A young noble who has raised in ranks to be a captain of the Kings Army, and left to tend his own lands.
Desc: Draven grew to become a handsome man dispite the scars from battle. His light brown hair is tied in the back and brown eyes seem to take the whole world in as his teacher had trained him. He is of average height and slender. He chooses to wear lighter armor and favors mobility to the bulky plate that the other captains in the military wear.
Character Concept: Draven grew up in Proper Downs, a town of about 1500 people, it was a larger town with a small town feel. Proper Downs was a river port and so trade moved through the town regularly and the fact it was such a hub of trade meant it was lactated on most maps. Taking in raw material and then shipping them out and bringing in new trade from the products the raw materials made made it a hub for trade in both raw materials and finished goods. The market street is one of the busiest places in town and one where Draven spent a lot of his time.
His father had a shop there, he owned a Fletcher shop that made some of the finest bows in the land. His bows were prized well for their strength and accuracy. The shop was rather large with his father having several students and apprentices in the shop to keep production up. They also received fresh wood from the forests that surrounded the town. Draven’s older brother Erik was poised to take over the shop so the family hired tutors and other teachers for Draven.
His family was well known and respected and his father even had a voice in the town council. His mother was even minor royalty who married and attained some of the wealth his father had accumulated. This gave some social clout to Draven when he got his tutors.
When he was just a child of 10 years age he received a tutor name Camille. She was a strict woman he never felt right around. She had a look about her he did not like. After only a week of her being in the house she snuck into his room at night and took him, slipping him into a carriage two other men spirited him away. They had kidnapped him for ransom.
He was held in a cabin in the woods, one of the men sat inside and the other outside. Camille worked around the house and did chores as they waited for the payoff. In the night of the second day he was held there he was woken up by a elf in a black suit. He carried one of his father’s bows. “Come on, your parents are waiting.” As he left he saw the man inside dead and Camille, both killed with just one arrow, the man on watch outside was pinned to the cabin with an arrow. The elf’s name was Skylla, she seemed to fade in and out as she walked through the shadows.
He later convinced his parents to hire Skylla on as a teacher when he was old enough to start taking weapon’s training. When she returned she looked as if she did not age a day. She was a tough trainer, putting him through a lot of physical training for the first year. On the second year she changed everything. He had to learn to paint and to write perfectly. She would stand over him and correct the way he held the pen or the brush. She had him read histories and would quiz him on the books he read, not on the content, but the mistakes the people made.
He was 14 when his mother announced he would enter the army at 16 to train with some of his family and spend two years guarding the land. Skylla was very upset with this telling his parents she would need another 10 years before she would be happy giving him a sword.
They must have changed her mind as she had him training with real steel in less then a month. This was the hardest of the training, she made him fight on fence rails and in forest streams. He fought with rock tied to his wrists and feet. She told him he had to stop focusing on the blade and stop seeing anything, but to feel it all.
If nothing else, the training kept him from trouble. He had little time for anything but his training and this meant when he went to balls or to other family event he felt a little awkward around people. He was very comfortable speaking of wars and strategies with people, but this made conversation with girls difficult.
Skylla took him to a tourney at age 16 before he was to enter the army. She gave him a gift of an elf sword, slender and single edged, a polished steel. She told him the weapons was made by a Theurge as a weapon for a noble soul. She told him as long as he practiced and stayed true to the principles of good and justice it would never break, and in fact protect him.
At the tourney he was pitted against some of the best fighters in the area and while he did not win, he held his own. At the end when awards were handed out the fighters all acknowledged his skill for being so young. The Lord and Lady of the tourney, Killinhans, even suggested he should asked to be assigned there when he serves as they could use a good captain for their troops.
When he served in the Millitary he saw little of Skylla, she left the day after the tourney without so much as a goodbye. This always made him wonder if he had disappointed her somehow. He tried to be the best soldier he could, and within a few months of serving he was faced with a trouble of a troll attacking farms in the area. His patrol went out to fight it. They met the troll and their captain was killed before he had a chance to get the unit ready. Draven took command and the unit brought the troll into the Lord and Lady as a prisoner. This earned him a promotion to captain.
Draven grew to become a handsome man dispite the scars from battle. His light brown hair is tied in the back and brown eyes seem to take the whole world in as his teacher had trained him. He is of average height and slender. He chooses to wear lighter armor and favors mobility to the bulky plate that the other captains in the military wear.
He is now leaving the military as an accomplished swordsman and Captain of over 200 men. He spent double the time he planned to, now aged 22 he needs to seek his fortune. He is a thoughtful man, with a commanding presence. He is trying to get over his introversion and meet new people expanding his life beyond the battle field, though that is where he is most comfortable.