Kraven

Information

Player: Bounty-Hunter

Character Full Name: Kraven, formally Jethro Darnis.

Character In-Game Name: Kraven

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): The Ebon Blade, The Forsaken.

Race: Forsaken

Class: Death Knight

Age: 27 at death.

Sex: Male

Hair: Dirty Blond, unkempt.

Eyes: Glowing Runic Blue

Weight: 44kg

Height: 5'10"

Alignment: True Neutral

Appearance

He often wears a plate kilt with plate armor, his helmet and shoulder pads are summoned by runic magic when he needs them.

Other: He has small scars around his lips which were caused by holes for stitches. His body is also full of faint scars, hinting his death wasn't a nice one.

Personality

When Kraven was alive, his name Jethro Darnis, he was a very charming man. His words often made women swoon and he could have anyone he wanted, which he did. Not quite loyal with his friends, he would easily use anyone as stepping stones in order to get what he wanted and he was happy with this and had no problem with it. He was a happy, greedy man. Too bad this is what got him killed.

After his death with his name changing to Kraven, he ended up being unable to speak and thus became use to the idea of not having any friends around him. He did whatever people asked of him without any problems but kept no one close to him. He wasn't happy with this life but he knew he deserved it and couldn't do a thing to stop it so he remained distant from everyone. He was a unhappy, selfless man. This didn't last either.

Once he found himself in the grasp of the Lich King his personality changed once more. After becoming free of the scourge, he was happy again, the dark magic from the Death Knights made him able to speak again, he no longer needed to stay away from people. He started to become friendly to everyone but tended to only talk with one word or small sentences due to the fact he doesn't remember how to speak as well. He enjoys to fight and still likes to help people but in a more caring manner then before.

History

Jethro Darnis was born to a family of traveling merchants with one older brother and one younger sister. He was born in the forests of Elywnn as his family were staying there due to the mother being in labor. Soon after he was born, they were quickly on their way off on the road and thus, he remember little about this area from when he was young. Even though his family returned there later in their travels he just saw it as yet another forest, not as his birthplace.

As he grew, he turned into a handsome boy. Beautiful blond hair, defined features, everything the common girl would want and he knew this. When he wasn't spending time helping his family or playing with his siblings he was wandering the town in an attempt to charm some of the more pretty women he could find. The only problem with this was, he was actually good. Lucky for him he never stayed in one place for too long and left soon after his family was finished.

When he turned 15 and the roads became more dangerous, his father started to teach him how to use a Dwarven rifle. Although they were very inaccurate, they managed to get the job done with a bang. The first time he had to use it was when a wolf was threatening his younger sister, he spent no time hesitating as he ran into their caravan, grabbed the gun and shot the animal dead. His hands were shaking after it, not from fear, not from pity but from the power in his hands.

He kept his fascination with guns for a long time after that event, always making sure he had the best in order to protect himself and his family. Not because he wanted to, just because he has that lust for that feeling he felt when he first shot a beast. When he was old enough to begin his own business, he always had his gun with him, taking it everywhere, it protecting his life many times. Always keeping it in perfect condition.

While he traveled the roads, he kept his flirtatious personality, always attempting to charm the woman he met which helped him gain customers. It also got him into a lot of trouble. He got into bad situations with parents, siblings, sometimes even spouses. This made him gain a bad reputation wherever he went and despite people not trusting him, he still got into much trouble. Sometimes having to run from someone Else's gun instead of people running from his own.

One day, however, he made the worst and last mistake of his life. Jethro met a very beautiful woman, the daughter of a noble none the less and thought to himself like he does every other time, 'I must have her'. He used his charm and beauty in order to get this woman to invite him to bed, exactly how he wanted it to happen. He thought he was lucky to have this woman but he was horribly wrong. It was heaven for one night until he got caught the following morning. By her father, no doubt. Her horrible father who is very protective of his little girl.

He was thrown into a dark cellar, forced to endure hours and hours of restless torture. He was whipped, burnt, tied down, left without food or water. This wasn't even the worst of it. As his torture was coming to a close, he was told that they would make sure he would never speak another word to a woman again. They cut out his tongue, filled his throat with salt and stitched his mouth shut. Covered his body with bandages and nailed him into a coffin, burying him alive. There was no way he would survive. He didn't.

That was the day he died.

Rotting inside that coffin, he laid there for what may of been anywhere from weeks, to months or even years. The scourge was making their way through Lordaeron, digging up graveyards and coincidentally, they found him. A specific Necromancer revived him and quickly understood his talents, dubbing him with the name 'Kraven'. Kraven, however, was now unable to speak due to not having a tongue, having a salted throat and his mouth sewn shut.

Kraven worked tirelessly for the scourge, killing, raising, plundering, anything which they told him to. After all, he no longer had a mind of his own. He kept all of his skills from his living life and his masters used that to their advantage. Gunmen are hard to find in the dead and because of that, there is little use for guns which are dropped on the battlefield. This let Kraven have a large choice and his masters always picked what worked the best.

The day he broke free from the scourge, he took the gun to the mindless zombies which remained, showing them no mercy. He followed the Forsaken without question, doing what they wanted him to do. His skills as a gunman were once more used to their advantage in wiping out the mindless scourge which still were spread across the lands. However, soon, the scourge were found to have retreated to the land of the North. Kraven, along with a large group of Forsaken, were quickly on their tails.

Fighting through the snows, they became quickly use to the cold wind and freezing ice and used this to their advantage, using sneak attacks to their advantage. Who knew the snow would be able to hide the dead so easily. Day after day, Kraven and the Forsaken slain the Scourge without rest. They never needed rest, they were dead. Fighting for longer then any human could hope to, with more consistency. They were nearly unstoppable. Nearly.

While him and a portion of the group tread through the snow one day, they were attacked. The scourge used the same tactics that were used against them. Raising from everywhere, the Forsaken barley had time to react as they were all cut down, Kraven included. But not before he took down his share of Scourge, even when everything seemed hopeless, he slain the mindless zombies which were swarming on him. However, it wasn't enough, he wasn't able to beat them all.

Kraven thought that was the end for him. He wanted it to be the end. He was wrong, this wasn't the end of his story. The Scourge took his beaten body back to their masters as he was taken control of once again. Not as a mindless corpse, not as a free willed Forsaken but as a Death Knight. A Death Knight in the service of the Lich King. His bandages removed, his mouth cut open, his tongue replaced and his throat regenerated by dark magic, he gave them his name, 'Kraven'.

Slaying the very Forsaken he worked with and the many, many other humans. He was merciless, fighting gave him some spark of life as he no longer fought with a gun, but a blade. A Rune Blade. Cutting down man and woman, he never felt any sympathy for them as he was nothing more then a servant. He wasn't suppose to have a free will and thus, he didn't. Once again he was just a servant, nothing more. This changed, however, as the Ebon Blade broke free of the Lich Kings control and he followed.

Now, Kraven works for the Ebon Blade, no longer has he not have a will, no longer can he not speak. Despite everything he did, despite everything he never meant to do, he was happy. It has been years since he felt this way and he doesn't care why but he is happy. He is happy being a Death Knight, he is happy he has his own will and he is happy that he enjoys to fight. Despite his love for fighting, he still cares about people, after injuring them in a fight he is always willing to help.

It's funny how things work out, isn't it.