Ravage
Pet Name: Ravage
Owner: Sciger
Theme / Type: Terror Kratork
Born: February 25, 2010
Gender: Male
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 4
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Ravage's Story
Few know of the beast that inhabits the darkest depths of Banshee Swamp. Sure, all manner of nasty creatures meander about but this exceptional monster has a temper like no other. Creatures that get too close when he's in his usual bad mood often end up being his next meal. It doesn't matter how cute, helpless or kind they are, all beings are the same to him. Seldom is he caught off guard, murmuring in clicks and growls to himself as if constantly fearing attack from something larger than he.
No one is quite sure as to how his temper became so foul and heart so cold but one version goes a bit like this...
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Not terribly long ago, perhaps even on a Tuesday, a human by the name of Jolinar's life was changed forever.
He wasn't a whole lot different from many other people. He played as a child, loved by his parents simply for existing. His teenage years included growing up, getting in trouble, having moments of rebelliousness that would quickly be stamped out by authority. As his body grew, his mind matured and began to understand the facts of life. He tried to gain as much an education as one could living as a middle class human in the Mistica Kingdom Village. Occasionally, Jolinar would stumble across the lone, travelling lirionox that passed by them every so often for supplies. It was nice earning a quick bit of cash by fetching what he needed.
Then, he met the love of his life. A woman who had a role like no other: placing those who broke the law and sought to cause chaos into imprisonment. He felt himself swept off his feet every time she walked by, his mind going blank so that he couldn't make a proper sentence. It took him many tries to get her attention and ask if she would have dinner with him. Albeit, the event went disastrously to him including ruined food, a rude waiter and general mishaps. Ready to leave in defeat, she took his hand and insisted that she had a wonderful time, asking when the next dinner date was.
Things went nicely from there, their love blossoming as the weeks passed as if they were mere minutes. Soon, she was requested to go to Banshee Swamp to get some control over a black market trade of misticpets being sold into slavery. Jolinar insisted on joining them so that they could have dinner at the Spooky Creations shop that he heard about. While it wasn't a pleasant dinner after the raid, they still had a great time examining and sampling exotic and sometimes gag-worthy dishes. After their strange feast, he proposed to her that they might be wed. She gladly accepted as their happiest moment together.
That night as they set out to return to an inn for some well-needed rest, they were ambushed and taken by imps led by a particularly unkind anthropomorphic haruba. He was disgusted that she had stopped his illegal trade and decided to see fit that it did not happen again. Along with several others of her team, they were scourged while Jolinar could only watch helplessly. His cries and pleas went unheard as she passed out from the pain and shock.
It went on for hours and hours, waiting until those that fell unconscious woke up only to be ravaged again by their cruel, torturous weapons. Jolinar had fallen hoarse from his pleas to make them leave her alone. Then, the unthinkable happened and he was helpless to stop it. Her wounds were too deep and too harsh, her final breath escaping her lungs and she moved no more.
Jolinar remembered nothing more than a furious rage engulfing his very soul as he found the strength to escape his bond. However, the pain of being held on his knees for so long was enough that he lacked strength to walk right. All he felt was pain on the left side of his face, chest and his back as he too was scourged. Then they dumped him on the ground and left him to die with the rest of his fiancee's team.
It took a while for Officer Coppa's squad to discover that they were now missing. After 48 agonizing hours, they arrived and searched Banshee Swamp, soon finding the tragic scene. Jolinar was barely breathing when he was discovered as the sole survivor. Tenderly moving him, he was rushed to get medical attention and perhaps tell his story as to what happened.
It took 2 long weeks for Jolinar to awaken and give what details he could. They did all the could but could not discover their attackers as his details were vague and descriptions next to useless. Their only clue was a deep, scarring wound on his left shoulder, a symbol of the attackers. Jolinar figured that if he found them himself, he would be able to take justice where law enforcement refused to do so.
He sought out the works of Zulime and her essences. He wished to be changed into a beast of power so he might take matters into his own hands. At drastic cost, her power succeeded and the elderly belgaroth gave him what he desired.
Jolinar set out on his own, conducting his own investigation as a kratork. His tracking enabled him to discover many of those he was certain was involved and slaughtered them like animals. His rage and thirst for vengeance was too great and innocents fell in just as many number as the suspects. Officer Coppa sent down many guards to protect the innocent civilians of Banshee Swamp from his violent outbursts. Finally, he fled from the village into the darkest depths of the swamp.
The investigation into his fiancee's death will likely never be finished. The suspects to the case were ravaged by him. He no longer responds to any name, his mind regressing to that of a beast. An interview with Zulime revealed that transformations from human to misticpet is not well understood and tends to go awry. She believes it likely that the transformation is repressing much of his human mind, leaving only an anger that he cannot understand and a thirst for blood that cannot be quenched.
Perhaps this is why they call him Ravage.
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