Name: Raven
Alias: None
Picture: Description: His armor is a darker gray with a black raven insignia in place of the crosses. Around his neck he always has a pendent of an angle holding an unknown object in her hand.
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Class: Tactician
growth rate: (Random)HP - 80%, STR - 55%, MAG - 55%, SKILL - 50%, SPD - 50%, LUCK - 40%, Def - 40%, RES - 35%
Starting stats: HP - 20, STR - 7, MAG - 7, SKILL - 5, SPD - 6, LUCK - 4, Def - 6, RES - 4
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 150
Hair Color:Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Body Type: Athletic
Voice Type: Baritone
Personality: A rather care free individual who is often seen with a drink in his hand. He enjoys most peoples company, those he fights with above all else. He is often criticized for putting his unit’s life before the mission. In this there is much truth as without a second thought he would go to his unit’s aid over that of another. Due to this fact most units prefer to work separately from him and it is when it is just him and the Grimsbane were he shines the brightest.
Strengths: Has a brilliant Tactical Mind and capable with both sword and magic.
Weaknesses: Doesn’t work well with other military units and Outside of the battle field he has very little knowledge on politics and shows no interest in learning of it.
Equipment: Iron sword, fire tome.
Biography: Raven was born and raised in the capital of Ylisse one of the higher up families. During his younger years he was more often than not found in the lower part of the city spending more time with the lower class kids to the point that it was often assumed that he was one of them. This of course gave his family a bad name for not taking care of their children, though this was not the case. Raven cares for his family a great deal and his parents, more often than not, gave him whatever he wanted. The thing was how ever there was rarely ever anything he really wanted. He simply enjoyed the company of the lower class over the usual uptight ethics of the upper. None the less he would be lectured, sent to bed without supper, and the events would repeat the very next day.
As Raven grew older he found a new member being thrown into their family, a little sister who went by the name of Althei. At the time of her birth Raven was heading towards his tenth birthday and found he becoming very protective of his little sister. She would often be thrown into the same category as Raven himself by the masses, as she was often seen with him as she grew. She would be called named and such much like he had been, the difference however was that Raven would now often throw himself into fights that could have easily been avoided, as to protect his sisters “honor”. This made his name even worse of course and to a lesser extent his sister. But none the less life went on.
When Raven turned eighteen he chose to join into the military, much like his father before him and his father before him. He patted his sisters’ head and gave his family a warm smile of goodbye and as he headed out to his new life, with the hopes that with his absence his sister would be able to restore the name that he had smudged, his sister stoped him and gave him a parting gift, a pendent of an Angle. He had no idea where she had gotten it but he accepted with a smile. Originally he had every plan to be a knight and to fight on the front lines; fate however had a different idea. During his days in training Raven found him sell playing games of strategy of all things, and oddly enough he turned out to have a talent for it. With the nudging of several friends and officers he chose to further explore the world of strategy. After his training was complete he chose to join the Grimsbane as its tactician.