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Magnificent Bastards

WarCraft: War of the Ancients (March 2019)
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Draven Stagnum

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Character Summary

Name: Draven Stagnum
Aliases:Death's Raven
Age: 31
Race: Human
Place of Origin: Duskwood, Azeroth
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Warlock
Faction: Neutral

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Stats

Strength:11
Dexterity:15
Constitution:14
Intelligence:15
Wisdom:16
Charisma:14

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Physical Attributes

Height:6' (183cm)
Weight:185 lbs (84kg)
Build:Slender
Eyes:Hazel
Hair:Brown
Skin Tone:Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:One scar on the eyebrow
Day To Day Attire:Loose fitting clothes, usually black and silver
Strengths:

• Strong Willpower
• Willingness to learn
• Ambitious

Weaknesses:

• Obsessive
• Socially Awkward
• Quick to temper

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Psychological Attributes

Lone Wolf * Conniving * Tenacious * Fearless

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Relationship Status:Single
Personality: Draven can be a bit bipolar. He is either deliriously happy, laughing uncontrollably at any little thing, or he is driven by goals, onsetting his obsessive compulsion. Though he may at times seem a food, there is a lot going on behind the eyes that he doesn't always let people know until it's too late. He is loyal to his friends, but of them, he currently has none. He is also willing to help, but usually only does so if he's getting something out of it.
Habits:

• Fidgets
• Compulsive liar

Hobbies: Card games
Fears:

• Failure
• Death
• Crowds

Likes:

• Power
• Strategy
• Alcohol
• Smoke
• Magic
• Women

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Soldiers
• Arrogance
• Competition
• Being lied to
• Laziness
• Thoughtlessness

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Skills

• Memorization: Draven is very good at learning spells and committing them to memory
• Multilingual: Can speak Common, Fel, Elven and Troll, all of which are requires for his studies.
• Alchemy: Proficient at making potions
• First Aid: Able to dress wounds and craft medicines
• Horseback ridin:g Proficient as riding horses
• Stick Combat: Draven relies mostly on magic for offense and self defense, bit he is also adept at using his scepter as a physical weapon, as well as any other Bo-type weapons.

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Magic

Type of Magic:Shadow/Demonic
Magic Specialization: Fel
Magic Examples:

• Immolation: Sets an enemy on Fire
• Shadowbolt: A bolt of Shadow Magic
• Summon/Control Demon: Bring forth a demonic entity and control it
• Agony: Causes instant and lasting pain in an enemy
• Drain Life: Heal wounds and blemishes by taking the life force of an enemy
• Ritual of Summoning: Teleport people from one place to another

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person:

• An Assortment of Ingredients: Small vials of commonly used ingredients for spells and potions
• Soulstone: A relic used in only the more dire of circumstances
• A Tome of Spells: Written record of the spells Draven has come to learn over the years
• A Utility Satchel: Where incredients, containers, and other assorted items are carried.
• A Scepter: A physical focus point for Draven to channel is spells when the spells are particularly complex.
• Coin: Draven makes a moderate living selling his potions and services

Weapons:Sceptor An ornate staff that stands 5ft (152cm) tall with a head that detaches into a knife.

Armor:

• Coat: leather, padded at the shoulders
• Boots: Dark leather
• Tunic: Dark leather
• Undershirt: Red cloth, longsleeve
• Hood: Cloth, attached to the coat
• Gloves: Fingerless leather gloves

Animals:

• Imp: Though technically a demon, he goes by the name Zepar, usually cloaked so only Draven can see him.

Magical Items: Only 2 magical Items of some kind.

• Mark of the Kirin Tor A necklace that passively enhances Draven's intellect and evidence of his life before we turned toward the dark arts.
• Hearth Ring: A ring that will return Draven alone to his home when activated.

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• Item: Healing Potion
• Item: Mana Potion
• Item: Healthstone
• Item: Potion of Invisibility

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History

Childhood: Draven grew up in a moderate household, raised to tend farm and look after the animals. His father tought him how to hunt and how to mend the injured (though most of his practice was on unfortunate cows who got attacked by wild animals).

