Dreegan Vielle

[Dreegan Vielle]

Dreegan Vielle Race: Symenestra Gender: Male Weight: 140lbs Height: 5.9ft Birth: Winter 57 486AV Age: 24 Appearance: No different to the rest of his ilk, Dreegan's pale skin and lanky arms seperate him from human men as a Symenestra, and provide him with the extra agility to survive against the lands most fearsome of beasts. His combination of natural grace and his learnings from the rhythm of a Black Widow Spider present him with elegant hunting and fighting styles, which are almost as intriguing as the young Symenestra himself. Dreegan's general appearance is fairly pleasing to the eyes, and he is often caught showing off his chest, to attract female company. As quite a rarity in his race, Dreegan holds a strong physique, but hidden beneath his muscularity is a skeleton just as fragile and easily broken as the rest of his kind and whilst his strength provides him with more protection from wounds, it is also a weight that deters his speed, even when running on all fours. Elongating from his unnaturally long fingers and toes are long, dark nails, hardened and sharpened, and as black as the midnight sun. These nails are often, and correctly done-so, referred to as claws, capable of tearing through wild boar hide without difficulty. Upon normal circumstances, his toe-nails would be cut down, to provide the ability to wear shoes, but Dreegan has grown accustomed to walking bare foot, and therefore lets his toe nails reach out as they desire. A matching colour to his nails, Dreegan's hair is pure black, wild and uncombed, blood from his enemies often seeping through it's strands when in the wild. Though often hidden through the veil of hair, his entrancing red eyes have a vicious, yet graceful, sheen to them, holding so much sights of bloodshed within their past. Below his raised cheek bones, and inside his jaw, inhumanely sharp canines wait for their prey, storing venom until it's needed. Born from a family of fine tailors and artists, Dreegan tends to wear self-tailored, fine robes and suits, especially in front of a female Symenestra. When exploring, or fighting, however, Dreegan would never be seen wearing such an immaculate robe, as a risk to damaging it. Instead, leather trousers and a loose chainmail shirt cover him. Personality: An elegantly trained killer, Dreegan likes to think of his hunting kills as artwork, guided by the grace of his movements, and blessed by the blood of his opponent. Though he has been trained in the use of a bow, he prefers to kill with a long-sword, however he uses his claw-like nails when absoloutley necessary. As the first born son in his web-line, Dreegan was raised for the Harvest, and therefore isn't afraid of doing whatever is needed for the good of his race. Dreegan holds a great deal of respect for his opponents and hunt, and only kills if he has an eligable reason. It can't be denied, however, that since he was born, Dreegan has enjoyed claiming a kill as much as he enjoys fine tailoring or a devious novel. As is the way with most Symenestra, though it may sometimes seem overruled by his kills, Dreegan enjoys a spot of privacy, and a shade of singularity - enjoying nothing but his own company in the depths of a cave, to admire quality artwork, and develop his skills of sewing, birthing new robes for him to wear. Another great joy he's found in these quiet times, is the study of spiders, and other delicate killers, studying their movements and techniques with catching their prey, and then developing such techniques into a hunting style of his own. Cultural knowledge and religion are other important parts of Dreegan's lifestyle, and on frequent occasions, he likes to travel to cities and villages, learning their languages and studying their religion, feeling the links it shares with his own. A common trait he shares with the rest of his race is that he are unfailingly literate, and a poorly written or read paragraph is one of the few things that agitate him. Due to his faith, Dreegan's bloodlines and his web are incredibly important to him, and an insult to his web is often the cause of death for some people. Likes: The art of the hunt, and developing the respectful and serene form in which he claims the life of his prey. He also enjoys a masterpiece of artwork, and well made robes. Dislikes: Insults to his web, and the disturbance of his privacy. He also can't stand illiterate writings or inaccurate speech. History: Dreegan's history may contain Journal entries, brief details, or segments of his memories themselves. Only the key events are listed from his troublingly unfortunate past. Such events are frequently visited by Dreegan in dreams and in flash backs, and in the eye of his imagination. Winter 57 486AV - The Birth of Dreegan, and the death of