. Drawing his sword, Draken entered the home, finding blood smeared on the walls and furniture. Growls could be heard coming from his father’s study and as he entered, what he saw blew his mind away. A lycan, standing over the corpse of his mother, clutching a book in one paw, and a sword in the other.
Draken charged and killed that lycan, later finding out it was his own father, who had been infected by the lycan virus well away on a diplomatic trip to the great forest to try and restore relations with the lycans. Draken was devastated, and pleaded with his Uncle and cousin to allow him to wage war against the lycans for murdering members of the royal family. After two long weeks of pleading, the king ruled that the lycan’s actions could not be ignored, and that General Draken take his legions and march on their homeland.
The war was a disaster, for every lycan killed, ten men were lost to the lycan virus. After four years, the king determined the cause lost, and recalled what remained of Draken’s imperial legion. In one last vain attempt, Draken lead a cavalry charge on the Lycans, which ended horribly, with the wounding of him and several other high ranking officers. Draken returned, hiding his wounds from the king, fearing what he would do to him. What he didn’t know at the time was that he had not been infected with the lycan virus then, but that wound awoke his rare abilities as a hybrid.
Draken ran from the cities of humans, hiding in the wilds of the valleys he had conquered. This was where his ability to change forms started to kick in, at first uncontrollable, they would become his greatest weapon. After spending years mastering it, Draken, in his lycan form, finally took his place in the great woods beside the other lycans. Though it took him years to earn the name Draken, for he had been called another name that has long been lost with his false human life so long ago, he fought others above him to gain his power, to obtain his position of leadership, his right, which he believed was given to him by the gods, to lead the lycans. Now he leads the lycans against the wood elves in their war for the great forest. The leader and general of the lycans now, Draken has assumed the role that his father foresaw him in, leader of an unstoppable force, with an unimaginable leader.
RolePlay Sample:
Great Forest
Conquest of the Great Forest
Hunting for scouts
The sun had set hours earlier, and darkness dominated the forest, hiding Draken and his hunting party as they moved through the forest. Running on all fours with their swords sheathed and strapped on their backs, the lycans were charging across the forest floor. Using their sense of smell to hunt the elves, for very little moonlight ever reached the floor in the forest, who had infiltrated their camp and kill two lycans. The scent of fear, soaking the air and sitting heavy among the other smells of the forest, guiding the lycans towards their target.
As the scent grew stronger and thicker, Draken’s fur began to stand up more and more on his back. His fur shining, in the patches of moonlight that would reach the floor, a silvery tone similar to the moonlight itself. He leaped over roots and bushes as he chased the scent, his body tingling from the rush of adrenaline, as he was reach the source of the scent. He stopped, branches and bushes blocking his view as he stood up on his hind legs, just before the source of the scent. His fangs, covered in drool, could been seen in his devilish smile. His sword making a muffled wooden sound as he drew it from it’s sheath. He pointed it around the trees, a silent message to his hunting party to circle around and flank the enemy.
As his party began to circle the perimeter of the elven camp, Draken started to sneak his way into the brush that they were using to try and hide. His head peeking through, he spotted four elves lying on the ground, and two in the base of the trees, his enemy prepared to deal with one or two lycan. A wicked smile grew across his muzzle, as the Silver furred hybrid prepared to lash out at the group. His hunting party in position to take the two that were standing guard, Draken leaped out into the open, and lashed out at the closest one. He drove his sword through it’s chest, as the screams of the guards being mutilated by his party could be heard throughout the forest. The other elves, awoken by the screaming, were overwhelmed by fear as all but one ran for their lives, the other dropped to his knees and begged for mercy. With a simple grunt and movement of his head, the hunting party rushed off to eliminate the runners, as Draken walked over to the pleading coward. “You would rather plead for mercy than fight and die with honor?” He asked as he crouched down to his level.
“Please, I didn’t harm anyone, I was just following orders.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Please, let me live, I’ll serve you faithfully as a spy or I’ll just run and disapp-”
The elf never finished the sentence, for Draken bitten the elf in upper right shoulder under the adams apple. A gulp could be heard as he walked away, for he had bitten off that entire area, and the torn remains of a torso of a body smacked into the ground. Blood began to ooze for the body as it did the others, soaking the ground and making it weak. A satisfying set of screams could be heard in the distance, a confirmation that the other two elves had been killed. Pleased with the results of this hunt, Draken raised his head and let forth a series of howls, letting his people know the hunt was successful and that they were returning home.
(Swords do not actually make that ring noise when drawn, most create some sort of wooden sound since the scabbard or sheath is made out of wood and covered with something.)