Draven Brimstone

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First Name: Draven
Last Name: Brimstone

Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height 18 hands (6ft)
Weight: 200lbs
Eyes: Icy blue
Hair: Long jet black, usually tied back.
Facial Hair Style: None, has horrific scars covering his face.

Personality Profile:
General Health: Good
Deity: None
Initial Alignment: Lawful Evil
Profession: Warrior of Darkness
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter/Warrior of Darkness
Habits/Hobbies: Lurking in ruins, Stalking would be adventures, Spreading the dark oil across the lands.
Languages: Common, Illuskan, Orc.
Weapon of Choice: Battleaxe and shield.

Background: It was that warm afternoon Ryd was out with Harley of the Greyfox gathering berries. Ryd was still new to the Sword Coast and shadowed Harley often helping out when he could and study under her. The ground begin to shake under their feet. Suddenly the ground cracks open spewing forth a black oil that covers both Harley and Ryd. Ryd falls instantly the oil sticking to his limbs holding him down. It was useless to struggle, the black oil continued to gush from the ground and cling to Ryd. The oil burned like fire, and smelled like sulfur. Ryd opened his mouth to let out a cry but it was muffed as the oil enter his mouth and attacked his lungs. The oil began seeping into his ears and eyes. Ryd was deaf and blind to the world. The oil encased his entire body. "Let go, and brace us.." Was whispered. The young barbarian's will was weak, the pain too much. He was too young to handle this. "Draven, draven, draven" was chanted in his mind in a whisper. "Ryd let go." And the young barbarian did. The oil slide from his body as he rose, it leaked out of his nostrils and mouth. Ryd of the Greyfox tribe was gone. He whispered "I am Draven." The burning sensation from the oil disappeared, his vision and hearing were restores. "Ryd! help me!" cried Harley, she was struggling in the oil. Draven moved through the oil with ease as he stood over her. He could feel her heart pounding, he could smell her fear. "Let go Harley of the Greyfox tribe" he said to her. "Ryd is dead, I am Draven." He spoke once more. Harley eventually gave into the darkness, it had consumed her as it previously had done to Ryd turning him into Draven. Draven reached into the oil pulling out a white menacing looking mask placing it over his scarred face. The two dark warriors rose looking back toward Baldur's Gate.

Goals: Bringing Darkness to the Sword Coast. Claiming a dark ruin as his own.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Looking to serve a dark lord/ serving in a dark army/guild.