Raviv

Valera (Aunt, acting as his guardian)

Sigmundr, Rhea, Felicity (Cousins)

## Application Sheet

Raviv was a gray-furred male wolf with ash-colored eyes. He was the nephew of Lady Valera, who took leadership of Fellfang after her mate Lincoln died in the Hive Wars - he never had the chance to meet his uncle, though. Valera acts now as his guardian and he as the older brother to her children, Sigmundr, Felicity, and Rhea. His story is just beginning. Raviv was created and RP'd by goosened.

## Personality

Incisive - Reliable - Clever - Methodical - Realistic - Witty - Lawful - Aloof - Blunt - Offhand - Cynical

In his short life, the white raven of fortune Eir has never smiled upon Raviv. He, left to his own devices, has formed into a guarded, deliberate soul whose devotion to survival is matched only by his cynicism.

When he has grown up only able to rely upon himself, he is most often alone and seldom calls upon others for help. Raised to think his very presence is a burden, the idea of asking for help greatly troubles him, for he believes that his life was a cross to bear. He lives a self-reliant life, for that’s all he has; the knowledge that life itself is a burden, and it is up to him to carry the weight.

And yet, there he was, a Grun now infiltrating the ranks of Fellfang. He is still uncertain of how this came to be, and holds resentment towards his father for bonding him to a pack. Deep-down, he knows he cannot truly care for himself, that growing up as a loner would turn him into a stranger whose only value is surviving to the next day. And so, he stays.

His youth was defined by the war tormenting the Domain, forcing him to never lay down roots in any given spot. When one home was discovered, it was destroyed, and it was time to move on to the next. Even despite himself, he is quick to abandon even something meaningful at the moment of failure, feeling that self-preservation is more important than sentiment. The changing world is a dangerous one. The only way to survive is to adapt and move on before it is too late.

Though he carries himself gingerly and with watchful eyes, he is in fact very awkward. He grew up without many - well, any - friends, and as a result he never knows what to say or how to connect with those around him. It can be said that Raviv has a very low emotional intelligence, and is just now learning in a juvenile age how to interact with others on a meaningful level. Blunt with words, Rav sees no value in white lies thinly veiled as politeness. If something must be said, then let it be said. Some see this act as genuine; others, insensitive. While this is not his intention, his bond with the harsh truth is one that cannot be severed.

His heart is heavy from this lack of connection, and whether he knows it or not he carries a void in his chest that has never been filled. He feels deeply and - despite himself - loves deeply, but tends to love from a distance. It is a great struggle to show his true feelings, despite his bluntness, and has yet to learn healthy ways to do so, and furthermore, healthy ways to vent emotion.

He is deeply protective of his decisions and free will, and struggles to give up control even if it benefits him. He has learned that control over oneself is all you have, so he clings to that one truth even if it comes at a cost. He will fight for decisions that are his own, has trouble taking feedback even from those who are wiser than he, just because he is reluctant to give up what little he has.

Despite all of this, he is apt at one form of communication: humor. He utters sarcasm and follows through with a dark sense of humor, a turn-off to even those who have tried to get close to him.

Raviv is a good wolf, even if he struggles to see it. Even if those around him struggle to see it. Despite all the challenges in his life, he has been set upon a good path in Fellfang, should he take it. It may take time, trials, and patience, but one day he will learn his own value and find a home.

## Pre-Group History

Raviv claims he cares little for what happened before the torrential downpour on the summer day of his birth. Even from that very day, trouble was his birthright, and it would chase him endlessly. That day, his mother, Valya, was alone, cursed with a single whelp who would not likely survive the powerful storm. But he would live, despite everything. So she named him Raviv, raindrops, for the storm that bore him.

From that moment on, she cared for him; it was only her and her son. She was not warm, not to him, but she was practical, a fact he learned to respect. She ensured he was fed and healthy, something not every wolf was fortunate enough to have, especially with the rotting-white ghouls which circled them. Valya taught him to protect himself best she could, keeping him on the move to avoid detection.

When a close encounter left Valya injured, his mother knew she could not take care of him forever. And that was when she took him aside and looked him deep in the eyes, an ash-colored gaze they shared, and told him the location of his father. “If,” she said, “anything should happen to me, travel north to old Havir where mountains meet the sea and the earth is scorched black. That is where you will find your father.”

Not long after, she was slain. It only took a minute, a storm of white wolves enveloped her and Ravi was barely able to escape with his life.

It took some time, but with the help of some friendly loners, he found the place. And there, his father, Seth, member of a small band struggling to survive, met him for the first time. The whelp was hardly more than a scrap nearly starving, but there was no denying it, Raviv was his flesh and blood. Seth and Valya were hardly more than strangers, and now Seth knew he had to pay the price for their… encounter, and ensure Raviv survived. Seth owed that to him, at least. But he was not suited to be a father, nor did he want to. Seth never had to say it, but Raviv saw it in his father’s eyes: his birth was a mistake, and he, a burden soon to be dealt with. It was only a matter of time.

In the time they were together, it would be true to say Seth and Raviv got to know each other well, but impermanence hung over them like a cloud, clipped their words, drove a rift between them.

But, he thought, such was life. You can’t grow too attached to one person, one place, one idea. Before you knew it, it would be time to move on.

Without telling his son much, Seth led them on a journey South. Raviv would soon learn that a great battle was occurring there, that the great packs of the Domain were converging at a single point. Ravi knew his father enough to know this was out of character for him; joining the battle was not an act of honor or decency, something else was going through his mind.

There, Seth instructed him to stay hidden in an old badger’s den along the side of a river. Raviv could hear the sounds of battle, rallying cries, sobs of pain, howls for vengeance, all from his lonely ditch. Water ran into the gully, and with it came the smell of blood running like the river. He stayed still.

A day later, when the rain had cleared, Seth roused Raviv. The territory was silent, shrouded in heavy mist. **“Come with me. There’s a pack that will take you.”**

**“A pack?”** Raviv flattened his ears. **“You can’t be serious.”**

**“Don’t argue with me. Come on. It’s what’s best for you.”**

And that was how he found himself under the wing of the kind and just Jarl of Fellfang, Valera. His aunt, and Seth’s sister. Ravi would never see his father again, but it wasn’t much of a loss, just another change. He felt an odd sort of connection with Valera, even from the limited time they’d spent together. For once in his life, he felt like someone was not a stranger. And that felt good. Maybe he could get used to this life.

## Trivia

* The most unsettling feature, to some, is a resting smile, though in his eyes there is seldom a twinkle of sincerity.
* Raviv will NEVER forget a compliment. He hears a compliment, he will remember forever and cherish it.
* Raviv hates feeling "observed" in other words, wolves looking at him. It makes him feel as if he is on display, and he hates it. However, he has no issue studying OTHER wolves.
* When meeting another wolf, Raviv defaults to saying, "It's nice to meet you, Name," every single time.

## Quotes

* "Wolves move in and out of your life, and there’s only so much you can do about it. Change is inevitable.” - Raviv in Fishes out of Water

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* goosened's deviantART Gallery