DRAVEN RADULF

[Draven Radulf]

Draven Radulf
LEADER OF THE RADULF CLAN


"Leave the lost and dead behind, nows your chance to run for cover.
I don't want to change the world, I just want to leave it colder.
Light the fuse and burn it up, take the path that leads to nowhere.
All is lost again, but I'm not giving in
I will not bow, I will not break, I will shut the world away
I will not fall, I will not fade, I will take your breath away..."

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about your character

[/b] Draven Alexis Radulf
gender: male
age: 29
canon or original: Canon[/SIZE][/ul]

the description

[/b] Alexander Skarsgard
description of appearance: His hair is the color of spun gold that has been beaten and shaped by dark hammers. Draven wears it short and brushed back so it stays close to his skull and smooth but the occasional strand falls into his eyes when he is caught in the face of a breeze or fresh from a wrestling match or hunt. The delicate blonde strands catch the light as they flicker in front of the dark blue gaze that is often compared to the haunting color of the icy Lake Fenris in the mountains that is as deadly as it is beautiful. His stare is piercing and deep, full of power and ferocity woven with an endless cry of pain from within that translates as a noble sadness in his eyes. He is a majestic figure from head to toe. The muscles of his arms are well rounded and defined. His chest and waist are like chiseled marble and stone. The tales told of his strength are legendary and it is said only his brother Damon has occasionally bested him in the mock battles they perform almost everyday to keep each other in shape and present in the knowledge of the dangerous art of wolf fighting techniques. When he runs in his human form Draven is like a graceful wind but with a hard leap and a roar he can shift into the form of a wolf with ease and can run like lightening, always able to race to the front of a packed group of his fellow hunters. His skin is tanned from the sun but still has a warm paleness to it that glows through in the darkness when he walks in his human form. While the color of his skin is beautiful to the eyes it is the scars that mark him which make you almost look away as you are struck with a thought of the terrible pain he must have endured. The scars range from raised pink lines on his back, that resemble claw marks, to the deep white scars from the fangs that have attempted to rip into his skin and take off a limb. His scars are simply white specks of fur in his wolf form. As a wolf he is a pitch black beast with gleaming blue eyes that glow in the moonlight and darkness. His sleekly built but powerful body is the envy of all in strength and grace. His claws are jagged like the rocks he regularly climbs to chase his prey and his teeth gleam white with the sharpness of a broken diamond.[/SIZE][/ul]

the personality

[/b] Depth and strength radiates from the light in his eyes. The power of his arm and mind is yet unmatched or challenged by his subjects. Draven’s emotions make him the powerful leader that he is. While his depth of feeling can give him a perspective the narrow minded cannot see, it renders him a volatile man of power. He can become vindictive and cruel in an instant, his taste for blood the greatest fear of all who dare offend or challenge him. After his wild rages and fits of wrath he can transform into the gentle and wise ruler that he was raised to be. He is a loving and aggressive man, his care and concern for his family and the packs of werewolves under his rule are what drives him to be the leader those that seek his protection need. When he is playing the prince all those close to him come to love him and many young wolves approach him as friends and delight in being called one of his companions. However he is known to be easily offended when it comes to those that fall out of his good graces and he can hold a grudge that is hard to break. His hatred for revolutionaries and murderers is a part of him, a dark place that his family don’t want him to return to. Driven by his volatile emotions Draven holds on to his purposes in life with the strength that only a wolf can have. He is very hard to convince against his final decisions as a strict and battle hardened wolf prince, but as a man he can be very thoughtful and opened minded behind his facade of cool indifference. His councils of elder pack leaders are his closest advisors after his own brother Damon and sister Grier. His mind is quick and sharp and very hard to read. His swift changes in mood are what keep those that would find fault in him on their toes, unsure of what kind of man their ruler truly is. Since the great tragedy of losing his first love the prince of wolves has become accustomed to the life of a warrior. Behind his steel cold demeanor he is bearing a heavy burden on his soul. In the privacy of his family life he is often withdrawn inside his own thoughts, unwilling to share his inner torment even with those that love him and hate seeing him in such pain. The faces of those that know his pain bring Draven an unbearable sense of guilt and self hatred for making them worry, but he is holding on to something that he can never get back and it is tearing him apart. He wants to be an even better man but coveting the love and future that was taken from him is standing in his way when he wants to move beyond his own pain…However, Draven's determination makes him push ever forward no matter how heavy his burdens are and hopefully his inner struggles and persistent pursuit of strength will bring him the healing and peace he desires for himself and his people.[/SIZE][/ul]

