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Kraven Callahan



First Impressions

Kraven is a proud and loyal devotee to the Coalition and what it stands for. Even as a child, he longed for nothing more than to become a knight serving to fight for the betterment of mankind, or at least what is left of it. Now he is just that, traveling the massive caverns of the long ruined underground sowing the seeds of hope and rallying others to follow in the footsteps of his brethren. In spite of his keen senses and honed skills as a fighter and warrior, he can sometimes be a bit dense. He's spent most of his life 'on the road' learning through doing. He's spent most of that time alone, as a nomad training to hone himself into a weapon. He didn't have much time to learn subtle things like common social skills or etiquette. His methods are also unconventional and often times brash. However his tactical prowess in unmatched among his class.

Proactive Stats

Full Name/Titles - Captain 'Killer' Kraven Callahan 
Age - 35
Species - Proto-Human
Primary Role - The Ally
Secondary Role - TBA
Society Role - Captain of the hundred and thirty first Human Coalition scouting division
General Description - TBA 
Attribute - TBA 
Full Appearance


Abilities

Ability 1 - TBA
Ability 2 - TBA
Weapons

Weapon Ability 1 - TBA
Weapon Ability 2 - TBA

	Ahead laid the main palace courtyard, where Silus led his entourage. It was a majestic open area surrounded by black marble arches and towering alabaster walls adoring ornaments and statues in the likenesses of dragons and royal ancestors. Stone and tile decorated with colorful patterns and shapes covered the floors, punctuated by ornate wooden benches, small potted trees, and chiseled marble pedestals with various busts and statues sitting atop them. A scant tangle of leafy vines lined the outer edges of balconies that looked down over the courtyard, clearly grown there purposefully to add life to the area.

	At the center of the sizable courtyard was a large fountain surrounded by a small artificial pond. Small floating lily pads and lotuses drifted atop the pond, gently swirling around the statue of a dragon which sat at the heart of the fountain. A subtle ripple roiled across the water as a lite breeze carrying a dull chill brushed over the pond. Nobles and residents of the main palace were scattered about in sparse numbers, going about their morning routines. 
 
	Stepping through the massive arches into the pale morning light and approaching the balcony that looked out over the courtyard, Silus extended his arms and took in the fresh air before placing his hands on the carved stone railing. He didn't linger too long, only pausing for a moment as if to let the cool air and gentle glow of the bright and hazy sky sink in before continuing toward the wide steps that led down into the resplendent courtyard. His court of nobles and servants followed closely, the young and timid consort Rose being among them. "I do wish I could preserve mornings like this forever. Such a tragedy, how fleeting this beauty is. Don't you think?" Once again, Silus was met with a concession of agreement and approval. He responded in kind with a humble chuckle, descending down the stairs and letting the tips of his long obsidian colored nails drag across the coarse surface of the railing. 

	Sitting on one of the few benches that laid near the pond's edge with an oil-paper parcel propped over her shoulder was a fair looking, elegantly dressed maiden. Long locks of silky dark hair which blended from a deep violet at the roots to a hot red at the tips draped over her shoulders, gently flowing down her back, and in some parts curled around a set of void black horns which spiraled out of her scalp from just above the ears. A young butler knelt beside the woman, head bowed and presenting with one hand a lavish silver plated tray fixed with the trimmings of some kind of baked, glazed fowl as well as a half empty bottle of aged red wine sitting in a small pitcher of ice. 

"Would you like me to refresh your drink Mistress Lezabel?" asked the butler in a practiced and proper tone. A question answered by a casual turn and subtle grin. "Must you really ask? If I see the bottom of my cup, you aren't doing your job sweet boy." The woman's grin grew a bit wider. "Perhaps I should drink you up instead." The butler gulped, hesitantly reaching for the wine bottle for a refill. The moment passed as Lezabel presented her glass, turning her attention back to the fountain. "Oooh but I'll be in trouble if I keep burning through my humans like used tissues. I suppose you'll get a pass this time." Suddenly, the unmistakable image of Silus in one of his usual fanciful outfits drew Lezabel's gaze.

"Well well! Madam Lestrade! What a pleasureful sight on this fine morning!" Announced Silus, reaching the end of the steps as he took notice of the familiar face sitting by the fountain. "So you've decided to join us? Or have you simply come to see us adventurers off?" He postured dramatically as he approached, laying one hand against his forehead while the other was tossed to his side. "Just like on the stage, when the hero sets forth on their journey, and the damsel bestows upon them a kiss for good fortune!" Lezabel raised a hand to her mouth and let out a short cavalier giggle through a close lipped smile, her sudden movement nearly causing the butler to spill as he poured her drink, god forbid. "Oh my, quite the ostentatious spirit we have this morning." She paused, withdrawing her glass once it was filled. "I simply couldn't believe you got permission from the Queen for such a venture. I had to see it with my own eyes. Though I must admit, being as persistent as you, I shouldn't have had a doubt in my mind." Lezabel's head tilted as she raised a pondering finger to her chin. "Hmm...or am I confusing your determination for brattiness."

