Lavana
Details
Full Name: Lavana
Race: Rathari
Sex: Female
Age: 200
Height: 6'5
Weight: 250lb
Birthdate: Old
Birthplace: Kalzasi
Profession: Enforcer
Housing: The ocean
Partners: None
Titles: Cultist
Factions:
Fluencies: none
Conversationals: none
Ineptitudes: Common
Appearance
Zoan Appearance
Her humanoid form takes on the appeance of a toss up between a runty mortallan and a dreskai. Built like a physically imposing elf, there is a certain unnatural heir about the size and definition of her muscle mass which is both bulky and sleak. She still retains a shreded feminin figure however it's the freakish genetics that are the dominant trait of her true self. The dreskai appearance stops at long fin like ears. Her skin tone is a shade of tan followed up with pitch black eyes and long untamed blonde hair. Her teeth are savagely sharp while her fingernails are clawlike. Her body often naked is adorned with runes of both vitalis and kinetics. Her overall appearance is unique but her defining trait is both raw and primordial, savage yet elegant the humanoid form blessed by one of the oceans fiercest apex predators.
Lycanthrope.
Both beautiful in design and in practice. The merger of humanoid form with that of the great white. No longer distinguishable as a humaoid female her body is shaped and tapered more like a shark. Her monstrous form engorged with freakish strength and size. Surprisingly swift and agile her face is like that of a carnivor with brutal rows of dagger like teeth, the maw wide enough to wrap around a man and saw him in half. An abominable horror for those caught in claw or jaw but a true marvel of clock work engineering. A were-shark
Beast
A dire great white shark, a true leviathan of the oceans depths.
Personality
Quiet and reserved Lavana is an explorer at heart preferring to be aloof, lost in wanderlust. She enjoys the oceans depths and cruising in serene silence as she hunts to her hearts delight. She is instinct driven, cunning and a calculated predator. Her world is as untamed and free as she herself is. No laws of man have followed the Rathari to the depths. And those that do brave the water, treading beneath the waves abide by the law of nature and she is the apex predator. Living a life of almost total isolation has degraded and impaired her ability to communicate.
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History
There was a time she wanted to explore human nature. The path she chose was the way of the fist, and martial arts had become her fundamental way of life and moral compass. As she steadily progressed she only thirsted for more and as she sharpened her skill she honed her body to become a formidable weapon. Her superior natural attributes in her Zoan form had been further cultivated by hard work and dedication to physical fitness and yet she still wanted more. It started with Kinetics using the Flux to take things a step further and enhance technique of movement in proper form to achieve astounding physical feats. Her knuckles were starting to make a name for themselves as she bloodied them in pugilistic pursuits often in sport for coin or crime for fun and coin. Her care free nature and aptitude for violence caught the attention of the menders, they seemed to know an awful lot about her to the point of uncomfortably offering her exactly what she wanted in a way she simply couldnt refuse. For a while the menders took her in and treated her like family, she was one of them and that's how she viewed her golden age.
The impurities of mortals was why the world was in the shape that it is, she drank in what they preached. It was not her that was broken, no the world itself was broken and Ransera needed to be purged. The rhetoric sank in day by day and the street urchin found herself indoctrinated by her peers as she shared there beliefs as there words hit like a narcotic that washed the pain away.
Until one day they came looking for a favor and told her a guy needed to be dealt with. Asking questions and causing problems for there family, and sure enough the rathari was quick to oblige.
She never forgot her first time treading the water, assaulting the small boat or gulping down her quarry as her endless maw of razor sharp teeth shredding the meat and bone like confetti under the cover of darkness.
From that point forward everything changed
She developed a taste for it one might say, as the cult began to give her more jobs. It was never anyone high profile it was usually a person at the wrong place at the wrong time on the docks. But she was a loyal soldier until one day they offered her something extraordinary. The promise of power of strength like nothing she'd ever seen before, there sales pitch was that this would change everything.
The procedure of the rune at least what she recalled before passing out was somewhere between being literally cut open from the belly as new organs began to form requiring the removal of dead organs and tissue. She was aided by other menders that fished out the dead from her stomach. Out with the old and in with the new, there were truly no words to describe being ripped apart and being born anew all in one fell swoop. It had gone on for hours as her body was trapped in perpetual unraveling but as her metamorphosis completed the rune on her lower back swelled with power and she was constantly tapped into it. Her flesh mended and sealed itself complete. Of course she wasn't sure what was worse agonizing through being scooped out or being forced to look at what once used to be herself in a rotting pile.
Her life from that point on was hunt and kill at her masters discretion, it was a rinse and repeat routine. Using her strength in the ocean to dispatch unwitting victims that had dug too deep into the menders affairs and had become unwitting victims of the cult.
But as time passed so too did her golden age, as her grievance over her peers that fed on crystals grew. In there efforts to hide, they denied the very existence of their being. What worth was a tiger that that gnawed upon a carrot ? They disgraced the hunt, and there was something about that which truly bothered her. The menders in her opinion had turned there backs on the natural order. Her utopia of a wild hunt, to feast upon prey, to gorge on the kill.
One night she went on a mission did her job and simply swam away some some fifty blue moons ago.