Name: Derevus Arkya (Derve)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Description: Overall, Derve can best be described as rugged. His face is full of hard surfaces and sharp angles, and this combined with low eyebrows and dark, shadowed eyes gives the impression of one who holds many strange secrets. His hair is thick, black, and unkempt. He is on the short side of 5’ 7’’ with a rough build and deeply calloused hands. He wears a leather jerkin over a soft white T-shirt and softened leather pants. Being right-handed, his sword is sheathed at his left hip.
Personality: Derve prefers to communicate in grunts and head-shakes. He talks so little that some who do not know him well come to believe him mute. He is ever focused and introspective, loves time alone. In a way, he is kind of lost, having no real long term goals but living each day moment by moment.
Background: Derve is the son of a legendary Feralist master named Sarjun. After Sarjun’s mate gave birth to a son, it was decreed that the baby was to be killed in blood sacrifice to the faction’s god, and Sarjun himself was to perform the rite. It would not have been a problem for the ruthless man, except that his one weakness was his love for his mate, who entreated him to spare their child. Upon reflection, Sarjun came to a revelation, and secretly gave the child into the hands of a priest with instructions that Derve was to be trained in the sword from the day he could walk.
The priest faithfully saw to it that young Derevus grew up strong and well. But it was hardly an easy task, as Derve’s blood seethed with the negative energies of a long line of Feralist masters. He was hostile and cruel to his foster siblings, often using his training as a tool for bullying and domination. The priest believed that constant love and compassion would atone for the crimes of Derve’s lineage, and they did, gradually, as time went by.
Several tragic events happened then. First the death of Derve’s brother, whom Derve himself pushed into the path of an oncoming vehicle in a fit of rage. Next, he was driven from his home by his sister, fed up with this little weasel. After which, Derve fell in with a group of Feralists. Still only 14, he was mesmerized by this group of adult men who seemed to share his dark nature… But the love of the priest followed him everywhere he went, and it was not long before he was beaten and dropped into a ditch for being “weak”.
He was later found and taken to Hub, where he was informed of his heritage by the Aldonadian Elders. The Elders presented him with the sword Flowstrike and gave him over to Master Rhingar for proper training. Years later, the ghosts of the Feralist masters still live on within Derve, but he is now shrouded in impenetrable calm and restraint. He believes his purpose in life is to complete the atonement began by the priest, but he has no idea how…
SPECIAL SKILLS
Flowstrike
The handguard of Derve’s sword is shaped like a pair of bones crossed at right angles to the handle. The blade itself is invisible. While it has definite substance, being forged from a light but strong steel, it seems to have no consistent length, having been measured at everywhere from 20 to 36 inches. This makes defense difficult for foes, as one can never be precisely sure of its exact whereabouts.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Description: Overall, Derve can best be described as rugged. His face is full of hard surfaces and sharp angles, and this combined with low eyebrows and dark, shadowed eyes gives the impression of one who holds many strange secrets. His hair is thick, black, and unkempt. He is on the short side of 5’ 7’’ with a rough build and deeply calloused hands. He wears a leather jerkin over a soft white T-shirt and softened leather pants. Being right-handed, his sword is sheathed at his left hip.
Personality: Derve prefers to communicate in grunts and head-shakes. He talks so little that some who do not know him well come to believe him mute. He is ever focused and introspective, loves time alone. In a way, he is kind of lost, having no real long term goals but living each day moment by moment.
Background: Derve is the son of a legendary Feralist master named Sarjun. After Sarjun’s mate gave birth to a son, it was decreed that the baby was to be killed in blood sacrifice to the faction’s god, and Sarjun himself was to perform the rite. It would not have been a problem for the ruthless man, except that his one weakness was his love for his mate, who entreated him to spare their child. Upon reflection, Sarjun came to a revelation, and secretly gave the child into the hands of a priest with instructions that Derve was to be trained in the sword from the day he could walk.
The priest faithfully saw to it that young Derevus grew up strong and well. But it was hardly an easy task, as Derve’s blood seethed with the negative energies of a long line of Feralist masters. He was hostile and cruel to his foster siblings, often using his training as a tool for bullying and domination. The priest believed that constant love and compassion would atone for the crimes of Derve’s lineage, and they did, gradually, as time went by.
Several tragic events happened then. First the death of Derve’s brother, whom Derve himself pushed into the path of an oncoming vehicle in a fit of rage. Next, he was driven from his home by his sister, fed up with this little weasel. After which, Derve fell in with a group of Feralists. Still only 14, he was mesmerized by this group of adult men who seemed to share his dark nature… But the love of the priest followed him everywhere he went, and it was not long before he was beaten and dropped into a ditch for being “weak”.
He was later found and taken to Hub, where he was informed of his heritage by the Aldonadian Elders. The Elders presented him with the sword Flowstrike and gave him over to Master Rhingar for proper training. Years later, the ghosts of the Feralist masters still live on within Derve, but he is now shrouded in impenetrable calm and restraint. He believes his purpose in life is to complete the atonement began by the priest, but he has no idea how…
SPECIAL SKILLS
Flowstrike
The handguard of Derve’s sword is shaped like a pair of bones crossed at right angles to the handle. The blade itself is invisible. While it has definite substance, being forged from a light but strong steel, it seems to have no consistent length, having been measured at everywhere from 20 to 36 inches. This makes defense difficult for foes, as one can never be precisely sure of its exact whereabouts.
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