Post by Nealon on Sept 13, 2015 1:11:26 GMT -5
Name: Nealon
Species: Raven
Class: Raven -> Raptor
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 25
Appearance: Like most of his tribe, Nealon stands tall and skinny, a perfect frame for a lifetime flier. All ravens are particularly light, allowing them to fly in their bipedal forms, and Nealon is no exception. This trait is both a benefit and a curse, granting him great agility, but removing any chance of him besting anyone other than a child in a contest of raw physical force. It is no wonder, therefore, that the avians prefer hit and run tactics that utilize their superior mobility. His hair is jet black, and reaches most of the way down his back. His hair is never cut, a trait shared by his entire murder. For a raven, the length of their 'plumage' is a sign of the age and experience, meaning both males and females wear their hair long. Since it is such a source of pride among his people, he keeps his hair immaculate, usually spending a large deal of time cleaning and straightening it.
In avian form, he is as unremarkable as possible. Ravens are scavengers, often dining on carrion that other predators have killed. As such, they tend to be as inconspicuous as possible, and don't aim to draw unwanted attention to themselves. Like all beastmen, his animal form is significantly larger than a normal animal of that type, but a high enough elevation makes that difficult to tell for all but the sharpest of hunters.
Clothes: It is highly uncommon for ravens to wear anything beyond simple hunting attire, as such would impact their aerial maneuverability, their key trait for survival. To this end, Nealon dresses in mostly darker colors, though he tries to avoid black because he thinks it looks tacky. His hunting attire is mostly a very dark blue, providing a slight amount of contrast, but not standing out when they go to hunt by moonlight. Most ravens are not nighttime hunters, but Nealon has found that his particular prey is best assaulted at night.
Nealon carries two curved daggers as his human form weapons. Sheathed, they are totally silent, but when drawn they jingle and ring from many rings of metal that decorate the handles. They are poor weapons for one on one combat, but are excellent for quick and piercing slices, able to easily slice flesh with a simple flick of the wrist.
Born in: Calirce
Story:
High atop the snowy peeks of the Restall range, even above the clouds, Nealon's tribe, the Blackwings, made their home for generations. A roost of unusual size, there were over a hundred individual ravens living in the frigid crags of the mountain. The cold was never a concern for them, as they had long since learned to deal with it. They lived a life mostly of isolation. The young would leave the nests, explore the surrounding area to their hearts content, then return to the roost as they grew older and their fascination with the outside world waned. Such it had been for generations, the curiosity of youth sent them out, and the suspicion of age returned them home. Nealon was primed to be just another raven in the long line of this tradition when the world around them went into upheaval.
The ravens had always known to avoid the people of the valley, the land the 'Walkers' called Sparathens. These people were violent animals, and not worth considering. Still, they would not dare to climb the peaks to pick a fight with them, so Nealon and his people saw no need to interfere with their affairs. This continued until an ill fated attempt to rid the mountains of their rightful owners. Nealon was young when he saw the metal clad men attempting to scale the sides of the mountains, lance and bow in hand. He'd barely made it back to the roost without an arrow through his wing, but the insult would not be ignored. With the fervor of the wild, their hunters descended on the resting soldiers who were not at all used to fighting on a mountain. Some were cut open by the ravens weapons, but many more were dashed on the rocks below, felled by the raven's superior mobility. The younger generation was worked into a fury by this attack on their home, and wished to exact vengeance upon those who walked with such arrogance into lands which had never been theirs. Even though the elders disagreed, it was not their way to stop the youth from acting as they saw fit.
Raven culture centralized the belief that the young must be free to indulge their curiosity and vigor, so they would bring these experiences back to the roost in their later years to guide the next generation. And so Nealon took a pack of the finest, and most aggressive, hunters to form a group called simply the Blackwings, so Sparathens would know whom to blame for the blood that they would spill. Never again would they climb against his people. They were not very skilled with hunting humanoid foes, but they quickly learned. It became apparent very quickly that the enemy was far too numerous for them to possibly win by sheer assault. Instead Nealon took to identifying the humans of important, and removing them quickly and efficiently. Much like fighting a large foe, you didn't attack head on, you attacked the small, vulnerable points. These humans of power were the focus points of all the trouble, and they would be pecked out like a fresh eye.
Thankfully, their mobility and targeted strikes has kept his murder safe for now, but attention is starting to be paid to a flock of ravens that strike without warning, leaving a barely recognizable corpse in their wake.