Adulthood: When Draven grew older, he found farm life utterly boring and decided to instead pursue the study of magic. He found that he was naturally quite good and made it through the ranks as a young mage quite rapidly, being one of a select few honored by the Korin Tor for his aptitude. That all changed and he became banished once he found some tomes containing spells of Shadow and Fel. Draven refused to give up the studies and, for it, he became an outcast.

Special Moments: Draven turned his back on his whole life, including his family, in the pursuit of power and magic. He often thinks back to it, curious if he will grow to regret his choice, but the lure of Fel power always brings him back.

Current Events: Draven makes ends meet doing odd jobs, but that's just to keep food on the table, so to speak. In his off time, he is often out and about, looking for tomes, artifacts, or potential mentors. Anything to advance his magical prowess.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane."
Theme Song: Sympathy For The Devil
Aura Color: Silver
Scent: Smokey

Magnificent Bastards

The Red Hoods: Initiates (January 2019)
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Finlay Dougal

Veteran Hood - Red

Accented Voice
Aggressive Attitude
Scars on Face and Arms
Expert Fighter
Enjoys a drink or two

NPC - Recurring Character

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Ryder Shaw

Sex: Male
Age: 30
Height: 6'1"
Species: Human
Volunteered or Sentenced: Volunteered, Red Hood
Extra: His body is covered with battle scars, a birthmark on his left shin that looks like a thumb-sized bruise that never heals. No tattoos. He is a fully commissioned Red Hood.

Magnificent Bastards

Alpha Prep: Werewolves of London (December 2018)
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Marrok Valentine

“We stopped checking for monsters under our bed when we realized they were inside us.” -Charles Darwin

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Character Summary

Full Birth-Given Name: Marrok Conor Valentine
Aliases: "Rok", "Rokky"
Birthday: March 17
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: San Antonio, Texas
Prior Rank: Subordinate
Languages: English and Spanish

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Physical Appearance

Height: Wolf, 5' / Human, 6'2"
Weight: Wolf, 420lbs / Human, 180lbs
Body Type: Athletic, Muscular
Eye Color: Honey
Hair Color: Dark brunette with blonde highlights
Skin Tone: Light tan
Body Alterations: Marrok has a 5-scythed scratch on his right shoulder, a gift from a rival werewolf.
Personal Style: Marrok is most comfortable in casual wear (jeans, t-shirts, sneakers etc.) preferring darker colored clothing. His hair is usually barely kempt, most often just brushed back.

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Psychology

| Loyal || Quick to Anger || Strong || Arrogant |

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Marrok initially comes off as a loner type, but that image of him will soon shed once he gets to know you. He is fiercely loyal to those who have been good to him and is a protector by nature. He's got a very driven personality in that, once given a task, he will stop at nothing until it is complete. He's not above using trickery or bending the truth to achieve his goals. He is highly competitive and stern in his decision making, valuing logic over emotion. He tends to be quick tempered and, passed a certain point, he's been known to go into a full fit of rage letting the beast within take over.
Habits: Smokes a cigar every once in a while as a means of relaxing, drinks alcohol when he can get it to help dull some of his more traumatic memories, tends to crack his knuckles often, gambles, and fidgets when he's excited
Hobbies: Reading, hunting, parkour, MMA training, meditation

Fears:

• Doctors
• Abandonment
• Failure

Likes:

• Competition
• Hunting
• Order
• Fighting
• Eating
• Camping

Dislikes:

• Disorganization
• Laziness
• Insubordination
• Freeloaders
• Thunderstorms
• Brown nosers

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General Information

Significant Other:
Marrok currently does not have any significant other, being far more preoccupied with getting himself trained to lead a pack of his own. He's not opposed to exploring a relationship with someone else, but it's definitely not his top priority.
Family Members:
Edward Valentine || Father || Alive || Beta
Catalina Valentine || Mother || Deceased || Subordinate

