Name: Rivia Silvermane

Nicknames: Pup, Crimson Fang, Rivi

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Level: 7

Class: Ranger

Specializations: Hunting/Tracking, Ambushes, Close Quarter/Unarmed Combat, Scouting

Magic Affinity: Dark and Earth

Appearance:



Biography:
Rivia's childhood was far from conventional. Born into a nomadic tribe of wolf demi-humans, she was taught how to hunt, forage, kill, and the like from a young age; whether with weapons, traps, or bare hands. Typically a lone huntsman from the tribe wouldn't go after anything larger than a boar by themselves, though her father had famously beaten a bear by himself-and with that he had become the Alpha of the tribe over his older brother, becoming the most respected individual amongst them all and she was no exception, always wanting to emulate her father whenever she could and grow up to be just like him. Though she would always get in trouble with her father for roughhousing with the other children a little too much, often leaving them with bloodied noses and the like. He always had a rough time reigning in the free-spirit girl, raising her by himself after her mother passed away when she was only a couple of years old.

Being the daughter of the alpha meant there was a lot of pressure on her basically from the day she learned how to hunt, though a lot of it was self-inflicted. She had to track better than anyone else, she had to bring in more kills than the other hunters, she had to. It was a matter of pride, an unhealthy competitive streak that got her into many a fight with her peers. She seemed possessed with this obsession of being the best; after all, as the next alpha, anything less was weakness! A sign of unworthiness for the role. Due to this mindset of wanting to constantly challenge and improve herself, she would disappear for weeks at a time at times, only to return or be found after her father would form a search party covered in blood from head to toe and various scratches and cuts. She would spend these weeks just hunting and fighting the wildlife, learning their habits, how they moved and even copying some of them into her own fighting style. She got to the point where the feral, animalistic style of how she would spar with her peers was even alarming to the tribe; they were far from civilised, primitive and well drilled in the ways of old, but she seemed to take it to another level-she was a wild animal when she fought.

She even picked up some animalistic habits. Growling when threatened, angry or afraid. Whimpering when in pain. Nuzzling, or even purring, when happy. She would eventually go on to be confronted by her father about her behaviour which would tone it down a little, but she still lacked a lot of restraint when in fights or spars, getting to the point where only her father would be her partner. After much consideration, it was decided he would send her away to another tribe for a while-try and get her away from her father's shadow and influence. The new environment would do her wonders! Or so the theory went.

They never got a chance to test it.

The day before she was meant to embark, she went on one last hunt with her father. Unbeknownst to them, this was the day the waves had started. Caught in the middle of the event and nowhere to go, they had little choice but to fight-or rather, that's how Rivia felt as she charged at the monsters involved despite her father's warnings. After all, if they didn't deal with them here, it put the rest of the tribe in danger! The result was inevitable, she barely scratched them before a single blow just about brought her to her knees. Her father ended up saving her from the killing blow, the last thing she saw before she blacked out was her fathers back to her as he fought against the monsters.

When she awoke, it was all over. She doesn't like to speak of the scenes she found, but the monsters were gone. Her father was dead, atop her having used the last of his strength to shield her. She would say she didn't cry, but that would be a lie. She cried for hours before finally piecing herself together enough to take him back to the tribe, not before reclaiming his weapon; a family heirloom, the symbol of the alpha. The Silvermane blade.

Upon her return, she was distraught to find out that they weren't the only ones caught up in the waves. The entire encampment had been laid to waste. All the children she had grown up with, the elder hunters she had learned from, her teachers that had scolded her. They were all dead. Everyone was dead. She would spend a few days, wallowing in grief and unsure about what to do. She did at least have the sense about her to give them burials. Once she was done with that, and the shock and grief began to leave her system, she was left with a wave of bitter anger and guilt. Everyone had died because she wasn't strong enough, at least that was her belief anyway.

So as her father had wanted, she left. Not to go the other tribe, no she left on a journey to strengthen herself. And to hunt down the waves and get whatever meagre vengeance she could, living off whatever she could forage or hunt. The clothes she wears she found in a chest back at the encampment; souvenirs of her mothers.

Sometime during this journey, she heard the rumours of the summoned heroes. Childhood memories of stories passed down through the tribe told of similar heroes, and it would seem that their goals aligned. Fighting back the waves was close enough to her desire to wipe out the monsters associated with it at least. So she has gone to seek the heroes, eager to test or see their abilities in action before deciding to ask to assist them. It wouldn't do if the rumours were exaggerated and they were really just a bunch of weaklings after all.

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Preferred Weapon(s): Daggers/Throwing Knives, her own hands

The appearance of Weapon: The Silvermane Blade


Abilities of Weapon: Duplication
As the name suggests, the dagger/knife has the ability to duplicate itself, allowing her to throw them without fear of running out
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Inventory:
-The Silvermane Blade
-Travelling Clothes
-A backpack
-Rope and other various things to build basic traps

Money: stuff allGold: 0
Silver: 0
Copper: 0