Post by Gearr on Jun 9, 2010 21:03:28 GMT -5
The Hunter
||Name|| Banedrift
||Age|| 16 human years | 32 Nivali years
||Species|| Nivali
||Height|| 7'2"
||Weight|| 223lbs
||Family||
Mother: Clearfall (Dead)
Father Shiftstep (Dead)
Siblings: Nooope
Children: Nope
Lover: 8C
||Magical Abilities||
None, though his fur repels magic.
||Birthplace|| Silvereye
||Current Residence|| Caedere as a whole, he travels a lot with his work
||Occupation|| Head witch hunter
||Accessories||
Knives... Lots of freaking knives. He also has a bow and arrow along with a scary as all hell mask.
Thoren: His snerf. Whilst yes he's fast in his own right he needs a way to get from place to place quickly. It was only natural he'd pick something like this~
Ref
Folk companion; info to come once its profile is put up
||Description||
Appearance;
One would be quick to notice that this Nivali is slightly taller above average for his kind, usually standing at least a good head above most humans he happens to come across. Of course a lot of this is actually neck, but that really doesn't much matter to the fellow.
Unlike one may expect from someone in his line of work he's not the strongest looking Nivali, instead he was a wiry, almost gangly build for his race. This is very simply because he doesn't need to be strong. Specialising in ranging attacks, whilst also having a cougar by his side, the Nivali isn't so concerned about overpowering witches, that he can very happily leave to his companion. No, his build is more built for running after people who decide it would be a good idea to run, a good idea that's just about always turned bad as it so happens.
As a Nivali he of course has a pelt just like any other, sleek and magic repellent. The fur itself is made up of a mix of muddy browns, with white accentuations here and there. The most prominent markings fall to his face, sharp white markings wrapping his eyes slightly, violet eyes often covered by a bang like mop of hair/fur on his head.
Onto his clothes one would be quick to notice the customary lack of footwear, but even faster to notice the rather malicious looking mask he wears. The mask itself seems to be for little more than intimidational methods, something that wasn't actually even his idea. It also has the added bonus of hiding his species at a glance, regardless of if this is it's not something he actually much cares about.
In terms of clothing he keeps it simple. Around his top half he wears a cropped off jacket with more pockets than you could shake a stick at, with a dark shade of grey it perhaps reaching midway down his back, stopping to leave a fair gap between its hem and his pants. Now since he wears the thing open one would expect an under shirt of some sort, an expectation that he alas fails to meet. Under the jacket he has nothing on but various leather belt like chording. Attached to this one would find a wide multitude of knives, throwing knives, and the odd witch collar here and there. Somewhere along the lines this little nivali turned himself into his own personal armoury, something no doubt helped by the quiver of arrows with a bow attached that you'd find lashed on his back.
On his lower half you can be thankful that this time he bothered to put something on. Wearing a simple pair of loose leather pants the only fine details to mention are the bandages that go from his ankle the about midway up his shin, from which point you're liable to find yet more leather straps, these lashed onto his upper thigh, apparently serving no real purpose.
Personality;
Oddly he seems to be a rambunctious sort of guy, he acts as though he's not got a care in the world, and everything's just peachy fine with things. He's a joker by nature, not so much in the sense of being a wise ass, more in the sense of being a derpy goof ball. Why he acts like this isn't clear, not at all, it's alas something that seems to be set into him, built into his very core. As a whole this makes him easy to get along with, whilst yes he's odd beyond reason at times even when doing so he retains a sense of intelligence about him, knowing when's best to hold back with his words and actions... Alas sometimes whilst he may know this doesn't mean he'll refrain, this showing the furry fellow to have a rather opinionated view on things, giving off a rather weird feel to him... This alas is not the strangest thing about this furry little critter, no, the strangest thing about him is perhaps his occupation. It's a simple matter that this particular Nivali is a witch hunter, head of the Caedereian witch hunters to boot.