General Skills:

• MMA Training
• Hunting skills
• Cooking
• Wilderness Survival
• Parkour/Free Running

What Do You Have On You:

• Clothing - A black hoodie, white t-shirt, black jeans, dark sneakers
• Wallet - $40 cash, a debit card, two credit cards, Texas state driver's license, and a gym membership card
• Switchblade
• Lighter
• Two wrapped cigars
• Cellphone

Personal Belongings:

• Comb
• Toiletries
• Laptop Computer
• An assortment of clothes, including a pair of dark brown boots and a couple of baseball caps
• Speed bag
• Compact dumbbell set
• Headphones

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History

Insight on Life Back Home: Marrok was born to Edward and Catalina Valentine who assumed the roles of Beta and Omega, respectively, in their pack. While Edward was very much a stern second-in-command as he role demanded, Catalina was much more free spirited and nurturing when raising Marrok. Because of his association with his father, Marrok was always treated with inherited respect from his peers within the extended family. There was only one among them who dared sneer at the Valentines, a rogue amongst the pack who wanted Catalina for his own and resented not only losing at his shot but Marrok himself, the product of his failed attempt to court his love. This beast went by the name Ryker.

One night, when the last thread of his sanity finally snapped, Ryker decided to attack Marrok, successfully slashing his shoulder before his mother stepped in and took the larger wolf head-on by herself. In a blind rage, Ryker reacted as an emblazoned wolf would. When Edward came home that night, he found his son crying upon the body of his dead wife. Edward sought Ryker out and made sure that no one would recognize his remains once he was through with him.

Since then, the light in the family unit had grown dark. Both Valentine men blamed themselves for being unable to protect their matriarch. From that day forward, Marrok trained and trained hard with the help of his father to be a wolf that could protect the rest and take down whatever threat dared loom. It was no surprise to Edward that Marrok received an invitation for Alpha Prep, though he would certainly be disappointed if Marrok returned with anything but absolute victory over the challenge.

Why Do You Think the Council Chose You? "It's the obvious choice. I'm fast, I'm strong and I don't quit. I'm actually surprised it took them this long."

Thoughts on Possibly Becoming an Alpha? "Once I'm an Alpha, my pack will be indomitable. They will need to fear nothing. They'll be protected. They'll prosper. I'll make that happen."

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Red Right Hand
Aberrance: "Where there is a will, there is a way and I am second to none in terms of willpower."

Magnificent Bastards

Crime & Devilry (December 2018)
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Jason Locke

Small time thief with supernatural gifts

Magnificent Bastards

X-Men: The New Era (October 2018)
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Name: Drake Edwards
Nicknames/Aliases: "D"
X-Men Code Name: (Working on it)

Gender: Male
Age: 22
Physical Description:
6'1"
Fit frame with broad shoulders
Two different colors eyes - one blue and one red, a mutation called heterochromia
Dark hair, beard
Various tattoos on his arms and back.
Dresses fairly casually. Usually in blue jeans, a dark t-shirt, leather jacket, boots and often sunglasses to hide his eyes.

Mutations: His mutation is going to be in stages. Right now, he knows he can't be burnt by flame. Eventually he's going to realize he has Pyrokinesis. Finally, I want the stages of the mutation to end with him transforming into a demon-looking creature (triggered by anger or stress similar to The Hulk) that can command fire.

His powers are primarily fire-based. He cannot burn, he can control fire, and he can project fire. Once he achieves full mutation, his second form just adds a bit of strength and resilience at the cost of willpower.

Personality: Often sarcastic, analytical and initially more comfortable solo than in a group. It takes some effort to earn Drake's trust, but once you do, you've got a friend for life. Very loyal, willing to go to great lengths to keep his friends and family safe.

