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Kroviye Fehzovalt

Kroviye is a sarcastic, annoying but very loyal wanderer/mercenary with a crazy dead father and a lost step sister, that he is trying to find while surviving in Nigerius with his friend

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a character in “Elemental Battles: Rage Ch. II: Fire”, as played by luft



Name: Kroviye Rovy/Krov Fehzovalt

Pack: Strigoi Pack + Hemlock Pack (Half-breed)

Gender: Male

Height/Length/Weight: 81cm or 32in/157cm or 61in/70kg or 154 pounds with the tail measuring around 53cm or 21in

Description: Being the result of a mixed breed his blood thirst is not as strong as a full Strigoi, being able to feed from and digest almost anything thanks to his venom pack metabolism. Krov reached the average size and agility relatively quickly and do to his upbringing and sub sequential life style he developed an interesting fighting style, mixing in the customary strength of the Strigoi Pack, the more playfully mischievous and sly ways of the Hemlock Pack with his acquired survival skills. Rovy has blood red eyes and sea green thick fur with darker patches on his face, paws, tail and chest; His pelt has very hard, red wine colored bristles on his shoulders and forehead, forming a Y shaped symbol and grey ones covering different parts of his body:
    many, small ones randomly spotting his tail
    2 longer ones coming from behind his jaw
    1 lining each of his eyebrows and 1 on the back of each paw
Kroviye has very long fangs, 3 inches each, and large claws
Uses a very long silky, red with white ends, scarf around his neck and he love it

Personality: Sarcastic, cynical, tactless, suspicious, very sly (or so he thinks), repentant, Opportunistic, Opinionated, impulsive, intelligent, resourceful, sometimes whimsical, all this words describes him pretty well but in his core he is violent but merciful, he doesn´t believe killing is necessary to show power or dominance, can come out as annoying to some but is extremely protective and loyal to those he describes as his true family or real pack.

Abilities: His heritage has manifested itself in various forms throughout his life:
When he is very hungry or has lost too much blood his sense of smell is heightened to the point of allowing him to sense the blood in other creatures.
Plasma blade: He can mentally control the blood dripping from his wounds to generate different sized blades usually but not exclusively protruding from his tail or the mouth, he is also able to enhance his claws and fangs with this technique.
Mourning song: Deep sorrowful howl that collects the surrounding blood on top of his snout, both his own and that of others, after collecting it he consumes it to restore/increase his strength, health and energy.
Fangs, bristles and plasma blades: After drinking medium amounts of blood he can coat his fangs, bristles and blood with a non lethal, very debilitating poison, instead of the slight sedative that his fangs and bristles usually produce.
Toxin resistance: Not a complete immunity to venom or toxins but a highly resilient metabolism, as long as he doesn´t go to blood withdrawal for too long.

He carries a two short swords in their sheets, measuring around 73cm/28in length and 5.5cm/2.1in on its widest part and weighting 1.18kg/2.6 pounds
His long scarf and a small bag to carry some necessities

Enjoys: Singing, picking on those around him especially duke, sometimes he likes artistic things, eating, drinking and sparring/fighting.

Dislikes: losing something or someone he considers his, being manipulated, feeling trapped, religion and religious fanatics and after meeting Duke, FLYING.

History: Kroviye was born to serve and protect his younger step sister Shakeen, who according to their father Krovilion, one of the Strigoi most religious figures, was the physical manifestation of their blood god Sarken, in his madness Krovilion though that he was given a vision to form a cult of strong wolves from around Nigerius to help his daughter to achieve the position of alpha and lead the Strigoi and the mix pack to a new era. Growing up in this environment meant that Kroviye was trained since he was a pup to be one of her sister many bodyguards, after he and his siblings where through with training they where task with stealing the Holy relic of the blood pack, a task which will result in the death of many of his sibling and his father, the exposure and sub sequential disbanding of the cult and the disappearance of his step sister Shakeen. Following the disastrous fall of the cult, Kroviye found himself as an exiled from the Strigoi pack, traveling through Nigerius doing odd jobs, mercenary work and everything he could to survive in this war torn land but to Kroviye this was the pinnacle of freedom to choice his path, to be able to learn for himself instead of being spooned feed the information others felt he needed to know, something he had never experienced before.
Wandering through Nigerius finally brought him to the floating mountains of era, a very isolated place that will surprise him not only with its artistic culture and landscape but also with a new life goal, a new sword and a new friend in the form of “Duke”, a half Avira-half Aven stoic and calm sentinel with a temper problem. Both of them formed a strong friendship, building it by saving each other´s life during a supposed rogue pack of mercenaries tried to pass the sentinels and cementing it when Duke revealed information to “Rovy” that he saw a Strigoi female identical to Shakeen, during the mercenary attack, leaving Rovy with the possibility of his sister being alive. The many years of his traveling have changed many things about Krov but his need to protect his sister stayed in his veins and knowing she might be alive he had to find her, so with the sometimes welcoming, sometimes boring company of the world curios Duke he wanders out into the vast and hostile Nigerius… again.

