Corvus MacCallum
01-20-07, 04:30 AM
Name: Corvus (Destrata) MacCallum
Age: 21
Race: Highlander
Hair Color: Black with streaks of white in selective places.
Eye Color: Dark green
Height: 6'2
Weight: 180lbs
*Occupation: Vagabond
*Personality: Whimsical, easily angered and harbouring a deep craving for raw meat, with the blood pumping through his veins of a Highlander Corvus is constantly trying to remain carefree,lazy and wind-swept despite how much he loves the thrill of blood-shed,wether in a fight or just an injury it dosen`t matter so long as that thick scent fills his nostrils. When outside of conflict or able to satiate his wolven side Corvus gets on much like a loyal mongrel, taking things in his stride and letting all those little miniscule things slip easily as he expands his knowledge. Often caught seeking the attention of ladies and making use of tricks he learned whilst growing up or garnered from travellers passing through his old to get some very appreciate smiles and doe-eyed looks from his preferred company.
When the smell of blood or the grip of his instincts take firm grasp of his mind he can be truly terrifying, while not uncontrolled his anger loses any barrier keeping it back and instead he will gladly seek out violent solutions to any issue presenting themselves..even if he has to make an issue first.
Appearance: First impressions are of a rather scrawny looking mixture of flesh and hair, starting at the top upon his head is a massive,spikey mane of black hair forced into spikes naturally and most of the more prominent spikes receiving a white streak along their body,several of them drooping into the path of his vision, this immensely wild mane reaching halfway down his back but all of it is kept behind him. Attached to that is his face, still fresh and handsome but certain features just ring of a slight, inhumanity, his mouth mainly, the teeth of a wolf residing in there instead of the usual ensemble most human folks posess, designed perfectly for tearing and chewing of meat and bone but not so good for a nibbling on the veggies.
While his general frame seems scrawny at worst or lanky at best it becomes obvious when unclothed that it just isn`t so, every part of his body toned and at the peak of its fitness, which makes perfect sense considering his choice of weapon and general movement, while his proportions are all the same his joints around the legs are a tad different, much heavier in toughness than the average human allowing him a speedy pace on all fours. The hair that covers his head is also featured on his fore-arms,hands,shins and feet with quite a sizable coating of fur,instead of simple blunt fingernails solid black claws protrude from his fingers an aid to the hunt really.
His final unusual mark extends below the base of his spine,a long,thickly furred and,reasonably scruffy looking wolfs tail,solid black but for the tip which is a rather stark white to match the streaks running through his hair,a helpful aid to his balance but not good for much else,lacking any form of dexterity or manipulation with it.
The clothing he chooses to cover his hide usually reside in the realm of baggy t-shirts of any colour,sleeves ending around elbow level, his forearms and their wolfish tendencies hidden by leather wrappings which are locked down by an iron buckler on his right arm and a simple slim gauntlet over the other though it offered little in the way of protection. On the lower half he wears a simple pair of brown pants normally of a simple rough material, easily restitched and repaired, but his feet aren`t so easily concealed and is usually stuck to wearing sandals if anything.
History: The Highlander race was one of the stranger prospects that were part and parcel of being a villager in Danube in the southern forests of Salvar. At their discovery they were little more than bipedal wolves, but with enough intelligence to pose a serious threat to the settlers, generation after generation were tasked with defending the fledgingly village from the adaptive creatures along with struggle to feed the people when hunting in Highlander territory, this menace brought in quite an influx of hopeful Slayers and other assorted hired swords looking to make a good profit from a town under constant attack,one such mercenary was Sasha MacCallum a far back ancestor to the present bearer of that surname,Corvus.
She took charge as the most experianced of the cheap-rate mercs and led purge after purge into Highlander territory but when faced with a nomadic foe while she may have felled several in each hunt there was no drastic result she could glean from such ventures. On the final hunt she was capable of leading Sasha was attacked by the Highlander alpha that can to be known as Destra, seperated from her group and at the mercy of the creature Sasha made the rather disturbing discovery that while certainly not fully human, enough remained within the Highlander blood-stream to cause cross-breeding. While Destra had raped the huntress he allowed her safe passage back to her village, he had broken their leader and thats all he cared for.