Background: Drake grew up in a normal environment. He was born to fairly normal parents in Texas and has a twin brother, Shawn, who still lives there. Shawn was definitely the favorite in the family and an overachiever to boot. His twin brother is on the fast track to achieving his dream of getting a PhD while Drake has always felt more comfortable with a wrench in his hand. While there was no real hard feelings between the brothers, Drake was tired of his parents' constant reminders of his brother's successes while Drake barely graduated high school and didn't even bother applying to colleges. To get out from under his brother's shadow, Drake moved out of Texas and tried to start over elsewhere, becoming a bit of a nomad in search of a purpose.

Recap of your mutations awakening: Drake is not aware of the full potential he possesses. One day while working as a mechanic at a small mom and pop shop, Drake received a new welding tank from the shop owners' vendor. A client had come in requested that a new muffler be welded onto his truck. Drake ignited the torch and suddenly the tank exploded. The shop went up in flames and engulfed Drake's body. Initially in shock and screaming out of instinct, it wasn't long before Drake realized he wasn't actually hurting. In disbelief and panic, he ran through the flames and out to the street, slapping at the scorched remains of his clothes to pat out the fire. Firefighters were soon on the scene and emergency medical personnel pulled Drake toward their ambulance and tried to screen him for injuries. To the shock of everyone, there were none. Other than Drake's clothes, he suffered no burns at all despite being in the heart of the explosion. It was obvious to him and his onlookers that something wasn't right. Drake was not normal. With a look of fear and shame, Drake shoved passed EMS and took off running down the street toward the parking lot where he left his motorcycle. It was time to fill a backpack with what little he owned and move again...

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Nocturnal Hulk, enforcer for a criminal organization. Super strong and durable. Questionable moral compass.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Draven Stagnum

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Location: Northrend

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"It's cold!" The voice was an affront to Draven's ear, unpleasantly shrill and raspy at the same time. Zepar, the imp, was not typically a quiet thing. Though Draven mostly hated him, he also cherished the company. If it weren't for Zepar, Draven would have no one to speak with at all. Once he turned to the dark arts, the world turned its back on him in kind. Now he lived mostly in seclusion as a hermit, selling potions and narcotics in order to afford the necessities to get by and to fund his studies.

"Amaaazing observation," Draven finally said. "I'm sooo glad you mentioned it." Each word was drawn out a little too long, emphasizing the high dose of sarcasm in his voice. He pulled a hood up from his form fitting coat and wrapped it around his head, trying to keep the chilled wind off of his face as best he could. You could hardly see him in his black and silver accented attire through the heavy snowfall. As for Zepar, you couldn't see him at all, regardless. The imp lived in a stealth shroud almost exclusively, living between phases of reality, hardly ever allowing himself to be seen by anyone other than Draven. The warlock often looked like an insane person, seemingly talking to himself quite often. The truth is, he wasn't talking to himself. However, the insanity part was up for debate.

"How long are we going to be here? Where is this thing? I don't see it! I wanna go home! It's cold!"

"Oh my Lords, you have got to shut your mouth before I just up and murder you!" The imp pounced up upon a nearby rock and perched, crossing its arms around itself in a huff, like a stubborn child that wasn't getting their way. Draven rolled his eyes and moved passed him. They had traveled quite far to get here and it took a great deal longer just to gather the resources to make the trek.

Back at the shores was a modest boat allegedly anchored with a small crew aboard that Draven had hired to ferry them over. They were reluctant to take the deal despite the fact that Draven was offering a very generous amount of compensation. He wasn't unaccustomed to the uneasiness of the people he dealt with. He was a warlock. Warlocks were generally considered scum, no matter what corner of the world you were on. It was a way of life he grew to accept. However, he also had grown to know that there is a little bit of sin in everyone and those sins can be exploited. All it took to assuage their apprehension was to offer up some shimmerweed, a tantalizing narcotic that brought about a sense of euphoria once imbibed.

A while back, Draven heard rumors of a town in Grizzly Hills whose inhabitants were falling victim to the Worgen curse. Many mystical adventurers sought to aid in the predicament while others chose to find the power causing the transformations, rumored to be a ritual of sorts, so that they could harness it for themselves. Draven found himself in the latter category. If he could master the ritual or at least find the tome in which it was written, he could command power that would change his body to be as strong as that of the great wolves. A handy thing in dire situations.