When it comes to his job Banedrift is... How shall we put this... Odd. On the one hand he does become more serious, yet at the same time he retains his goofy ways, often throwing in a quick odd comment here and there. This in itself is odd, why would someone so happy cause others so much misery? It's simple, he believes it's for the greater good. He feels that causing a few people misery is of benefit to the general populace, something else odd. As a Nivali he tends to hold more affiliation to humans than his own kind, the reason as to why is personal choice. He's founded a modernistic view, seeing the traditional Nivali ways as outdated and flawed. Oh he sees that his race do interact with humans and the sort, but none, or at least few, fully throw heart and soul into it, breaking away from tradition to create something they'd deem as better. The fact he has is very possibly the reason he's come so far.
||Relationships||
Folk companion;
||History||
I'm doing this as bullet points because I LOATH histories. If you want me to do more detail then ffft ask 8C
» His parents were travelling when he was born, which explains being born in a predominantly human city.
» Near as soon as he was born they moved on again, moving away from their home which had been having trouble with Nivali hunters.
» Travelled and shit before the settled down on a small cove to the coast.
» Pretty much just lived a normal life for five years until a skinner found them.
» His parents were caught by surprise were killed quickly, however he who'd been down exploring rock pools heard the commotion.
» Unsure of what to do he did the only thing feasible for someone of his age, he ran.
» Distraught he found himself suddenly alone, something unnatural to the ten year old. Of course as a lone child wandering around he didn't much stand a chance.
» Perhaps it was by luck or misfortune that some old travelling witch hunter came across him.
» Quickly seeing a chance, working out pretty well what had happened, he made a deal with the little Nivali. His shed fur for as long as aid was given in return for help.
» Immediately distrustful to the human he ended up going into somewhat of a childish bitchfit, flailing and cursing with words one really wouldn't have ever imagined coming from a child's mouth.
» Shocked and vaguely amused the hunter sat there watching until the small furry creature tired himself out, once more offering the small child the same deal, to which he got no response other than tears and a Nivali screaming on about how unfair it was.
» Pretty much taking that as a yes he tucked the flailing creature under his arm he left, returning to his home in Silvereye, which was oddly enough the place the small whelp had been born in.
» Despite the witch hunter's relative hospitality toward him he still tended to shy away from the old man, either having something close to a breakdown if he tried to come close, or becoming downright aggressive.
» Over time he of course got used to the presence of the human, eventually treating him as more of an equal than some deranged monster that was out to get him.
» Obviously after this he started to become curious as to where the human would go to when he left, and so asked if he could go, to which he got a yes.
» Now this would have been all well and good had he thought of that fact that this would mean coming close to other humans. Utterly freaking out the by now teen immediately tried to scurry back, only to have his collar grabbed before he ended up pinned on his stomach, the witch hunter forcing him down.
» It was then that the old man gave him the talking to of his life, explaining he was being a fool, that not everyone was out to try and slaughter every Nivali they saw. Had he been given this talk without the semi-aggressive actions there's little doubt it wouldn't have worked, however shocked into listening it seemed to have at least some effect on him.
» Stopping with the act the man let him up, before walking off, the somewhat dazed Nivali in tow.
» It was here that he learned what exactly the man did, hunt witches. Curious that humans would treat their own race in such a way he accompanied the old man many more times, until eventually he asked him to train him.
» Laughing at the little fuzzball he agreed, though seemed to treat it as more of a joke, something that at first irked Bane, but gradually began to amuse him.
» Finding it more fun than a chore he progressed quickly, and soon enough obtained a job as a fully fledged witch hunter. It was it this point the old timer gave him the mask he wears today, stating that he looked 'too cute' to be a real witch hunter... Bane just thought it was a joke at his expense, though regardless he humoured the man.
» Working alongside his now friend he progressed quickly, learning more as time went on.
» At the age of 25 though his old friend died, age having finally gotten the best of him.
» Hurt, Bane simply turned himself to his job, quieter than before, but just as efficient, although soon enough he came out of his sadness again as all things do.
» After another year of hunting the ever so naughty rouge witches something happened, something the Nivali found all too amusing, he was promoted to Head Witch Catcher. Never had he anticipated this, though quietly accepted it.
» After this nothing much worth noting happened, he just went on doing his job.
||Miscellaneous||
No mask
Full sized mask
» ABOVE headshots done by Strongjaw, as was the head design and mask design <3
» Despite what he may say or think he's TERRIFIED of skinners, it's not something he's gotten over. It's not crippling by any means, however they're people he'd rather never go near.
