Ravi J Decota

Ravi, a crimson haired Shifter born with the Lycanthropy curse. With a high skill for tracking and deep-rooted bloodlust. Shifters are said to come from the lands far off the eastern shores of Mor-Thir. A little known fact about Lycanthropy those born to parents possessing the curse will be cursed themselves, However it will bind to their soul, becoming a part of their very being. It will allow greater mastery in time and is also incurable.
With Bright crimson hair, large fox ears and tail, dark complexion and monstrous multi coloured eyes, Ravi makes quite the first impression. She was never seen without her Singora eagle Remington, who has been with her since birth but due to a number of reasons Remington has been handed down willingly to one of Ravi's Grand-Children, Honoshin.
Ravi has taken her Guardian's name as her family.

Until recently Ravi was a mild mannered woman with a few anger issues, though upon making a special deal with a man by the name of Ezekiel much of her desire and world view have changed.
The horrible conditions and constant danger she has endured for over eighty years had finally taken their toll, Ravi was not keen to return to a life of slaying after everything she had been through involving the lich Narkul
So when a strange man offered a life of safety, security, plenty and desire Ravi was quick to sign her name.
Ravi was known for being against following orders, preferring to work alone with Remi. however since her time at the Cardinal Sin she has become very agreeable. The nature of sex work means the nicer you are to customers the more pay you would receive and Ravi aims to be well paid.
That's not to say Ravi has changed. Though a lot has, you can still catch her loosing her temper at customers who rub her the wrong way, both metaphorically and literally.

Ravi's new life has left her less that suited for adventuring. Much bigger and heavier than her days in Mor-Thir and falling into a life of luxury her days doing dungeon Crawls might be behind her. That hasn't stopped her from trying.
Almost once a week she gets an urge to find and pillage a classic dungeon to relive those exciting days. Both her husband Jellal and her boss Ezekiel always highly advise against it. But she has her ways to convince men to do what she wants.
These Dungeon Crawls have yet to be very successful.

Since the events at the Promised Archapeligo Ravi's Primal blood has undergone a dramatic change. What runs through her blood is no longer a simple wearWolf but something far stronger, A WereDragon!.
The Hunters Ravi grew up with have helped her maintain and control it better but there is still room for improvement. Much of her blood lust and temper is now kept in check by her overworked lust and greed. Much of her Lycanthropy issues are kept underconrol due to this life of taboo pleasures though Ravi still meditates regularly and takes medicated potions to dull and numb her anger as to keep the beasts inside under control.

Abandoned at a young age, found years later by a pack of Blood-Hunters who took pity on the lonesome beast child. Ravi grew up with the hunters, Learning their ways and mastering their skills.
Hunting monsters was part of everyday life, Learning to track, trap and slay with all types of creatures, their weaknesses, strengths and ways to cure ailments they caused. More specifically the Blood Hunters Trained Ravi to control and hone her Lycanthropy.
The rest of the world passed her by. Like many other hunters Ravi never left the Dark woods of The south, Hunters were seen as unusual, unnatural, not treated kindly unless their services were necessary.
Ravi Lived a very slow life, she seemed to age incredibly little, most around her figured it due to some powerful heritage, Completely unnoticed was the war between nations, it was only when the demons poured forth from the gates of Hell did she and the other hunters take up steel.
She wanted to fight but her Guardian, Decota, Forbid it, her training was not yet finished and although she showed great strength, Ravi still had more to learn and Decota would not have a child in war.
Most of the Hunters left that day, only returning occasionally and always in fewer numbers, eventually only a handful returned bringing word of betrayal by Covania and its leaders. Almost all hunters left that day, On the same ships they arrived in generations ago. Ravi stayed behind as her Guardian had not returned and vowed to find him and burry him properly if need be, that was the first day Ravi took flight on Remington's wings, A memory she would hold onto forever.

Pre Narkul
Ravi moved away from a life of brutal slaughtering and taken up hunting treasure instead. Working as the owner of Decota Tales: Rarity Trade & Sale which specializes in the trade of magic items. With her soul partner Remington she has carved a life out for herself.
Her store located In HazelPost. A Covanian City near the Reton Border. She spends the peak of the trade season each year at her store making coin and a name for herself.
Ravi never lets her skills as a hunter dull, during trade she journeys to the nearby dungeons to sharpen her blade and bloodlust. When not at her store she flies on the wings of Remington looking for tough monsters to slay in exchange for coin, Bounties of monsters terrorizing villages, taking part in large hunt seasons, Anything that promises combat.
Tracking prey is Ravi's natural habitat, track, locate, kill. this is what she has done for much of her life and its hard to change. Moving from hunting live creatures to shiny items has helped to a point but normally those items are being guarded by monsters to slay so the thrill of taking life is ever present.

