Raban Silvanus Blake

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Raban Silvanus Blake


PB: Kevin Sorbo

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~*Full Name: Raban Silvanus Blake

~*Alias: Raban

~*Age: 259, '1753 ad'

~*Race: Lycan

~*Gender: Male

*Appearance:

Raban is quite at just over six foot with a muscular from through hard work and through what he is. His eyes are blue and usually has long brown hair tied back into a rough ponytail that is bound an inch or two above the nape of the neck. His skin tone is like most Caucasian males and is rather toned in appearance. His facial structure is firmly built with a strong jaw and cleft chin.

~*Personality:

Raban is usually one who leans to or prefers to keep a quiet outlook and very little shakes him. He calculates and reasons before he jumps into any situation at hand. Raban is usually aware of what is going around him even if he is out of the loop these days. He is perhaps one of the most patient and reliable individuals that you will ever come into contact with but then, he can afford the time.

He used to be like other Lycans, rash and quick to anger and thought little about his actions. He was like this for a good stint of his life before he began to think differently. With his experience and time as a pure bred, he could see the reputation and name his kind were already making for themselves but he did not see reason to try and change their views.

He sees fit to listen to both sides and its not really known why and perhaps this is what has led to him becoming an outcaste. One detested by his own kind and he knows that in these modern, differing times... he walks a very fine line. He has adopted the Old Code of Knights he has read of in human history, though rather askew from their original intention.

Whilst he is reliable, patient and bears a strong persistent nature in all that he applies himself to, a few things do let his so-called 'Just' side down. He can be incredibly stubborn and does not always see every angle to a situation. He makes up for this in his beleif that no individual can be perfect no matter how Lycans or Vampires can claim to be so. He can be a little possessive and the place where he lives is filled with what seem like worthless pieces but mean something to him

Raban's nature combined with that of the brutish nature of the creature he is can mean he is either a good friend or your worst enemy given the right amount of provocation. This was a problem in youth and was often put in his place in response.

~*History:

Raban started life like his brethren... cold, brutal and deadly. His calculative and determined nature even then made him one to concern yourself with... it was any wonder Lycans weren't discovered truly back then with how young and headstrong he was. However, the youthful age of that era lent itself to the myths and legends that surrounded his race and he learnt the art of stalking, hunting and killing without humans in the area being any the wiser. For a long while he was merely watching, singling out targets and making sure no young whelps of his brethren were stirring more trouble than they could handle alone.

He used to deal with the threat of the Vampires as the others did, kill on sight or capture if able... though back then it was easier to kill first without needing the questions but as time progressed, he learned to keep a wide berth of Vampires and to only engage when he was in the advantage what with all the advances they had made alongside that of the human race.

With his boredom and need to roam ever increasing, he took a sojourn from his English originations and homeland and found travel to the states. By this point, transforming was a little easier to control and the fact the daylight did not effect him helped. He still wonders how he managed to remain unseen by human eyes but he made it nonetheless. America, by this point, was very young in its early days and the constant conflicts between the declared independent Americans and the native Americans (or Indians) presented him a fine hunting ground. He sought new places to live and the times lent

However, witnessing the political nature and the warfare changed something in Raban that would ensure that his life would never be the same in years to come. Through reason and his ever present calculative nature, he could see a comparison between the conflict between the two races of humans with his own kind's conflict with the Vampires in the world. It was understood only too clearly how humanity was needed to ensure the survival of either race and their war over territory and food source rights was fast becoming a bad thing. Raban knew it was only a matter of time before it would reach the point where their food source was not longer going to sustain either of them. He saw that their own discrimination over food was in a sense killing themselves.

By this point he had found another pack that he settled with easily enough, though it had never been easy. Such was the way of packs but he never felt any loyalty to them. His 'disappearances' for the most part went ignored but he used the time to step back and reconsider his life and what he wanted to stand for. Lycans weren't just beasts, they were intelligent and had vibrant personalities of their own which they used for what purposes the situation needed whether it was when they lusted for food to sustain them or to manage the political affairs against their enemies.

Raban was careful not to let his brethren on to the fact that he was far more calculative and saw to reason more now than he had ever been in his youth. He was aware they would not think the same lines or hear his reason. Raban knew that the Alpha and Beta's would not think twice about sorting him out if they learned that he was a more than a touch considerate over humans and to Vampires to some extent. He was firm however in the beliefs he had come to realise and take on and knew one day, something would come to a head.

He took to living a sheltered life, killing only when he had to and he only took the lives of those who were old or wouldn't be missed in society. From that moment on, he would silent thanks for their sacrifice even if it was a willing one. As the centuries changed and technologies improved, he watched as the stop and start of forced peace and war took a toll on the human population. Two apex predators could not occupy the same food source or hunting grounds without confrontation and the confrontations were starting to make an impact.

With only a few years before the modern age came into effect with the way it was now, his changed self became known and his brethren realised why he was more sheltered than most. Outraged that one of their own could betray their own blood, he was essentially exiled and that it would be no murder to have him killed.