	Feigning offense, Silus gasped with both hands over his mouth. However his expression quickly returned to that of a subtle and playful excitement, only faking being taken aback. The pair of servants doting on Silus swiftly brought over a bench, setting it down conveniently behind the prince just as he was reclining to sit, having full expectation and confidence that they would do so in time to catch him. Nonchalantly situating himself on the seat, Silus looked over toward Rose, who stood out among the servants with her comely black dress and soft, fair features. The butlers promptly set a large satin throw pillow down on the floor next to the prince, just as he raised his hand to beckon to the young consort with a inviting grin. "Come Rose. Sit and rest your pretty little head. We'll be waiting here for the rest of our guests." Lezabel chimed in. "Don't you mean the escort the Queen assigned to you to keep her precious little boy out of trouble?" Silus sighed through a slight smirk. "Must you antagonize me so?"

	Warm amber light cut through the cramped murky confines of the shabby billiard hall as an intimidating yet elegant presence pushed through the doors leading from the bar and entered. She had a stern confidence about her and an expression that seemed to hide a spiteful glare behind her gentle features. The pair, somewhat taken aback, simultaneously glanced down at the stack of worn and slightly crumpled fliers, then up at the woman, then at each other, then back at the stack. "Well, there's your problem captain." scoffed Ryder, looking away impassively. "It seems most of the fliers are right here." Kraven's brow furrowed slightly, visibly trying to keep his jaw from falling off it's hinges. "I-...you-...are these-..." He dragged a hand down his face before standing up in a huff. He wasn't too happy his fliers he spent several nights plastering high and low were now sitting in front him. Quite a few of them at that. "Now you listen here lady! I don't know where you get off tearing down official coalition recru-" His irate expression faltering as he took a few moments to actually look at the woman's face.

	Both Kraven and Ryder weren't commoners to this city. They were travelers, and had only been here the last couple months, settling simply to prepare for this operation. In the short time they had been here, having made this tavern their temporary home, both had managed to explore they area in bits a pieces. With a city so massive and populated, getting ones bearings was a feat in and of itself. That said, Kraven took it upon himself to become familiar with a few key areas that the pair passed through. Places he revisited when posting his fliers. He stared for a moment before putting his thoughts together enough to start speaking again. "Hey....I've seen your face before...." Kraven leaned in, almost uncomfortably close making it clear his sense of social etiquette wasn't the greatest. Still, there was something about this woman that he couldn't put his finger on. His gaze seemed to pierce right through her. The fierce and fiery stare of a soldier hardened in battle, senses refined to pick up on subtle features of the world around him. "You...you're.....you're that one waitress!" Ryder sighed dejectedly. "...blacksmith-""Blacksmith!" Kraven paused, leaving back toward his impassioned companion. "Blacksmith?" he repeated under his breath with an unsure tone. All his hardened warrior experience doing him a lick of good. "Yes, the blacksmith. You're horrible with faces. I don't know why you try."

"Yes, the blacksmith!" Concluded Kraven, speaking over Ryder who was accustomed to being mostly unheard. "Wait a minute. You must then be from one of the forge districts." The irked expression that once drained from his grimace made its return. "Your 'residence' happens to be a magnet for those who would call themselves warriors. Surely the best of places to find a worthy lot." Ryder finally turned his attention back to the table, glancing at the sizable stack. "This is nearly half of all the fliers we had made by the scribes two towns back. Did you literally put them ev-""I literally put these everywhere! How did you even manage to get them all down?! Some of these were impossibly high!" Ryder's face rested in the palm of his hand now. "So much wrong..." Kraven snatched the tattered stack off the table as the woman lifted her hand. "Do you understand you are impeding official coalition business? There's not even any time to put these back up! And our numbers are lacking!"

	Kraven took in a deep breath, standing at attention with a fist in the air. "We, valiant few and far between, stand as the shining light in the darkness to guide the thralls of humanity into the world of the sun. We, courageous few, bold and bright, will bring forth the new age of freedom and the dawn of-""You've done it now...""-hope for humanity! No longer will we hide in the shadows of obscurity, crushed beneath the heel of-""He's to be at this for a while...""-dragons and tyrants alike! No longer shall we suffer the cold and bitter taste of defeat! We will rise from the ashes of our fallen ancestors and fight to-" Ryder finally stood, realizing his mug was far too empty to hear this speech for the umpteenth time. "Pardon me, but it seems another round of drinks are in order. I do apologize for the trouble you've incurred on behalf of our captain." Kraven was lost in his own words, reciting his oath as he had done many times before. Once he was started, the rest came flowing out as if read directly from the pages of some handbook. "Perhaps you'll join me." suggested Ryder, standing from his seat and moving toward the bar without waiting for much of an answer. Unlike his taller, louder companion, Ryder seemed more even tempered though a fair bit disinterested.

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