his twin sister; Seraphen. After many hours of nightmarish agony, a blood-covered Dreegan Ville - though his name at the time was Valdinor - was cut from his mothers stomach, and taken from her womb, shortly followed by his twin sister; Seraphen Ville. Luckily, Dreegan's mother survived this process, and Dreegan was born healthily, his sister, however, was born to die. Being born minutes before his twin, Dreegan became the first child of the Ville web. Howeverm before the Symenestra children were cut from the stomach, Dreegan had released a dosage of poison from his canines, much more deadly than a fully-grown Symenestra venom, which would have killed his mother from the inside, had his sister not been in the way, and taken the poison into her protruding veins. Exactly seven minutes after Seraphen's birth, the poison seeped through her veins, and consumed her life. Understanding this as a natural process, or the will of Viratas, Dreegan's parents took the blood from his sister, and continued on like nothing had happened, never grudging against Dreegan, or mourning for their daughter. Summer 21 492AV - The First Wild Kill of Dreegan (Valdinor) Ville. The two of them stood, hidden, behind an intriquately twisted tree. It was the exact middle of summer, and even here, in the shade of this beautiful plant, Valdinor could feel the heat enclosing his body, and by the seemingly endless amount of water his mentor and uncle - Arvadous - was drinking, he was feeling the heat too. They were here to hunt, and to train. Everything they had slayed would be divided into two, and seperated between the families, and Valdinor benefitted more by the experience he gained from it. Arvadous finished his swig on the water, and re-attatched his waterskin to his belt with a light click. Licking the water off his lips, he turned to the tree. Four deep gouges had been scratched numerous times into it, and recently too, as he noticed from the way the tree-bark was peeling. "The bear must have passed through here," he noted in his gruff, yet unfailingly literate tone, "I say he was sharpening his claws, which means more trophies to take home and mount. Fortunately for us, his newly sharpened claws have left a trail through the greenery. The beast should be dead before nightfall." Valdinor nodded his agreement, and silently they followed the beast's path. * * * The sun was just lowering when they spotted the bear, but it was still warm enough for them to leave their cloaks unworn. The bear - a Northen Blackthorn - was picking half heartedly at a wild dog. It was about four inches taller than Arvadous, and about triple the width. Deathly sharp claws stuck out from the end of the beast's paws, and strong, lethal teeth hid inside his jaw, each one as long as Valdinors hand. After the two Symenestra had silently drawn arms - Ardaveous with his beautiful sword, and Valdinor with a long, clumsy spear - they advanced on the bear, moving silently, approaching the beast from behind. The two of them stood merely two metres behind the Blackthorn, the bear's neck just beyond the reach of their weapons. Arvadous took a step closer, and from somewhere behind the two Symenestra, a bird screeched, causing the bear to turn. Arvadous raised his sword to deliver the kill, but it was too late. The beast had seen him, and with one swipe of it's huge paw, Arvadous was slumped against a rock - unconsious - with blood rolling from his lips. Fearing for the life of his mentor, Valdinor attacked the beast, lunging with his spear, whilst leaping and ducking to avoid his opponents attacks, just like he'd been taught. With an ordeal of luck, the beast met his death that night, and Valdinor stood with little more than a few scratches and teeth marks. After covering his few deeper wounds with bandages, and applying healing paste, Valdinor started a fire, and waited for his mentor to wake, feeding him water and remedies along the way. Summer 25 492AV - The Pact to Viratas. On this day, two days after Valdinor and Arvadous returned from their hunt, Valdinor secured his faith to Viratas with a pact, sometimes taken after a Symenestra's first unaided kill, depending on whether Viratas guided the Symenestra a lot, or a small amount - the amount the target outpowered the Symenestra by. Such pacts can only take place in Summer or Spring, the time of new life, fortunately for Valdinor, this is when he claimed his first unaided kill. During this pact, Valdinor's arm was cut, and his blood dripped into a sacred, pure gold bowl, filling it to the very brim. After a series of worshiping rituals, this bowl was offered up as Sacrifice to Viratas, and drank from by each of the ruling Symenestra, and the Priest - a Second born child from a well thought of web. The remaining blood is left in the bowl