Tl;dr: Kroviye is a sarcastic, annoying but very loyal wanderer/mercenary with a crazy dead father and a lost step sister, that he is trying to find while surviving in Nigerius with his friend

So begins...

Kroviye Fehzovalt's Story


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After again falling into another muddy pool of marsh water Kroviye´s mood was completely spoiled and since it was Duke´s fault they were in a marsh without any sort of clue as to where the next village was, he decided to cheer himself up by picking on his friend´s uncanny ability to get them lost "Have I tell you today how enjoyable it is for me to follow you into this shortcuts only to end up drench from paw to tail or even better covered in leeches" as if on cue he felt a small prick on his left hind paw, "sorry buddy I´m the only one drinking blood today" ripping the leech with his fang and swallowing it whole, allowing some warm into his body through the small creature´s blood "Hey maybe this isn’t´t so bad, after all you didn´t guide us into a highway wolves infested cave like last time" sensing the slight change in the other wolf demeanor Kroviye let out a thundering laugh "Oh Duke, Dukerion, little Dunkey ahahahaha don´t be mad it wasn´t so bad remember, as for bandits go they were weirdly welcoming and if it wasn´t for the whole tying us and taking all our food the whole event would have been lovely, besides we got to try your new Kusarigama and I got a new scar to add to the collection so fun for everyone".

It was like a change in the air whenever his friend´s mood changed you could feel it in the plants growing from his body and in the air flowing through his wings, Duke was getting angry and to Kroviye this was the best as it meant that soon their blades would be clashing and Duke´s methodical and calculated fighting style would disappear and Kroviye would enjoy something resembling a challenge, nothing better to lift his spirits; He just needed to make one more little push...

Zrani "Duke"

Zrani felt really good this mourning they were having great luck with the road and it wouldn´t be long until they stumbled upon some village, taking into account that the Arlyne weren´t aggressive towards other wolves, "especially if you come into their villages with a mind to aid or at least without your weapons drawn and screaming to them to deliver all their liqueur" he though while giving a sideways glance to his traveling companion and just by chance he got the distinct smell of a marsh, probably filled with many different plants and maybe even some weird fruits and since they were running low on supplies he decided it, spread his wings and with a little groan he lifted himself from the ground and flew upwards to try and get a better view. It was an awesome looking wetland filled with small patches of woods, grottos and in the distance he could see something similar to a village "Yeah it´s decided we are going there, ROVY... look to the west there is a village there through the marshes is not far my friend I´m going to go check the marshes for a while let´s meet under that big Willow tree okay" He said while circling above his buddy.

After meeting up and going deeper into the marshes without any sign of a village in the proximity the mood of the two wolves was completely opposite...