Stats-
Strength: 4
Intellect: 1
Speed: 15
Defense: 4
Resistance: 6
Species: Raven
Class: Raven -> Raptor
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 25
Appearance: Like most of his tribe, Nealon stands tall and skinny, a perfect frame for a lifetime flier. All ravens are particularly light, allowing them to fly in their bipedal forms, and Nealon is no exception. This trait is both a benefit and a curse, granting him great agility, but removing any chance of him besting anyone other than a child in a contest of raw physical force. It is no wonder, therefore, that the avians prefer hit and run tactics that utilize their superior mobility. His hair is jet black, and reaches most of the way down his back. His hair is never cut, a trait shared by his entire murder. For a raven, the length of their 'plumage' is a sign of the age and experience, meaning both males and females wear their hair long. Since it is such a source of pride among his people, he keeps his hair immaculate, usually spending a large deal of time cleaning and straightening it.
In avian form, he is as unremarkable as possible. Ravens are scavengers, often dining on carrion that other predators have killed. As such, they tend to be as inconspicuous as possible, and don't aim to draw unwanted attention to themselves. Like all beastmen, his animal form is significantly larger than a normal animal of that type, but a high enough elevation makes that difficult to tell for all but the sharpest of hunters.
Clothes: It is highly uncommon for ravens to wear anything beyond simple hunting attire, as such would impact their aerial maneuverability, their key trait for survival. To this end, Nealon dresses in mostly darker colors, though he tries to avoid black because he thinks it looks tacky. His hunting attire is mostly a very dark blue, providing a slight amount of contrast, but not standing out when they go to hunt by moonlight. Most ravens are not nighttime hunters, but Nealon has found that his particular prey is best assaulted at night.
Nealon carries two curved daggers as his human form weapons. Sheathed, they are totally silent, but when drawn they jingle and ring from many rings of metal that decorate the handles. They are poor weapons for one on one combat, but are excellent for quick and piercing slices, able to easily slice flesh with a simple flick of the wrist.
Born in: Calirce
Story:
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
High atop the snowy peeks of the Restall range, even above the clouds, Nealon's tribe, the Blackwings, made their home for generations. A roost of unusual size, there were over a hundred individual ravens living in the frigid crags of the mountain. The cold was never a concern for them, as they had long since learned to deal with it. They lived a life mostly of isolation. The young would leave the nests, explore the surrounding area to their hearts content, then return to the roost as they grew older and their fascination with the outside world waned. Such it had been for generations, the curiosity of youth sent them out, and the suspicion of age returned them home. Nealon was primed to be just another raven in the long line of this tradition when the world around them went into upheaval.
The ravens had always known to avoid the people of the valley, the land the 'Walkers' called Sparathens. These people were violent animals, and not worth considering. Still, they would not dare to climb the peaks to pick a fight with them, so Nealon and his people saw no need to interfere with their affairs. This continued until an ill fated attempt to rid the mountains of their rightful owners. Nealon was young when he saw the metal clad men attempting to scale the sides of the mountains, lance and bow in hand. He'd barely made it back to the roost without an arrow through his wing, but the insult would not be ignored. With the fervor of the wild, their hunters descended on the resting soldiers who were not at all used to fighting on a mountain. Some were cut open by the ravens weapons, but many more were dashed on the rocks below, felled by the raven's superior mobility. The younger generation was worked into a fury by this attack on their home, and wished to exact vengeance upon those who walked with such arrogance into lands which had never been theirs. Even though the elders disagreed, it was not their way to stop the youth from acting as they saw fit.
Raven culture centralized the belief that the young must be free to indulge their curiosity and vigor, so they would bring these experiences back to the roost in their later years to guide the next generation. And so Nealon took a pack of the finest, and most aggressive, hunters to form a group called simply the Blackwings, so Sparathens would know whom to blame for the blood that they would spill. Never again would they climb against his people. They were not very skilled with hunting humanoid foes, but they quickly learned. It became apparent very quickly that the enemy was far too numerous for them to possibly win by sheer assault. Instead Nealon took to identifying the humans of important, and removing them quickly and efficiently. Much like fighting a large foe, you didn't attack head on, you attacked the small, vulnerable points. These humans of power were the focus points of all the trouble, and they would be pecked out like a fresh eye.
Thankfully, their mobility and targeted strikes has kept his murder safe for now, but attention is starting to be paid to a flock of ravens that strike without warning, leaving a barely recognizable corpse in their wake.
Stats-
Strength: 4
Intellect: 1
Speed: 15
Defense: 4
Resistance: 6