until it is claimed by Viratas, which usually takes three or four days, at which point the child is blessed as a follower. More to come. Faith: Dreegan's faith lies with Viratas - the God of Life Essence, and Connection or as some races refer to him - the God of Blood, or the Blood Catcher. As part of this faith, Dreegan values the importance of blood, and understands how it bonds everything together, and sustains life, but can also be the final sacrifice. As read from the Viratassa, any crime commited to the community and to life itself, is a crime against Viratas. In every bloody hunt or fight Dreegan takes part in, he respects his enemy, and if they're killed he drinks a small amount of their blood - to carry a part of their soul, and a part of their bonds with him, then offers the rest as a sacrifice to his God. To show his faith to Viratas, Dreegan models various tattoo's as quotes from the Viratassa. On the skin covering Dreegan's left shoulderblade, an entire chapter speaking of the righteousness of blood, and the connection it has to everything is tattooed in dark red ink. Along the left hand side of Dreegan's abs, a dark red pattern has been tattooed in a swirling motion, aimed up towards his heart, representing the flow of blood. The simplist of his tattoo's are the words 'Viratas, God of Blood' - a small mark to prove his undying faith. Knowledge: Dreegan's Knowledge of how to survive in the world, and his developing skill in efficient fighting styles is constantly growing - becoming stronger as the years progress, evolving into the wisdom and grace his race is known for. Skill Points and Technique Development: Skill: Attribute: Level: Development: Acrobatics 10 Novice Racial Bonus(+10) Weapon: Symenestra Sword. 26 Competent Starter Skills(+26) Hunting 10 Novice Starter Skills(+10) Sewing 7 Novice Starter Skills(+7) Drawing 7 Novice Starter Skills(+7) Lores: Symenestra Fabrics - Benefits to Tailoring. Self-Made Journel - Contains Dreegan's drawings, and documents, and other information he collects from his adventures. Spoken Languages: Symenos - Fluent Common - Basic Isur - Poor Possessions: Equipment: - Clothing: Basic Hooded Cape, Long Sleeved Cotton Shirt, Villagers Trousers. - 1 Medium Sized Waterskin - 1 Satchel Containing: Single set of Toiletries (Razor, Soap, Comb, Scented Liquid) Food for a week. A Cooking Knife. Flint and Steel. - Heirloom Symenestra Sword in Scabbard. Heirloom: Dreegan's heirloom is a Symenesta sword, crafted by the Isur, and gifted to Dreegan's hunting mentor, and uncle, as payment for a deed he had completed for them - the slaying of a fearsome wildland creature, and the recovery of one of their young - during one of his long, and legendary adventures. This Sword is unique to any others, as its blade is storm cloud grey, and on the upper part of the blade, a message of magic has been written in an ancient language. The metal of the blade has been made by blacksmith methods unknown to any race other than the Isur, and is incredibly thin; thin enough to slice between men’s ribs, but sharper than any mortal-crafted sword, and reaches a few extra inches, perfect for a Symenestra. Despite its thinness, the blade is still the shape of a rhombus when looking down the tip, as it’s central ridge is erected slightly, aiding the balance of the weapon. The rain guard connection between the blade and the hilt has been intiricately designed to resemble a black widow spider, stretching along the metal. The full hilt is pure black, with the grip thick enough to fit in a Symenestra’s lanky fingers, but at the end of each cross guard, and in the centre of the pommel, a thick, blood-red ruby sits encrusted in the middle, glowing with the blood it has stolen. The cross guard itself partly resembles a thorn bush, and partly resembles a spiders web, the two designs becoming each other as they touch. Metal vines have been designed to cross over and circle around the hilt, to show the link to life and nature a Symenestra has, and the red ribbon Arvadous used to tie his hair back is wrapped around the middle of it The ribbon is splashed with the blood of Arvadous, as a memorial to his life. His mentor gifted this to Dreegan as he died whilst hunting, whispering with it, a single message,"In your darkest hour, let this blades nature come forth, the ruby will seep with the blood it has drawn, and your chances with death will be overpowered." Although Dreegan is yet to discover the secrets of his Mentors last words, he values them as much as he does the lessons he was taught. This noble weapon remains hidden in his cloak, sheathed in a scabbard of pure darkness, until it is needed. Finances: +100gm +500gm -500gm - Purchase of: One 20x20 Single Room Cabin, within Kalinor Current Total: 100gm. Threadlist: Empty.