It was official Rovy was bored and probably a little angry with Zrani but then again Rovy was always bored it baffled Zrani with how much easy his friend ignored the awesome places they explored, there was no way to make him see the beauty of the marsh the colors the life so vibrant it soothed Zrani and made him want to take out his material and draw it was so "...Hey maybe this isn´t so bad, after all you didn´t guide us into a highway wolves infested cave like last time". The half-breed Aven-Avira tried to ignore his friend but that last excursion into what he thought was a nice warm cave in the outskirts of the Arlyne territory had turned out to be just one more opportunity to show that he wasn´t as good as fighting as his friend and another time in which his life had being saved by Rovy "He had to bring that again didn´t he, this time wasn´t so bad they probably weren´t that far from a village, probably" he though this while his friend laughed and then that annoying mutt continued to mock Zrani even making him relieve his failed combat against the Dimitrios highway wolves, all this while wearing a full fanged grin on his blood stain snout. Zrani cared a lot for Kroviye but in moments like this his anger and pride made him want to throttle the half-breed and even more when he started poking him with the bristles on his tail making him feel fussy "Kroviye stop it, there must be some village nearby and I´m sure we will find something to entertain you there" he said it while growling and clenching his teeth and them the annoying wolf decided to poke him in one of his wings "KROVIYE!" He barked at him only to be dodged with practiced ease and that was how the surrounding peaceful, filled with vibrant life marshes became a sparring ground for the two half-breeds, again.

The setting changes from Nerine Falls to Nigerius


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Trying to make the best out of his dwindling day, Tiberius idled away his time trying to make a snare trap. He knew that Blossom didn't like it when he trapped prey, but it wasn't like she had to watch when he ate it! Last time she practically guilt tripped him for a week for eating a rabbit, or "cute little bunny wunny" as she liked to call it. Well, she could survive off eating berries and nuts, but he needed something meaty once in a while. Fish would be preferable, but there wasn't any in this marsh they were in. Besides, going in the water made his fur smell, and that was something he could live without.

Strolling around their camp in a wider and wider radius, Tiberius tried to find the perfect branch for his trigger. It was always a tricky find. The branch had to be spry enough to bend without breaking, and yet strong enough to return to its original shape quickly once the trap went off. Finding what had to be the perfect limb, he triumphantly picked up a young blown over sapling in his mouth. Suddenly, his ears twitched. Something was near. Clanging and growls. Wolves who were yelling. A battle? Here? The whole reason they were in this marsh is because they thought no one else would want to be here! He had to tell Blossom.

Running through the undergrowth, Tiberius watched as the branch he was carrying connected with trees on either side of him at the same time, and he felt himself fly backwards. Stupid branch. Should have known that gap was too small to carry his prize through. A little dazed, Tiberius didn't think things quite through before he yelled to Blossom "Feathers! We gotta go! An army is comin'!" Realizing his error and hoping the battling wolves were to distracted to hear him, he ran back to camp to find his friend.


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Blossom had giggled at the sight of Tiberius's bed fur and instead of replying to his words about his head hurting and other stuff, she just soaked it in. It was, after all, better to listen to Tiberius then set him up and put more words in his mouth. Talking wasn't a bad quality to have in a friend, Blossom guessed, but sometimes it did get a bit boring. It's just the usual morning Tiberius.

It was just a slightly late morning for her now, and it didn't bother her like it did Tiberius. In fact, she was actually somewhat happy that she was able to be one waking him up rather than him waking her up. So, in her usual dumb-happy way, she walked out of the cave-den-thing and tried to ignore Tiberius since he had a hungry look on his face. He's probably gonna try and trap some poor innocent bunny again. It was a sad thought that made her give him a wide berth since out of their entire lives, it always seemed to her that Tiberius was the one who had the hardest time with everything.

Blossom, of course felt the pain of being discarded by her parents but she never really felt the need to go back to her roots like Tiberius did. In fact, it was his searching for his pack that led the two of them this far. He also needed to eat meat, which was nearly impossible for two youngsters like them to catch. Life was hard, maybe more so for him then her.... Or wait, wasn't it.... She could no longer think since she couldn't tell whose life was hardest up until this point. It was confusing also.

And so, it was when she was eating the bulbs of some flowers when she heard Tiberius shout out. "Feathers! We gotta go! An army is comin'!" Her first thought was: I wish he would stop calling me that, and her brain finally processed what he said. Panic struck her. What was she supposed to do?! Run, of course!!!!! But Tiberius!!!!

She looked back to where she last saw her bumbling companion. I want to run, but.... but I can't leave him either!!!! Thankfully, she was saved from having to choose between saving herself and saving her friend when she saw Tiberius come running back to camp. "Thank the gods your back! Lets go already!" She turned to start running only to have her wing hit the side of a boulder, spinning her around to fall and hit another boulder. Stupid wing!