Character Name:
Dravon Reventii - Commander of the Undead Legion
"The Legion demands everyhting from you, and in return it will make you one of the strongest fighters in all of Lordan - Pray to the wolf, and serve it, and in turn it shall serve you too."
Age and Age at time of original death:
87, died at the age of 36.
Sex:
Male
Class: Alpha Wolf.
Skills:
- Vitality - 18
- Endurance - 32
- Attunment - 8
- Vigor - 30
- Strength - 35
- Dexerity - 58
- Intelligence - 12
- Faith - 50
- Adaptability - 40
Appearance:
Dravon has been a commander in the Watchdogs for many years now, and his body and face show it - weathered, grizzled and scarred, if the occasion that he ever takes his helmet off arises you can see a network of scars trace his face, old and new mixing with one another, it makes him a bit unsightly to look at but it doesn't take much to see that this man is one of the most experienced men in the Watchers.
His hair is thick and unruly - and is whiter than the snows of Eleum Loyce, it shows slightly when he wears his helmet, at the nape of the neck.
His eyes are stern and cold, despite being a warm sea green in colour - it is the equivalent at staring into the depths an ocean, you can admire them and appreciate their beauty, but is cold and can easily claim your life.
They do not fit the man they belong too.
Standing at 6'5 he makes for a daunting figure and not one to underestimate his height seems only to be exemplified by his slim frame that hides an underlying strength - his body is clearly built for dexterity and to be able to use the Legions uncanny sword style that requires a great command of ones own body and muscles.
His darksign is burnt into his right inner thigh, contrasted heavily by his pale and lethargic skin.
Weapons and Armour/Clothing: The Farron Ultra Greatsword and Undead Legion armour as well as the Ring of the wolf and Ring of Favour.
Personality:
Cold and unfeeling are the best words to describe Dravon - he feels only for the Legion, his unwavering loyalty the only fuel he has left to keep his humanity.
When you set the Legion aside (something that is exceptionally difficult to do for this man) then what you have is a man with a morbid sense of humour and curiosity, he is gravely interested in the abyss and its origins as well as what it does to its hosts; on occasion he will let the abyss consume someone in front of his eyes as they scream in pain merely to understand it better.
The better they understand it, the better they can kill it - fire works more oft than not and his equipment is littered with items that start fire in order to hold the cancer back.
He has condemned several towns to be torched after recovering the slightest bit of evidence of the taint - typically with residents all still in it; any whom escape the flames meet blades or a volley of arrows.
When the abyss is involved the man is almost mechanical in his actions - anyone whom is tainted and this man sees it - their life is over.
Biography:
Unknown
Spells/Pyromancies/Hexes/Miracles:
None.
Inventory:
- 10x Budding Green Blossoms
- 10x Black Firebombs
- 10x Charcoal pine resin
- 10x Green blossoms
- 15x Estus Flask
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