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 Lounge 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.

Year 11,760 - 3rd Friday - Highsun - 11,766
Born in a small shack on the outskirts of Rairest, To parents who's names and details remain shrouded in haze. Ravi remembers very little about those few years she had with a mother and father. Her mother was a Hell-Spawn while her father was a Lycanthrope. They both had blazing crimson hair like her own but outside of that the details are lost. She never learned their names, Mother and Father is all she knew them by before she was cast out before her 5th birthday.
The fate of Ravi's parents are unknown to this day.

Year 11,766 - 11,772
Ravi would spend her early years on the streets of Rairest. She was cunning, with a will to survive and cursed with abnormal abilities from her lineage. A Menace in town she would steal food and supplies constantly over the years. The Town never able to track down her hiding place but some of the town took pity on her so the drive to brig her in was minute at best.
But everything has a breaking point, wen the new mayor of the town was elected one of is promises was to get rid of the 'Feral Crimson Child' for good! and so a trio of BloodHunters was called in.

Looking back on it. It certainly seemed like over kill. but for the time Bloodunters were still new in Covania, their skills and stories were only whispers at this time and they would often advertise their services as bounty hunters or simply 'Hunters' to get a wider birth of clients. Though the work was often well bellow their skills, Some money was better than no money.

The BloodHunters met with the mayor and within the afternoon tracked down Ravi to her hidey hole. Yet predictably, Despite what the monstrous killers BloodHunters would come to be known for, they wouldn't kill a kid.
“Decota…she is just a Kid. we are not really gonna-”
“Jeeze of course not, I'm just thinking..You see it to Rolda?”
“Yea…her eyes. Cursed for sure and not one that can be removed. I would guess Lycanthropy from her animal asthetics.”
“aye. i was thinking the same…hmmmmm. Hey..Kid whats your name?”
“I Its Ravi”
“Say Ravi, Ima get you outta her okay? you mind coming wit me?”
On that day, the BloodHunter known as Decota would adopt the young Ravi and take her with him on his journey to come.

Year 11,772 - 11,805
Over the next few decades Ravi would become Decota's Adoptive daughter. The time was spent learning and experiencing in a life as a BloodHunter. Learning their ways, the culture, the skills and honing her abilities. The basics of survival, racking, hunting then moving on to more advance teachings as she mastered each skill.
Tracking skills became hunting skills, Which became skills to kill. Eventually the obvious question was asked. Why not make her a BloodHunter herself?
Ravi is already a Lycanthrope and she has shown skill in the ways of a Blooduter all that was really needed is the Ritual to enable the curse to advance further. To Gain greater power from it, But her adoptive father Decota was hesitant. Their relationship had blossomed into a true father daughter. Decota was protective and Ravi was wanting to be more like him, His taboo abilities and dangerous work, She wanted to be a part of that life.

There was alot of back and forth over those crucial months, The Training Ravi could undertake was slowly drying up and despite Decota's attempts, Ravi wanted to expand her skills as a BloodHunter, Not a Fighter or Ranger. Like any father Decota's resolve was not limitless and would cave to Ravi's request.
Ravi was to undertake the BloodHunter Ritual But, Once the ritual was complete Decota will take her on a long adventure to The Hollow Cliffs. a Journey that would give her first hand experience as well as be some good bonding time for the two.

Year 11,805 - 12,114
The Long Journey and Meeting Remington

Year 12,114 - 12,264
TBD

Year 12,264 - 12,271

Year 12,271 - 12,286

Year 12,286

Year 12,288 - 12,335
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.

Year 12,335

Year 12,335 - 12,337

Year 12,337 - 12,339

Cardinal Sin Lounge

Year 12,339

Working Alone, Being the Centre of Attention
Back when I was a Slayer I never dreamed of working wit others, Aside from Remington of course. Things were just better when it was just us, nobody to pull out of trouble, no extra variables to count for. But as time went on I realized how lonely that all was. Suddenly I wanted to be surrounded by people, Friends and family.
Somewhere along the line tat turned into a desire for any sort of attention, I guess thats what makes me such a good Lady for Ezekiel.

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. 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

Grand-Kids