Despite the trauma of her experiance she kept the child and the MacCallum name led to a long line of tailed,partially Highlander children but only the first,a male named Destrata was to see the inside of the village for a very long time, when born the child was taken from the still mentally injured mother and dumped in the wilds, through loyalty to their kind and little else the child was taken in by one of the smaller packs picking at the farms and live-stock at Danube. Destrata grew and developed into something very close to a highlander, those powerful wolf-folk but didn`t take on the all covering hair, the coming generations saw more Highlander blood flowing through the family tree with a dilution of the single human origin. It was far too many generations later that the two races finally had no choice but to reconcile, there just wasn`t enough resources for each side individual,they would need to co-operate or face mutual destruction.
Able to return to their point of origin the half-breeds,quarter breeds and assorted other MacCallums claimed their surname and heritage becoming proficient hunters and warriors for their homeland.Most pure Highlanders remaining aloof from the society but very willing to teach the new generation of mixed bloods their ways.
Moving further in time and the village of Danube became almost exclusively mongrel with very few pure-bloods on either side of the coin and it was into this pack community that Corvus was born,the last of the titled MacCallums, the others either foregoing that name of not producing any off-spring to continue the legacy,he was exceptional as Highlanders go, his natural wolfen senses keener than even the Alpha males of the wilds, his endurance and ability to keep on pushing no matter the odds gained him much acclaim from both his people and the travellers that came to exchange their tales of adventure for anything they could get their mitts on.
By his sixteenth birthday Corvus had shown the makings of being the best in his village but he didn`t want their promises of glory or whispers of splendor, he wanted to venture into the wide world those travellers spoke of and show using his own grit and gumption that he could rise above any challenge laid before, take down any prey and carve out his own legacy away from the village.
Over the following years he dabbled in anything he could get his claws into, near the end of his sixteenth year the Highlander came across someone with whom he had an instant connection with, the Aldrian Sokket. Same sort of age the two got on well enough and travelled together, taking on many obb-jobs and requests sticking to the combative side mostly as Monster slayers, being adept at the tracking and with their team-work capable of bringing down some of the larger brutes this just seemed natural. At nineteen the two took part in a large-scale extermination of a Blazen dragon, several groups of Slammers, arrowers, mages, spearmen and hunters were sent in to destroy this menace to life. It had many more centuries experiance than they could ever hope for and the two were finally split as it rampaged against the group. Dazed and injured Corvus beleived himself to be the sole survivor of the Dragons ambush and quickly clambered to his leaders sword and slew the monster by impaling its heart with the iron blade, the same blade he carries now. To the present day he continues his wandering never afraid to stray too far or go past the point of no-return and seeking some form of excitement to stamp his paw on and declare that 'he was there'
Skills:
Endurance - With his unusual and highly endurative species Corvus is able to make rapid use of his slammer sword,swinging it for longer than most other warriors.
Natural Hunter - A born hunter, able to memorize most scents but requires more than just a faint hint to get specific when it comes to people, with his over-active adrenaline glands is able to keep his muscles pumping fast enough to excel and match most of his prey targets along with heightened hearing,despite having a body built mostly for land he is fully capable of hunting in any enviroment along with surviving though certainly not in the fullest of health.
Equipment:
Slammer - An iron Slammer sword,a weapon around five foot or more in length and designed for the hunting and slaying of large beasts,usually frowned upon or just simply laughed at when used in one on one combat,a plain design with double sided blade.
Enchanted Glove (unenchanted)- A fingerless glove with a gemstone embedded in the palm,designed in the past to be capable of receiving limited magical enchantment and turning the attacks of it into elemental assaults but currently has no charge. One half of a pair, the other given to his friend Sokket after garnering them from a very old alchemist who had no use for something he couldn't embue himself.
Among that,basic survival supplies,ropes,flint and other assorted fire-starting elements,small pick-axe and a rather ragged fishing rod. Has a bag full of various trophies mostly in the form of fangs from his conquests as a monster hunter or just when he was hungry.