He's been out of the Lycan's turf for years now, though somehow he seems to know what's going on in the general way of political affairs. He knows in cold brutal terms that if a true and just truce isn't worked out, the humans would not stop until they were exterminated to the last Vampire and Lycan. Whilst it was easier on the pure breds, he knew from his own thoughts, calculations and reasoning that the turned would take the brunt of the onslaught and the turned were the armies of both.

Whilst he has adopted views that might make him seem tame, he is anything but and he's not afraid to put a lesser Lycan or Vampire in their place if provoked. In line with his newfound beliefs, he kills only those who would never be missed or who are sick or old, and only when he really has to kill to sustain his own form. Due to how he views his existence now from the cold and brutal days of free killing and the need to remain secreted from Human knowledge, he toes the line of secrecy and staying on the fringes of society.

These days, he usually just goes by as Raban, he is known to some Vampires who know better than to take him on or perhaps share a similar outlook on life for whatever reason and he has run in to a couple of hunters in his time and refrained from killing them, choosing to using his wily wits to escape them. He's off the grid of most and to the large extent, he is believed dead. However, with recent events and the unsteady stalemate and trickery on both sides, he knows that danger lurks... a snake that could have devastating effects for both Lycan and Vampire alike. Effects that could essentially wipe out their main food source.

So for the meantime, he watches, stepping in only when the reason is right and just. He will save who deserves to be and kill when he has to. In his own reclusive mind, he oft refers to himself as the knight of shadows and darkness.

~*RP Sample:

Never quite before had he been shrouded in darkness, a kind of pitch black that made even the sturdiest of souls shift where they stood and watched with narrowed eyes. Raban knew something was watching him, he had been alive too long to not realise when a hunter was around. No matter how hard a human tried, they were noisy as mice even with bitter harsh rain... as it was now. It was raining cats and dogs like it was going out of fashion, the globules of water smashing into hard concrete and wet mud with thuds that reminded him of catapults and cannon fire.

Raban privately wondered if this inexperienced hunter realised who he was hunting, a dog hated by his own wretched kind. Raban did not exactly hate his kind... they and the Vampires were of a bygone age that man had lost all faith and belief in. Hell, even God was rare to see now than it had been back in the Crusades. these so called modern times. He nearly growled with the impatience he was occasionally prone do but his mind soothed him. This hunter, whoever it was... female or man, wasn't to know the beginnings of the Lycan or Vampiric race... they were young, naive and so very out of their depth.

Handled right, he knew that Lycan and Vampire could be what Humanity needed if they kept to weeding out the old and the weak, or those who went and lost their own priveledges but alas. That possibility would never come to pass, Lycans hated Vamps, Vamps hated Lycans and Humanity sought to destroy them both with their own destruction in the volatile mix. Sometimes, he found it incredibly amusing. Humanity was slow close to finding themselves in the crossfire.

Losing enjoyment out of being the hunted, he decided to put the young individual out of their misery and he turned, leaping into plain view and slid a few feet on the cold and wet ground. To the hunter's credit, he fired his weapon but it took more than simple hunting to take down a pure breed of either race.

"You do realise you're as cumbersome as a drunk elephant and as noisy as the greediest of mice?" he asked, smiling softly. The hunter's shot had missed and gone wide as Raban glanced to where it had embedded into the wall.

"You need to work on your aim," he commented and turned to se the woman as it turned out blinked in surprise. She was indeed young and Raban could see well enough how she came to choose the road she was walking. She was attractive and any blood drinker would find that alluring in itself. Whether said number had tried to turn her and this female had realised that the myths were in fact anything but was unclear.

It hardly mattered right now.

"The hell?" she began before recovering but he simply stopped her, his hand forcing the barrell of the gun with the same bullets that could end him to the ground. She could not argue against his strength. He was strong in human form but his strength was more in the other. She frowned, wondering why he did not continue to turn on her for her impudence, as he was surely to see it.

"I won't hurt you..." a, he had fed recently and b, she was young, strong and quite capable of handling herself. "But it helps to know what you hunt. How it thinks. How it would react once it knows it's being tailed. You need to learn how to calculate," His voice was rough, a sign he was used to a hard and dangerous existence. How she had learned of what he was sparked and nibbled at his curiosity but it was hardly the time to ask.

He let the weapon go taking a chance but it was not the first time, "I'm not your enemy, girl. Learn better your trade and then perhaps we can try this game again," he breathed before he glanced, hearing a faint howl that escaped that of the female before him who seemed incredibly small to be a hunter.

"I'll get you," she stated, her fingers gripping the weapon protectively and he smiled, his hands lifting with soft placation. He had no doubt that she was thinking him the oddest of Lycans and that was true enough. He was odd for a Lycan.

"Perhaps," he replied and sank back into the darkness of the alleyway she had followed him down.

"Perhaps not" the latter left her staring after him wondering how and why she had not fired another round.

Optional

*Likes:
+Sheltered spots,
+Like-Minded people,
+Walking, it helps clear his mind

*Dislikes:
-Unnecessary killing of food
-Motorcycles and public transport
-Isn't too thrilled about Hunters.

*What you want to see happen to your character:
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