The Narkul Saga
Year 12335 - 12337

A Break from the Maddness
Year 12338 - Present

Before Ravi opened Decota Tails Her time with the Blood-hunter pack taught her skills in hunting, tracking and swordplay. Her skills and impressive mark count eventually earned her the title of slayer. Ravi specializes in the tracking and hunting of monstrosities and unfavorable gods. During her time as a hunter Ravi traveled the lands on Remi's wings hunting down her marks for money as slayers never work for free. A primal urge to fight and overcome many foes. that's what drove Ravi the most, the opportunity to become stronger than anyone else, No more fear, no more worry, anyone that crossed her would meet their end. Ravi was ruthless, Many other hunters blamed it on the WereBeast curse she was born with. In truth it was merely a decade of pent up rage being let loose upon unfortunate creatures.

Monstrosities were Ravi's mark of choice, the most grotesque and unknown of beasts, Slaying creatures such as these was no easy feat even by Hunter standards but Ravi took it with pride, taking hunts solo… well…solo with Remi. Remington had grown up much stronger then ever before. he was fully-grown in a matter of years due to the essence of the pack. Only Remi herd Delta's cries, high above the clouds where no one else could hear she broke down in the calmness and stillness of the thin air. God-Hunter was the title given to her after she started hunting down cults both evil and good. Delta hung the bodies of the dead in a sacred hunter shape as to curse their souls. bound and facing down, the blood of those hung this way drains down back to earth, chaining the souls from passing onto the afterlife, it is an evil burial and should only be saved for those most wicked not deserving the peace of death.

Working in a Group
Remington has been my only adventuring partner for as long as I can remember, so I'm used to making all the decisions, suddenly being put in a situation working with others with their own ideas will be a major adjustment. I am often underestimated due to my appearance. I'm often the loudest in the room and will pick fights with anyone in an effort to show my dominance, I reckon its cause of this I end up in more trouble than I like.

Items of Interest
Shiny Magic weapons are what i live for these days, I love the craftsmanship of a good blade and the story that comes with it.
Becoming a Smith has crossed my mind on multiple occasions however my small body and large amounts of flammable fur mean its not a very suitable occupation.
However I am in the businesses of finding, Trading and selling magic items and that's been a joy.

Marks from the Past
During my time in the pack I have earned my share of scars, The hunters strongly believed in the power of weaving magic into ink. Most if not all Hunters have these types of magic tattoos. They were often rewards for my work

Blood & Rage
I cannot lie, the thrill of the hunt is what beacons me out of bed most days, As soon as a grip a sword I can feel the spark of bloodlust surging within me as the craving to take life fills my mouth.
my blade meeting flesh, the warm splash of blood….its getting me flustered just thinking about it…I tend to loose myself in the heart of combat, when I feel most alive is when I am taking other life….its true beauty…most people think I struggle with my inner beasts but in truth, I love the feeling of cutting free of my binds and letting my anger and hatred loose…we should probably stop talking about it now…

Those who Abandoned
My parents? after the war I Tried to track them down to no avail, I have no idea where they might be now but if I ever do find them I will be sure to make them pay for leaving me alone. The one who raised me, My master, his name was Decota, he found me under the bridge scrapping by on trash to live, he took me in, trained me, gave me a life I could be proud of, a life that was my own.

My Own Hell
For the small work I do I have been tied up in some dramatic nation wide drama. My WereBeast blood is a small bother compared to dealing with civil wars and liches. I am now wanted by a multitude of groups for crimes I am not even sure I actually committed.
Churches reject me, adventures disown me, the people fear me and the nobles think me a disease. its not easy being this wanted.

Meeting Jellal
Its hard to believe there was a time without Jellal. He wandered into my life drunk and confident. I must have had some imprinting effect on him, Even after shutting him down he found me the next day and followed me like a deranged stalker. Fed up with the annoyance I gave him a chance. Six kids and what feels like a lifetime later he still hasn't left me alone.
When we first started dating he was quite the stud. As with most Bards, long lustrous hair, sleek toned body. his hair used to cover his eyes it was so long! But well, Eye candy was nice but I desired something larger. After our first child I heavily encourage the 'Dad Bod' life. I went full house wife mode during these years and it was paying off.
Though life has a way of changing things. I was caught away from home for a number of years our only communication was letters whenever I got the chance.

First Child, Chaos

Unfaitful Twins
I will never regret having Malice or Riza, But as far as they know, Jellal is their father. Carrying twins was an experience for sure. I thought Chaos was a big baby, Holly mama did those two push me further then I thought possible. Maybe its because I was so short.
Malice lives nearby my old shop and wile I was working there everyday I go say hello normally join him for lunch. He has such an appetite.
Vex is a bit more elusive I very rarely see her in person but exchange letters with her constantly. I know she is up to no good but I never press her for details about work.

Elanor, Making up for Lost time
After having the twins I was keen to establish my life. It was only a few days after I had given birth to the Twins Jellal and I went at it. there was never a clear gap between our sessions but the dates line up with then. Elanor, I think I may have pushed her too hard for a normal life.

Grand-Kids