Aljahim

"Al" | "Hellhound" | "Ravager"

Once an elegant wolf coated in silky white fur, Al has turned into a gruesome-looking beast that makes him look like a feral wolf from hell. Besides his rustled hair that is bundled in a man bun, all the hair on his body is gone, replaced by dark red, wrinkled, skin that resembles cauterized blood. He sports eerie cold-blue eyes and his mouth is deformed in having large white jagged fangs run down his entire mouth. Small bony protrusions stick out of his elbow and calf regions, whilst sporting longer arms and legs that are tipped in long sharp claws. Most notably, Al's human legs look much like that of a wolf, yet sport two rows of dagger-like toe claws, with the top row of three sticking out of the foot's cuneiforms. Even Al's tail is lined with these bony spikes, with the biggest being located near the tip.

In his Beorc form, Al stands at 6'2" (1.87 Meters) and weighs in at 163 lbs (73.9 kg), while often sporting a rugged coat, with a hoodie to hide his features, and worn-out pants that stop at his knees.

In his beastial form, Al is around three times as big as a wolf, standing at 7 feet (2.1 meters) tall and 55 feet (17 meters) long.

124 Years

Wolf (Cursed)

Laguz (Cursed Wolf)

Ibion

Since he was cursed into the wretched form he currently resides in, Al's mind has been tainted in a bad-tempered and grouchy persona. Since nearly everyone who approaches him is driven away by his looks, as well as being outcasted from his own tribe due to this, he had to get used to the fact that he'll most likely will never get accepted into a normal society. Thus he tends to bar himself from most social interactions, shooing away most who want to talk to him, and to any being he must force himself to talk to, it's often very brief and straight to the point before he takes his leave. This attitude is also present during times of conflict, where Al would often tend not to fight people and mind his own business, however it's simply to keep his true form hidden from the public. Because once he gets rilled up significantly, he becomes a ravaging ball of animalistic carnage and chaos.

He swears to find the person who cursed him into this monstrosity and either force him to restore his old body if possible, or if not, simply kill him in the most agonizing way imaginable.

Aljahim was born under the shining shores of Assegai, Ibion to a tribe of nomatic white wolves known as "The Fangs". The Fangs was a migratory tribe, usually residing in the mountains during the Summer, only to come down to the beach in the Winter, all in order to ensure that they have a constant supply of food that they can call upon at will. They are also a completely independent tribe, relying only amongst themselves for they very rarely visit or interact with the other tribes within the area, not even towards other wolf tribes, and due to the infamous nature of the Beorc's, the Fangs often kill any that step foot within their territory, regardless if they are hostile or not. It's all to ensure that they won't be captured and put into slavery.

Al was a noble wolf, one who was very well-liked and was a prime candidate to become the next Fang leader. He was strong, courageous, and very compassionate of his brethren. He'd often attempt to hunt the largest animals within the region by himself or with a few hand-selected elites and was praised for his high-risk work in sustaining the tribe. However, it didn't prepare him when he came face-to-face with HIM. Al encountered a lone man, his faced covered with a void-black hood with red stripes running down both the front and back, all held together by a thick yellow string. The man looked young, but his voice was ominous and brooding, as if the man was possessed. Through pure instincts, the wolf attacked him, yet was suddenly taken back as he was blasted with a thick purple fog. Just before he blacked out, he could only hear the chaotic laughter coming from the man, shortly after he said something under his breath.

Soon after, Al woke up to find himself completely mortified at to what had become of him. His lush white fur had fallen off his body, save for his hair, replaced with this rough red, wrinkly, skin. His entire features had also seemed to have mutated, sharp fangs, bony spikes jetting out of his arms, legs, and even his tail, as he was turned into what can only be called a monster. It seemed as if the hooded man had placed a curse on him. With his pride shattered, he dreaded what the tribe would think of him in his current state as he heads home, only to be met by his comrades who drove him away. Even as he tried to prove that he was really Al, they didn't trust him and thus they essentially "banished" him from the Fangs.

He was 43 years old when it happened.

Now forced to live a life of solitude, the cursed laguz was to forever wonder the world alone. However, Al also swore to find that same man who cursed him and either force him to change him back into his original self, or otherwise to just simply kill him. But until that day, the hellhound will have to deal with his current predicament and indeed he began to feel more comfortable in his current body. After all, it did have some perks that gave him a step up compared to most of his race... but all for the cost of being the first and perhaps the last of his kind.

- Voice Actor: Steve Blum
- Direction: Wolverine with some Zeb Orrelios involved.

- Aljahim ("Ale-sha-heem") means "Hell" in Arabic (edgy, I know).

