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Characters Personal Information
Name: Dravin LocHeart
Race: Vampire - Human
Age: 135 - appears to be in his thirties
Sex: Male
Ht.: 6' 1"
Wt.: 197lbs.
Characters Background Information
Dravin was born in what is now called London, and his rebirth the same. However, let us get back to when he was still mortal. Royal by birth and decree. Son of Princess Mari D'cruix and a bastard. No one knew who his mother had a fling with before she had become a Queen. Some say that it was one of the Guards that protected the King.
However, before that could be found out and before his birth, Dravin mother left for London. She was to be a gift for the Prince there and a way for their two people to co-exist, or so they thought.
His mother gave birth to Dravin shortly after her arrival and in secret. After his birth, Dravin was given to an orphanage and did not see his mother again, until his 19th birthday.
Standing outside of the royal chambers Dravin paid no attention to anything but his duties, which were to ensure no one entered the room of the King and Queen, not without prior acknowledgment from either of them.
Dravin rose through the ranks and soon obtained the rank of Master of the Guards and was given his own division to call his own. Even at such a young age, this had never been done to someone like him.
On his first patrol of the country the unit that he was in charge of was attacked by an unknown force, a single vampire, but that was not known to them. Dravin was knocked from his horse and before he even hit the ground was covered his blood, as the head of his horse had been completely removed, as his head impacted the ground he was knocked unconscious.
When Dravin came to the blood on him was cold and sticky and the light of the new day was starting to rise. Turning his head he came face to face with the creature that had destroyed his unit. It was then that he felt the pain in his shoulder. As he continued to look at this creature he noticed that it was starting to fade away, and by the time he was on his feet, the creature was gone.
Staggering through the great hall Dravin stumbled before the King and fell to his knees. He reported the attack and how he was the only survivor. He was taken to the infirmary where his wounds were treated.
Several nights later Dravin awoke to find that he was not in the infirmary but a dark cold chamber, and that he was not alone. Standing at the foot of the bed that he was in was the creature that he had seen the night his unit was massacred. It was then that he found out who the creature was and what he was, and thus became his Master.
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Name: Raranir NightBlood
Race: Blood Elf
Age: 120
Sex: Male
Occupation(s): Currently Slave, Formerly a Warlock/Warrior
Ht: 6' 6" (198cm)
Wt: 167lbs.
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Background
Early Years
Raranir NightBlood was cursed from childhood, not by Magic since he was naturally immune to it but by traits that were not common amongst those of his race. For instance when he was born his hair was not the natural hues of his clans, but rather his hair was that of shimmering flames, of course, if it was touched the natural color was normal, and jet black. Also, his eyes instead of their normal glowing greens or oranges were instead a dark purple almost black. By the time Raranir was near adulthood his clan noticed that he was also taller than most, by almost a half a foot. This caused him to be shunned by most and called Rauko or Demon in the common tongue.
Adulthood
Before Raranir had become an adult he had already decided to leave. This was frowned upon by most of the tolerant Blood Elves, even though he was an outcast he was still expected to abide by their laws. Raranir thought that since he was shunned that he shouldn't have to live by such rules and on his 19th birthday he packed up what belongings that he had and left.
A decision that he never regretted. Not long after his 119th birthday, he was captured, after several years of eluding capture and escaping detection. During his time before his capture, he had studied under several Masters. First was a human mage that taught him how to harness the life force of nature and its treasures. Raranir took that a step further and began to take the living essence of nature's lifeforce, it's living creatures. He brought the dead back to life and killed without the creatures knowing he was there. After years and years of honing this skill, he departed his Master, by killing her and trapping her departing soul in a soulgem that he fused into his very body.
Years later he met up with a soldier that told him of a great warrior. Raranir thought to possess this being's soul, to add to the collection that he already possed. Upon arrival at an academy, Raranir was captivated by the grace that this Master shared and instead of waiting and capturing him, he decided to train with this person. Years and years of hardship, pain, and training honed Raranir's body into a deadly weapon. During a training mission, Raranir slew his partner in a battle. His Master dismissed him from the academy shortly after the death was reported. That night in a fit of pure hatred Raranir stole into his Masters sleeping chamber and slit the man's throat as he slept. Like before Raranir captured the departing soul, showing the former Master who he really was in the process.
Using his training and skills that he had honed over the past 59 years after his departure from his race and clan he came upon a village of Night Elves. He thought about dispatching this village, but his mind was changed when he came upon a young elven woman sitting near a pond. Her eyes locked onto his and it was then that Raranir saw she was different from other elves, an outcast like him. The two of them became close friends and eventually lovers.
It was on his 118th birthday that his love was taken from him. Killed by a raiding party of humans from a nearby town. In a fit of rage Raranir gave chase to the band of killers and slew each and every one of them, but a single person he left alive, a messenger. He told his person to report what he had seen, as the messenger left Raranir followed. When the messenger entered into a small village and didn't come back out, Raranir knew he had found the village that belonged to this man. That night Raranir massacred the entire village and spared no one not even the smallest of children was spared.
Standing on a hilltop he looked back at the smoke and flames from most of the burning buildings and cursed them, "Faire H'tul"(Death has come). He left that hilltop and began his own personal campaign to ride this land of all of its Humans.
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