Age: 880+
Species: Vampire Elder
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 156 lbs
Weapon(s): Raven has in his possession a legendary vampire sword by the name of Defiler. Also Raven has a sliver, jewel studded dagger.
Description: Raven walks around in a black cloak that has a silver trim arranged in strange markings around the edges. The markings supposedly hold a certain significance but that is only known to Raven. Around his neck dangles a talisman with his mark on it.
History/Background: Raven told his wife and son that he would need to go to town for a few days in order to run some errands. That night he left for town, he walked silently along a dirt path that seemed to be rarely travelled. He was glancing off to the sides of the path as he had always done while walking along it when suddenly he was knocked off the path and into a ditch. He stood slightly dazed and took a swing at his aggressor. Raven's punch missed and his arm was then grabbed and he was restrained. Raven was struck in the back of the head and he dropped to the ground, blacking out shortly after. He awoke several hours later with a sharp pain in his neck. Still laying on the ground he reached up and touched his neck only to find that he was bleeding from two holes. He stood up and surveyed the area. Raven saw a sword not more than a few feet from where he had laid not moments before, he picked it up and tied it around his waist. The rest of his journey seemed to happen rather quickly before he knew it he was at home, and he rushed to his bathroom to look in the mirror on the wound on his neck, however he had no reflection....he now understood, he was a vampire. He hurried downstairs and took his place at the dinner table, explaining all that had happened to his wife and son. She immediately backed away from him. Moments of silence came after that and she soon began to throw things at Raven, screaming for him to stay away, his son soon began to do the same. A short time had passed and Raven had been pretty roughed up at the point, he also seemed to be alone in the room. Suddenly a metal pike had pierced his right shoulder from behind. Moving slowly Raven reached with his left hand and pulled the pike the rest of the way through his shoulder, he then turned around and began swinging it violently at his attacker, to his dismay it had been his son. This feeling of horror soon turned to that of pure hatred and Raven raised the pike high, forcing it through his son's throat killing him quickly. It did not take him long to find his wife hiding in the closet of their upstairs bedroom. He pulled her out of the closer and threw her onto the bed, tying each of her limbs to the four bed posts. Raven pulled out his silver, jewel studded dagger and slit her wrists, ankles and throat in such a way that she would feel the pain and slowly bleed to death. He then walked calmly downstairs listening to his wife's screams. Now laughing in an almost maniacal manner he set his house ablaze and just walked away from it slowly. Within the next few days Raven had managed to track the man that did this to him. However the other was busy ruining another mans life. Raven’s creator had just killed the other man’s entire family….his wife who was in the upstairs window, and decapitated the man’s daughter. Raven could not believe what he saw. Even though Raven’s hatred for the human race ran pure, he approached the man whose family had been killed. He lay on the ground, with a wood axe in his back. Seeing however that the individual had been marked by the vampire, Raven picked him up, carried him to the top room where the man’s wife had been. Placing the man down gently Raven then went to look at the man’s dead wife….to his surprise…she was not dead at all….she to had been marked. The man on the floor began to stir and Raven saw this as his cue to leave, after all he did not want to be accused of a crime he did not commit. Raven left the house in haste and was not heard of for quite some time. Many years passed by and Raven went town to town feeding on and killing the innocent, he wiped out entire villages, growing stronger by the day as he passed through the ages, always having flashbacks of his past. Soon he began to build a race of vampires. In the beginning he made a few dozen which soon turned into the hundreds, although very few survived long. Raven then established a rather large home in which he allowed the first few he created to live. Time began to pass and Raven spent it in his home, watching and waiting, he was waiting for the man whose family he saw slaughtered that long time ago, he knew the man was alive and in search of answers….as far as Raven was concerned he had all the answers the man could ever ask for, and more. A few more years passed, Raven still had not seemed to have aged a day, now only leaving his home to feed (usually at night) and to build his strength. Raven was now at a time when sunlight no longer affected him as it once had….he also no longer needed blood to survive, however he still craved it, he wanted to kill those pathetic weak humans that had caused him so much grief and so many problems over the years. On day while Raven slept soundly in his chamber he awoke to rather loud voices, he rushed to the window and peered out. Raven was then struck with fear by what he saw. It was a rather large group of men; they had torches in one hand and weapons of all sorts in the other. Before he knew it, his house was on fire. All that lived within were then corned and killed….they had nowhere to run; they weren’t as strong as Raven which meant they could not go into sunlight. Raven found himself in a state of confusion unable to grasp what was happening. Once again humans had tried to kill him. There was a sudden banging at his chamber door. He picked up his silver, jewel studded dagger (the one he had used to kill his wife) off of his bedside table, along with it he picked up his sword and four circular blades. Raven made his way to the window once more and cast it open, as he did so his chamber door flung open, revealing two men and something else. Raven threw the blades at those standing in his doorway. The first of the men got a blade embedded deep into his skull and he dropped dead to the floor almost instantly, the second man had he throat slashed and he also dropped in a heap to the floor. The remaining two blades found home in the creature that stood in his doorway, it was a wolf-like creature. Raven approached it threateningly only to be lifted into the air by it. Silently and smoothly Raven slid his dagger out of it’s sheath.
“What are you?” Raven asked the beast while being choked by it.
“I am a Lycan.” Came the growled reply.
While still struggling Raven managed to ram the dagger into the creature’s chest, it fell to the ground roaring and squirming in pain. Once the lycan had stopped moving Raven reclaimed his dagger and once again made for the window, although this time, he made his escape. Raven jumped from the window landing in the bushes below, he stood quickly and ran deep into the city. As night fell, the mansion still burned and he still watched, it had burned all day and continued on through the night. Raven watched silently as it collapsed, his eyes filling with hatred once again. Nearby….in an alley Raven heard the voice of a human, he snuck up on the man, and drained him….he bled that human dry and it felt great. Suddenly some one called to him, and he let the limp dead body fall to the ground as he turned. It was the other, the man he had waited for those many years. They spoke for a few moments, exchanging names and such, before Raven heard another voice, he ran to the end of the alley and quickly dispatched of the human, then running back to Marcus. Shortly after, Raven and his newfound companion left for Marcus’ home, where Raven put passed the other, his plans for war. After some time had passed and the race had been built once more, they crossed paths with the third, a vampire named Adian. The war began no more than a week after the meeting of the three vampires. The war last many years but the details of the war are all but lost, known only to those that had survived. All that is known about it is that the vampires lost, being forced back time and time again by the human and lycan alliance. Raven was determined for victory and despite the better judgement of the other two Elders ordered the coven to make one last stand, if they could hold Bloodlight Ridge, they could perhaps turn the tide in the war, Raven (even knowing that the Alliance was far too strong, and highly outnumbered them) refused to retreat he forced them to keep fighting, in the end, all was lost, they lost the ridge and the race was decimated. The only survivors of the war were the three Elders Adian, Marcus and Raven and no more than one hundred others. Raven still blinded by his hatred, and unable to grip the losses they had encountered left once again to be on his own. The rest of the events in Raven’s past leading up to the meeting with the Elders once again in, Tyrsis are known only to Raven, and he does well at keeping them hidden.