- Al is known to be a fighter who is quick on his feet, yet hits extremely hard.

- Al can be deterred by most magics, however more so when in contact with thunder and holy magics.

Name: Davor Magdas Del’Treuse

Title: Baron Magdas, Sir Davor of Myre

Age: Twenty-Three

Class: Bow Knight (Bow) ⇨ Bow Paladin (Bow / Lance)

Race: Beorc

Birthplace: Myre, Cesadas

Appearance Description:

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With a lithe silhouette and a large, metal longbow at his side, not to mention him mounted on a muscular, black horse, Davor appears built for the back line of combat. Davor stands relatively tall, and always seems to be perfectly groomed, with a head of muted brown hair, a pair of dark blue eyes, and a smile on his clean-shaven, warm beige face. His well-kept armor and war gear feature prominent shades of blue, silver and black, with dark brown leathers, and slight hints of brass and gold.

Personality:

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Davor seems very calm, cheerful, and collected; not the life of the party, but like a wise friend. This seems to be a recurring theme in most of his roles he takes in the majority of things: a wise tactician, a tactical sharpshooter, a follower of orders, a head of the family wine trade. Because of this however, Davor tends to be rather aloof when faced with matters he fancies significantly less, making him rather niche, yet fantastic at the jobs he can do. One can expect him to give all his effort to his passions, but only just.

In terms of being around people, Davor is partially indifferent. He can tell when other people like or dislike him, and he acts accordingly. Because of this, he seems quite detached from most other folk. This renders him quite hard to befriend. Despite this, however, Davor will always strive for your best intentions, if it aligns with his own moral code. He finds enjoyment in the improvement of others, whether friend or simple acquaintance.

Biography:

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Davor was raised from childhood in the seat of nobility. Being in the trade capital of the entire world, Davor never knew of a time he wasn’t without money, or without some kind of benefit plan. It helped, too, that his family owned a winery business, quite famous around the cities, raking in countless millions in cash. In this overindulgent lifestyle, Davor grew up having just about everything he ever wanted: a top-notch education, a great deal of reputation among his peers, and any and every form of entertainment money could afford.

Davor discovered archery at the age of six. Since then, he was fascinated by the wonders of precise, perfect accuracy, and the dance between a man and his bow. His parents, with much reluctance, allowed him to learn the art one year later, starting from the ground up as a page for one Sir Ellowyn, a female knight with an expertise with the bow. With her teachings, Davor learned the importance of responsibility, duty, and the art of war.

Davor spent the next 14 years under the tutelage of Sir Ellowyn, learning all the ins and outs of archery, armor maintenance and the importance of battle tactics, a job Davor proved to be quite proficient in. Finally, at the age of 21, after all the effort put into being the man he was, he was finally knighted as Sir Davor of Myre… and was thrust directly into the fray.

For the next year and a half, Davor was juggling both his family business and being deployed constantly to defend Myre’s borders. This appeared to be where he was at his element, honing both his mind and body to be as tactical, accurate and efficient as possible. Davor indulged in the rush it gave him, and this perspective earned him a place as a tactician in the royal guard, a title he did not take lightly.

Lo and behold, the news of growing tension across the Thanatian Sea; pirates, just along the border of the landmass of Cesadas. Suddenly, a declaration of a pirate war, one to threaten Estala and the Archipelago, and soon enough, Cesadas as well. As the capital city, of course Myre would send their greatest guard to aid in the fray, solely for the purpose of self-defense. Davor’s own family would have personal squabble in this, too, as wartime greatly affects the status of the family business, a risk the family is not amicable to taking. All the reason for Davor, personally, to go. With a skip in his step and a longstriding smile, Davor sets off for Port Sylvanus, and eventually, the rest of the world.

Inventory:

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• Steel Longbow
• Vulnerary (3/3)

Other:

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• Heir to the Magdas family business, and the Magdas household.
• Excellent at household chores.

Father: Yakuso Nyrid - A self-taught fisherman by trade. He did not buy into Angelo's stories and musical lessons like Zachary did. Yakuso believes that those story are mere children's tales and that the only true meaning in life is the profit earned from hard work and labor.

Mother: Isabella Nyrid - A woman whom was taught the trades of fishing by her husband's family. As much as she tried to participate in raising Zachary, she reluctantly passed that responsibility onto Angelo whom was more available to watch her child. Isabella wishes that her work wasn't as demanding as it was.

Grandfather: Angelo Nyrid - Zachary's sole reason for his passion in music. Angelo is the father of Zachary’s mother. He was taught how to play by his own grandfather, and used the knowledge and talent he possessed to pass on the mantle to his own grandchild.