the history

[/b] Ettore {father}, Galen {mother}
spouse/children: None…
siblings: Damon {28}, Grier {27}

history so far: The werewolf prince, the living descendant of the first werewolf Hrodvitnir Ulf. He was raised from birth to be the ruler of the wolves on the Fenrir Mountains. His mother and father, being of opposite natures but the perfect match of man and woman, were a great king and noble queen. The years of Ettore and Galen’s rule was relatively peaceful, which allowed for more threats to their family to pass unnoticed and unchallenged. As all things pass away so did Draven’s father and his mother, who followed the king in death soon after from what many believe to be heartbreak. As the eldest son Draven became the leader of the Radulf pack through the brutal practice of a blood rite, a rite of passage for the wolf princes from the time of the ancients. As the story goes, Draven stood naked and pure on the sacred rock with all the friends and enemies of his father and his own kin surrounding him. He howled the cry of victory and proclaimed himself their new prince with the beauteous strength of his voice. He then demanded for any that questioned his right to rule to come forward and fight. Many wolves stepped forward that night and Draven killed them with his own jaws, hands and claws. His was baptized in blood, of friends and foes who all questioned his power and right to rule the mountain werewolves. Even his own brother Damon fought him but Draven offered his dear brother mercy and gave him a chance to yield. With the blood of his brother on his muzzle Damon bowed his head in surrender and from that moment on was his most loyal friend and true brother. With some help from his remaining kin the battle was ended and the pack leaders left alive would not question their new king again. Draven took his place on the throne that was laid bare before him. The skins of his father’s kills were burned on a pyre with his body. Now it was time for Draven to rule and the trophies of his strength, the furs and pelts of the greats beasts he would bring down on a hunt, would be lain over his throne.

The wolves of Fenrir are wild and unpredictable, the only way to rule them is through fear and dominance. Draven has been forced many times to put down a rebellion with force and the spilling of traitorous blood. The fear of his wrath is what keeps the packs that hate him in line and under his control. Draven also has his own reasons to hate the packs that dispute the order and rule of the Radulfs, for he has lost many that were dear to him in the battles for power that ensued. He has lost many cousins and an uncle to pointless battles over territory. There also is the dramatic tale of when the infamous Gerwulf clan rebelled. The story is told around caves fires in hushed tones by those that remember it. The young wolf prince was to marry a young shewolf that was praised for her beauty and grace throughout the mountain realm. The Radulf family was happy and peace seemed to be within their grasp once again. However, peace is an elusive state of existence in the land of the wolves and once found can be lost in the instant and from an unknown mistake. The old leader of the Gerwulf clan had been plotting his moment of revolution from the moment he watched his father go out on a hunting trip with the royal family, before Draven's reign, to never return. On the eve before the young king’s marriage the Gerwulf leader challenged Draven to a fight. The prince had no choice but to accept the challenge, unaware of the plot being put into motion. As the two duelists stripped down and into their wolf forms in the forest, the pack elders gathered to witness the battle for honor. Meanwhile the Gerwulf pack attacked the Radulf den without warning and Draven’s wife to be was murdered along with many other family members. Still unaware of the evil deeds being done to those he love, Draven was caught up in the fight of his life. The Gerwulf pack leader was soon killed by the prince but his act of rebellion had already been performed and he died with a wicked grin on his jaws. His twisted sign of vengeance was a horrid bloodly scene of murder that made many wolves cringe when they first witnessed it. Soon after the duel was over Draven learned of the Gerwulf pack’s true betrayal. In the pursuit of revenge Draven and his remaining family exterminated the Gerwulf pack. That blood bath has become a story told to frighten the young and to teach them never to question the rule of the werewolf prince Draven. From that moment on Draven has never allowed a rebellion to get out of hand and those caught plotting against him were put to death or punished without mercy.