Age: 21
Race: Highlander
Hair Color: Black with streaks of white in selective places.
Eye Color: Dark green
Height: 6'2
Weight: 180lbs
*Occupation: Vagabond
*Personality: Whimsical, easily angered and harbouring a deep craving for raw meat, with the blood pumping through his veins of a Highlander Corvus is constantly trying to remain carefree,lazy and wind-swept despite how much he loves the thrill of blood-shed,wether in a fight or just an injury it dosen`t matter so long as that thick scent fills his nostrils. When outside of conflict or able to satiate his wolven side Corvus gets on much like a loyal mongrel, taking things in his stride and letting all those little miniscule things slip easily as he expands his knowledge. Often caught seeking the attention of ladies and making use of tricks he learned whilst growing up or garnered from travellers passing through his old to get some very appreciate smiles and doe-eyed looks from his preferred company.
When the smell of blood or the grip of his instincts take firm grasp of his mind he can be truly terrifying, while not uncontrolled his anger loses any barrier keeping it back and instead he will gladly seek out violent solutions to any issue presenting themselves..even if he has to make an issue first.
Appearance: First impressions are of a rather scrawny looking mixture of flesh and hair, starting at the top upon his head is a massive,spikey mane of black hair forced into spikes naturally and most of the more prominent spikes receiving a white streak along their body,several of them drooping into the path of his vision, this immensely wild mane reaching halfway down his back but all of it is kept behind him. Attached to that is his face, still fresh and handsome but certain features just ring of a slight, inhumanity, his mouth mainly, the teeth of a wolf residing in there instead of the usual ensemble most human folks posess, designed perfectly for tearing and chewing of meat and bone but not so good for a nibbling on the veggies.
While his general frame seems scrawny at worst or lanky at best it becomes obvious when unclothed that it just isn`t so, every part of his body toned and at the peak of its fitness, which makes perfect sense considering his choice of weapon and general movement, while his proportions are all the same his joints around the legs are a tad different, much heavier in toughness than the average human allowing him a speedy pace on all fours. The hair that covers his head is also featured on his fore-arms,hands,shins and feet with quite a sizable coating of fur,instead of simple blunt fingernails solid black claws protrude from his fingers an aid to the hunt really.
His final unusual mark extends below the base of his spine,a long,thickly furred and,reasonably scruffy looking wolfs tail,solid black but for the tip which is a rather stark white to match the streaks running through his hair,a helpful aid to his balance but not good for much else,lacking any form of dexterity or manipulation with it.
The clothing he chooses to cover his hide usually reside in the realm of baggy t-shirts of any colour,sleeves ending around elbow level, his forearms and their wolfish tendencies hidden by leather wrappings which are locked down by an iron buckler on his right arm and a simple slim gauntlet over the other though it offered little in the way of protection. On the lower half he wears a simple pair of brown pants normally of a simple rough material, easily restitched and repaired, but his feet aren`t so easily concealed and is usually stuck to wearing sandals if anything.
History: The Highlander race was one of the stranger prospects that were part and parcel of being a villager in Danube in the southern forests of Salvar. At their discovery they were little more than bipedal wolves, but with enough intelligence to pose a serious threat to the settlers, generation after generation were tasked with defending the fledgingly village from the adaptive creatures along with struggle to feed the people when hunting in Highlander territory, this menace brought in quite an influx of hopeful Slayers and other assorted hired swords looking to make a good profit from a town under constant attack,one such mercenary was Sasha MacCallum a far back ancestor to the present bearer of that surname,Corvus.
She took charge as the most experianced of the cheap-rate mercs and led purge after purge into Highlander territory but when faced with a nomadic foe while she may have felled several in each hunt there was no drastic result she could glean from such ventures. On the final hunt she was capable of leading Sasha was attacked by the Highlander alpha that can to be known as Destra, seperated from her group and at the mercy of the creature Sasha made the rather disturbing discovery that while certainly not fully human, enough remained within the Highlander blood-stream to cause cross-breeding. While Destra had raped the huntress he allowed her safe passage back to her village, he had broken their leader and thats all he cared for.
