Draknyva - Avian

Name
Draknyva Darkens

Age
21

Residence
Nomad; The Verge

Family
Orphan, Parents killed by Erasers

Weapons
Martial Arts, hands, wings, feet, legs, arms, hair

Powers
Yes

Companion
None yet

Image
None yet

Hair
Black hair, down to the back of his knees, usually kept in a braid

Eyes
Black all around, irises, whites, pupils, every part of the eye is black

Wings
Pure black wings with a slight purple sheen to them, 14 ft wingspan. Carrion Crow DNA

Body
Standing at an impressive 8' 2" tall, a slender, lean, but muscular build, Draknyva has broader shoulders than normally would be found in Avian kind. He height is due mostly to his legs, which take up half of his body. His hair is pitch black, also with a purple sheen that is found on his wings, and it goes down to the backs of his knees, and he usually has it pulled back into a braid. He spends most of his time in the air, constantly trying to fly higher and higher, so his arms are much more muscular than his legs. He has an angular face, which, through the trials and tribulations he has endured, has left him with an almost permanent scowl on his face. He has a scar going across his face, from his left temple down to the right side of his chin, and many more not able to be seen because of his clothes.

Clothing
Making his own clothing, Draknyva wears only black. He hasn't grown very much in the past few years, so he thinks he has reached his last growth spurt. With that in mind, Draknyva has a few sets of clothing that he carries with him in a specially made backpack that goes on his back, between his wings, and clips in the front around his waist. He has a few black shirts, black pants, for the rare occasion that he is on the ground around other people, he has one pair of black shoes and one pair of black socks. He also has a few feet of black rope he braided himself out of some of his hair that he uses to tie his hair together.

Other
Other than the scar on his face, Draknyva has too many scars to count, though he could tell you the story that goes with each and every one.

Abilities and Personality

Special Powers
1. Carbon hair(all hair as strong as diamond)
2. Superbrain(self explanatory. if not, think of the son on No ordinary family, and/or Shikamaru off of Naruto)

Natural Talents
Knitting, sewing, cobbling, Hand to Hand combat/Martial Arts, infiltration, recon, Stealth, Stoicism(No emotions)

Personality
Being as stoic as Draknyva is, he has very little personality to those that don't know him. And there are very few alive that know him. He reacts to people in the way they present themselves. He takes you at face value, until he gets up close, that is, within his line and range of sight. His brain works at speeds faster then anything currently on the planet, which has helped him immensly. Once he sees you, hu can tell you anything you want to know about yourself, through reading your body language, your mannerisms, the way you talk, there is no detail that escapes his eye. And with his brain being the way it is, he has a photographic memory, so you can be sure you will never be forgotten. If you are ever able to gain his trust in the slightest, you have gained a very powerful ally.


Strengths
Agility
Speed
Analytical ability
Strategy
thinks of every possible outcome, within his normal paramaters

Weaknesses
Not much of a people person
Very critical of anyone he meets
Always overthinks things
Thinks there is no one out there for him
No friends alive

Likes
Being alone
Flying
Hunting
Hiding
Thinking

Dislikes
Impulsive people
Crowds
being 'grounded' for an extended period of time
Crowds
People who don't listen to him

Catch Phrase
"I told you so"
"You should've listened to me"
"I told you that in the first place"

History
Having been living in the area of the Verge all his young life, his parents constantly going off to fight Erasers, always leaving him to wonder if they would come back. One day, they didn't. He knew what to do then. He may have only been eight years old, but as always, he knew what to do. He packed up his belongings, the few scraps of food that were left in the makeshift house that he had always called home, and flew away, never looking back. He had always been this way, always knowing things he shouldn't have any idea about, never really having any feelings. It was called being stoic or without emotion. His parents were aware that he was the way he was, but they let him grow up pretty much on his own. They couldn't teach him anything he didn't already know.

Since his 'Flight' as he had grown to call it, Draknyva made his way through the Verge, trying to survive on his own. Always staying away from settlements, whether they were Avian or Eraser, hunting his own food, making his own clothes. Fighting his own battles...

He always thought that he could never be outsmarted. Never be caught off guard. That night changed that line of thinking right quick for him. He was sleeping on a ledge on a very steep cliff, where he thought that no one could reach him, by any means. He was in the Verge, his Home, no one could get him here. He knew the area like he knew every feather on his body. But that single Eraser had spotted him flying that previous night, heading back to his 'perch'. The following night, they struck.

They had come during the day, while Draknyva was enjoying the one thing that brought him happiness: Flying the thermals. They caught him in his sleep, quieter than an owl swooping in for the kill of a field mouse. They bound and gagged him, apparently not wanting to kill him right away. He was still young, so they must've thought he wouldn't be able to do them any harm. He thought they were right.

That was, until his bindings were suddenly cut, and the 'hands' clutching him suddenly let go with a yelp of pain. Draknyva had no idea what had happened, until one of them snarled, "'ey, that kids 'air is kinda funny! It cut me! It cut 'is ropes too!" He then noticed a sheen on his arms, his legs, everywhere on his body that was covered with hair: It had blood on it, and it seemed solid instead of individual strands! Taking advantage of the confusion, Draknyva ran, and sprung into the air, away from the Erasers.

When he got to another one of his 'perches' a few miles away, and hidden in a cliff face, a few yards from the entrance, Draknyva examined the hair on his head. It was still as solid looking as it had been before, but to his touch, it was as soft as usual. But when he let it fall, it actually scraped the rock beneath him! He experimented with it, found he could remove it voluntarily, and could also make a shield from it, go through solid rock, lay under it and not be seen, as long as it was at night, if he positioned himself just right under it, no light could get through. He did many things with his hair over the years, finally mastering all of its intricacies after only a decade. Now 21, Draknyva is still flying around the Verge, his home, defending what he can from the Erasers.

Approved !