The death of his first beloved was hard on the prince and he spent many hours hunting alone in his lupine form, in order to escape his own torment and guilt over the bloody deed. His loyal subjects began to miss the happy and commanding prince that had once given them such delight and many reasons to be proud to be called his ally. No-one but his closest family members knew the depth of sadness to which Draven sank after she died. It was only when his brother Damon and sister Grier occasionally ran at Draven’s side, while the prince mourned his lost love through running and becoming one with himself again, that the worried wolves in the prince’s dominion began to see a change for the better in their ruler. He sat once more on his throne but now it was with a cool head, a heart of ice and an iron fist. He ruled his wolves once more and control was regained for the first time since that accursed day, which will forever be remembered when a wolf looks into the eyes of Draven Radulf. With the loss of the prince’s bride it was thought that no additions to the Radulf family would ever come from the prince. His brother and sister stood loyally beside him when the noble pack leaders clamored in councils about the future of the Radulf clan. Then a tragedy occurred that expanded the Radulf pack and brought a glimmer of light, of hope into the dark den of the royal werewolves of Fenrir. On a hunt with Damon, Draven came across the scent of another wolf‘s blood that he could not recognize. They followed the trails and came onto a scene of terror that was similar to the one that nearly broke their own family. The innocent wolves of a small family pack had been slaughtered. Draven ordered his brother to run back to the caves and to summon the allied packs to begin a search of the forest for whoever it was that had done this act of violence and treason.

Draven lead the packs himself in a wild chase across the forests and deep into the borders of their territory, sending the humans in the villages that they passed into a state of panic when they saw the wild wolves and bare human beings swarming through the bushes and trees near their homes. The murderers could not be found and there was no-one for Draven to punish. They were forced to return to the caves of Tyr so that the packs could tend to the females and young ones that they'd left behind. Soon after this tragedy a young girl was discovered lost in the abandoned caves and brought to the werewolf prince. Draven transformed into a human the instant he heard the young girl‘s cries of anguish and fear. He was moved by the look in her eyes that mimicked his own pain in a more potent and unshrouded way. Draven approached the young one and in the calmest of voices asked her if she knew anything about what had happened to her. The girl had no answer for him, but he recognized the scent on her skin as that of the wolf pack that had been found murdered and he knew it was a miracle she was alive and standing before him now. He protectively took the child in his arms for a moment and then carried the girl all the way back to his den where he handed the young girl off to his sister for better care than he could give. For many days after he paced around his throne hall as his sister and brother watched in curious silence. When Draven‘s blood had cooled and a decision had to be made for the still living werewolf child, Draven made the drastic choice to adopt the young wolf as his own. Grier was happy for this decision while Damon was hesitant to see his brother forced into the position of an unhappy father so soon after the great tragedy that had destroyed a part of his brother that may never be recovered.

Draven named the girl Emmanuelle and she was raised with care and love by the Radulf family. It was in the light of happiness that Emmanuelle brought into his family‘s life that Draven seemed to find himself healed enough to share in the warmth of that happiness too. His eyes were still cold and his temper still sudden and ferocious but a little of the young prince the packs once adored had returned. The packs would hunt together again and follow their leader into the forest to kill a rare beast or simply for the joy of running together as one. The royal hall of the Radulf den was filled with happy barks and laughing voices. The simple peace of unity had returned to the Fenrir mountain werewolves. Its ruler was strong and swift in judgment and justice. He had survived a great rebellion and could put down insurrection with one frightening bark and a stamp of his bloody paw on the stones of his kingdom. His subjects fear and respect him. It seems the strong and wise leader the packs have been waiting for has finally been created, but could the restored peace and power of the Radulf clan be cursed again and lost as it was before? Or will there be a chance for old wounds to be healed completely so that Draven can grow even stronger and his kingdom more vast and more powerful than ever before. The vampires and elves of the other mystical kingdoms have begun to cross paths with his kind more frequently and their secrecy and solitude is put into question by the raising number of humans and magic being consumed by their kind. It seems Draven will have to evolve into a more modern ruler if he is to contended with the new worlds being discovered around his lands. His courage will be put to the test and Draven is determined to survive it so that he can maintain the peace and order his family has lost their lives and spilt their blood for.[/SIZE][/ul]