Grizzly Hills was quite a ways off from where they docked, though, and the captain and crew of the boat had no intention of following them into the chilly continent. Draven had asked them to at least wait for his return, but the way in which they agreed made him suspicious. Chances are, they would leave him as soon as he disappeared from sight.

"Hey, Dray! Do you-"

"I swear to the Fel, if you do not stop your persistent whining, I will set you ablaze right here and now and warm myself up with your flaming remains, you little-"

"Hey! That's not nice! I was going to say do you feel that?" Draven looked at the imp, still huddled on the rock, and furrowed his brow as if trying to understand. He closed his eyes and just reached out with his will, trying to tap any arcane influences. Then he did feel it, afterall. And, my word, was it strong. A smile crept over Draven's face, his eyes still shut, mentally caressing the power in the air.

"Oh, wow... What is it," he asked the imp, barely able to contain a joyous huff of laughter. "It's beautiful."

"Beats me, but I don't like it... We should leave. IT'S COLD!" Draven's eyelids parted and the warlock's pupils beamed like lasers into the infernal creature across the way.

"Look, Zepar. I wasn't leaving before, and I'm definitely not leaving now." The imp suddenly looked offended, or was it fear in his eyes? It didn't matter. Zepar tried to open his mouth to speak, but Draven would have no more of it. "There's power here, Zepar! We've got to find it!" The imp began to raise a hand as if to block an incoming strike, and started stuttering out a response. "No! No more complaining, no more whining! I'm doing this with or without you, but if you insist of accompanying me, you will do so silently!"

"Dray!" The imp finally managed to blurt it out, it's eyes as wide as they could possibly be as the demon looked at Draven. No... past Draven. "Behind you!" The warlock scoffed before turning and, immediately his face was the mirror image of Zepar's. With a healthy dose of shock, fear and excitement, Draven found himself beheld to a spiraling vortex of immense power. As the wind swirled and the snowflakes fell, Draven stood there, mouth agape, witnessing the vortex like a babe would look upon a candy store. He took a solid step forward, much to the imp's dismay.

"What the Fel are you doing?" Zepar called out. Draven just began to laugh, the volume of his chortling growing exponentially louder with each advancing step. "Dray, this is a bad idea. You don't know what's on the other side of that thing..." The slow and steady walk turned into a brisk jog as Draven began hurrying toward it. He outstretched his arms wide as if preparing to embrace the thing with a great big bear hug, all the while cackling out with a disturbing sense of glee.

Zepar slapped the palm of his hand against his face and dragged it down. He shook his head violently as he whispered to himself. "Nope. Nope nope nope. That guy's an idiot. Should have left him a long time ago. Nope. Capital 'N', Nope." He looked back up to see Draven nearly there, nearly at the breach and with one last squeal of glee, the warlock just hurled himself into the quantum rip. Zepar starred on, flabbergasted that the warlock actually did it. Just hurled himself into unknown peril, all the while giggling like a little girl. Zepar let out a long, drawn out sigh. "Motherfu- Alright, dammit. Hold on, Dray, you miserable idiot! I'm coming!" With that, the imp leapt off the rock and began bounding toward certain danger. With one final pounce, Zepar let out a maniacal "WEEEEEeeeeeee" as he let the vortex swallow him whole.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

Draven Stagnum

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Draven Stagnum

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Character Summary

Name: Draven Stagnum
Aliases:Death's Raven
Age: 31
Race: Human
Place of Origin: Duskwood, Azeroth
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Warlock
Faction: Neutral

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Stats

Strength:11
Dexterity:15
Constitution:14
Intelligence:15
Wisdom:16
Charisma:14

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Physical Attributes

Height:6' (183cm)
Weight:185 lbs (84kg)
Build:Slender
Eyes:Hazel
Hair:Brown
Skin Tone:Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:One scar on the eyebrow
Day To Day Attire:Loose fitting clothes, usually black and silver
Strengths:

• Strong Willpower
• Willingness to learn
• Ambitious

Weaknesses:

• Obsessive
• Socially Awkward
• Quick to temper

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Psychological Attributes

Lone Wolf * Conniving * Tenacious * Fearless

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Relationship Status:Single
Personality: Draven can be a bit bipolar. He is either deliriously happy, laughing uncontrollably at any little thing, or he is driven by goals, onsetting his obsessive compulsion. Though he may at times seem a food, there is a lot going on behind the eyes that he doesn't always let people know until it's too late. He is loyal to his friends, but of them, he currently has none. He is also willing to help, but usually only does so if he's getting something out of it.
Habits:

• Fidgets
• Compulsive liar

Hobbies: Card games
Fears:

• Failure
• Death
• Crowds

Likes:

• Power
• Strategy
• Alcohol
• Smoke
• Magic
• Women

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Soldiers
• Arrogance
• Competition
• Being lied to
• Laziness
• Thoughtlessness

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Skills

• Memorization: Draven is very good at learning spells and committing them to memory
• Multilingual: Can speak Common, Fel, Elven and Troll, all of which are requires for his studies.
• Alchemy: Proficient at making potions
• First Aid: Able to dress wounds and craft medicines
• Horseback ridin:g Proficient as riding horses
• Stick Combat: Draven relies mostly on magic for offense and self defense, bit he is also adept at using his scepter as a physical weapon, as well as any other Bo-type weapons.

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Magic

Type of Magic:Shadow/Demonic
Magic Specialization: Fel
Magic Examples:

• Immolation: Sets an enemy on Fire
• Shadowbolt: A bolt of Shadow Magic
• Summon/Control Demon: Bring forth a demonic entity and control it
• Agony: Causes instant and lasting pain in an enemy
• Drain Life: Heal wounds and blemishes by taking the life force of an enemy
• Ritual of Summoning: Teleport people from one place to another

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person:

• An Assortment of Ingredients: Small vials of commonly used ingredients for spells and potions
• Soulstone: A relic used in only the more dire of circumstances
• A Tome of Spells: Written record of the spells Draven has come to learn over the years
• A Utility Satchel: Where incredients, containers, and other assorted items are carried.
• A Scepter: A physical focus point for Draven to channel is spells when the spells are particularly complex.
• Coin: Draven makes a moderate living selling his potions and services

Weapons:Sceptor An ornate staff that stands 5ft (152cm) tall with a head that detaches into a knife.

Armor:

• Coat: leather, padded at the shoulders
• Boots: Dark leather
• Tunic: Dark leather
• Undershirt: Red cloth, longsleeve
• Hood: Cloth, attached to the coat
• Gloves: Fingerless leather gloves

Animals:

• Imp: Though technically a demon, he goes by the name Zepar, usually cloaked so only Draven can see him.

Magical Items: Only 2 magical Items of some kind.

• Mark of the Kirin Tor A necklace that passively enhances Draven's intellect and evidence of his life before we turned toward the dark arts.
• Hearth Ring: A ring that will return Draven alone to his home when activated.

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• Item: Healing Potion
• Item: Mana Potion
• Item: Healthstone
• Item: Potion of Invisibility

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History

Childhood: Draven grew up in a moderate household, raised to tend farm and look after the animals. His father tought him how to hunt and how to mend the injured (though most of his practice was on unfortunate cows who got attacked by wild animals).

Adulthood: When Draven grew older, he found farm life utterly boring and decided to instead pursue the study of magic. He found that he was naturally quite good and made it through the ranks as a young mage quite rapidly, being one of a select few honored by the Korin Tor for his aptitude. That all changed and he became banished once he found some tomes containing spells of Shadow and Fel. Draven refused to give up the studies and, for it, he became an outcast.

Special Moments: Draven turned his back on his whole life, including his family, in the pursuit of power and magic. He often thinks back to it, curious if he will grow to regret his choice, but the lure of Fel power always brings him back.