Despite the trauma of her experiance she kept the child and the MacCallum name led to a long line of tailed,partially Highlander children but only the first,a male named Destrata was to see the inside of the village for a very long time, when born the child was taken from the still mentally injured mother and dumped in the wilds, through loyalty to their kind and little else the child was taken in by one of the smaller packs picking at the farms and live-stock at Danube. Destrata grew and developed into something very close to a highlander, those powerful wolf-folk but didn`t take on the all covering hair, the coming generations saw more Highlander blood flowing through the family tree with a dilution of the single human origin. It was far too many generations later that the two races finally had no choice but to reconcile, there just wasn`t enough resources for each side individual,they would need to co-operate or face mutual destruction.
Able to return to their point of origin the half-breeds,quarter breeds and assorted other MacCallums claimed their surname and heritage becoming proficient hunters and warriors for their homeland.Most pure Highlanders remaining aloof from the society but very willing to teach the new generation of mixed bloods their ways.
Moving further in time and the village of Danube became almost exclusively mongrel with very few pure-bloods on either side of the coin and it was into this pack community that Corvus was born,the last of the titled MacCallums, the others either foregoing that name of not producing any off-spring to continue the legacy,he was exceptional as Highlanders go, his natural wolfen senses keener than even the Alpha males of the wilds, his endurance and ability to keep on pushing no matter the odds gained him much acclaim from both his people and the travellers that came to exchange their tales of adventure for anything they could get their mitts on.
By his sixteenth birthday Corvus had shown the makings of being the best in his village but he didn`t want their promises of glory or whispers of splendor, he wanted to venture into the wide world those travellers spoke of and show using his own grit and gumption that he could rise above any challenge laid before, take down any prey and carve out his own legacy away from the village.
Over the following years he dabbled in anything he could get his claws into, near the end of his sixteenth year the Highlander came across someone with whom he had an instant connection with, the Aldrian Sokket. Same sort of age the two got on well enough and travelled together, taking on many obb-jobs and requests sticking to the combative side mostly as Monster slayers, being adept at the tracking and with their team-work capable of bringing down some of the larger brutes this just seemed natural. At nineteen the two took part in a large-scale extermination of a Blazen dragon, several groups of Slammers, arrowers, mages, spearmen and hunters were sent in to destroy this menace to life. It had many more centuries experiance than they could ever hope for and the two were finally split as it rampaged against the group. Dazed and injured Corvus beleived himself to be the sole survivor of the Dragons ambush and quickly clambered to his leaders sword and slew the monster by impaling its heart with the iron blade, the same blade he carries now. To the present day he continues his wandering never afraid to stray too far or go past the point of no-return and seeking some form of excitement to stamp his paw on and declare that 'he was there'
Skills:
Endurance - With his unusual and highly endurative species Corvus is able to make rapid use of his slammer sword,swinging it for longer than most other warriors.
Natural Hunter - A born hunter, able to memorize most scents but requires more than just a faint hint to get specific when it comes to people, with his over-active adrenaline glands is able to keep his muscles pumping fast enough to excel and match most of his prey targets along with heightened hearing,despite having a body built mostly for land he is fully capable of hunting in any enviroment along with surviving though certainly not in the fullest of health.
Equipment:
Slammer - An iron Slammer sword,a weapon around five foot or more in length and designed for the hunting and slaying of large beasts,usually frowned upon or just simply laughed at when used in one on one combat,a plain design with double sided blade.
Enchanted Glove (unenchanted)- A fingerless glove with a gemstone embedded in the palm,designed in the past to be capable of receiving limited magical enchantment and turning the attacks of it into elemental assaults but currently has no charge. One half of a pair, the other given to his friend Sokket after garnering them from a very old alchemist who had no use for something he couldn't embue himself.
Among that,basic survival supplies,ropes,flint and other assorted fire-starting elements,small pick-axe and a rather ragged fishing rod. Has a bag full of various trophies mostly in the form of fangs from his conquests as a monster hunter or just when he was hungry.