Current Events: Draven makes ends meet doing odd jobs, but that's just to keep food on the table, so to speak. In his off time, he is often out and about, looking for tomes, artifacts, or potential mentors. Anything to advance his magical prowess.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane."
Theme Song: Sympathy For The Devil
Aura Color: Silver
Scent: Smokey

The Red Hoods: Initiates

FINLAY DOUGAL :+: RED HOOD :+: INTERACTION: EVERYONE

As the newly appointed Yellow Hoods began trickling into the dining hall, they would find themselves surrounded by numerous Red Hoods who were already filling the massive room with their back and forth chatter. The tables were long and in rows of three, with bench seats lining each side of them except for one small section at the head of one of the tables which had chairs. Those chairs were curiously empty except for one...

"Dobbers! Here!" Finlay called out, waving them down as they entered the room. An unfamiliar look of satisfaction and even a smile seemed to be plaguing Finlay's face. As they took their seats, Finlay bobbed his head like a proud parent watching their children learn something new. Food had not been served yet and, while they waited, he wasted no time in filling their ears.

"I s'pose first thing's first, eh? Congratu-fookin-lations ya yella bastards, ya!" Finlay let out a hearty laugh as he slapped the table. "As far as I can recall, I believe this is the biggest group to ever make it out together. Good on ya!" He slapped his hand on the table in excitement while he beamed with pride.

"I imagine the next obvious question is 'Now what'." He cleared his throat as he sat up straighter in his chair, his business face suddenly taking over, his mouth shrinking to a thin straight line as his gaze bounced between each Hood's eyes. "Next is the ugly part. You are now authorized and obligated to face the malevolent creatures of the world that are too abominable for standard guards to take on. You will start your path to becoming the things monsters fear. The boogeyman's boogeyman."

"Many of our recruits come here to address a trauma or to train up enough to be able to enact vengeance. While I cannot officially endorse such motives, I can tell ya, ya came to the right place. If ya got some loose ends that need tying up or were inspired to put on the hood so you can take on a particular nasty that had some sort of impact on yer life, now's the time. But no one, no one goes it alone. Them's the rules. Of course, there are those who pay no mind to the rules," Finlay's thoughts immediately went to Ryder, "but breaking these rules will have consequences."

"So if you've got some matters to settle, let me know what they are and find some people to go with you to settle 'em. By that same token, the Hoods have matters to settle as well. Commander Rouge will be tasking us with certain missions that hears about and it is our duty to take care of it. If you don't hear about these missions from the Commander directly, you'll be hearin' about them from me. On Hood missions, not everyone has to go, but a Red Hood must be present at all times. No negotiating on that point."

"In fact, the Commander has already asked me to meet with her tomorrow morn for a briefin'. I'll let ya know what it's about once I do." Just as he said it, he began to see some of the Red Hoods coming out from the kitchen doorways with large plates adorned with food that they gathered on the great table at the head of the room. The feast was a grande one. Finlay felt himself salivating just a little as he watched the food pour in. "Uh... what was I... missions, groups, ah, hell - fook it. Anyway, if you've got a personal objective you want to take on, now might be a good time to recruit your partner or partners. In the meantime, I'll brief who's left tomorrow about what I find out. If ya have any questions, you know where to find me. It's self serve. Let's eat! Oh, and drinkers," Finlay's eyes fell on Vitius. "Yer gonna wanna take a trip to the kitchen. The Hoods make use of all of the kill, including the part you'll be interested in. Go get you a pint."

Finlay slapped the table again, his ear-to-ear grin having returned. "Fookin' Yellas. Look out, world!"

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Bloody Mary, sans Mary

The Red Hoods: Initiates

GM post is coming today (tomorrow at the very latest, but planning on today). It's going to assume that the yellow hoods have made their way to the dining hall. If you'd prefer that your character not be in attendance, please let me know. Point of the post will just be for narrative exposition and an in-character explanation for how missions work. Not mandatory.