Krevoff Draall - XERES LIVE!

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Basic Information

Full Name

Krevoff Draall

Nickname

"Deadeye"

Race (Grade)

Kharunn (D)

Class

Gunslinger

Height

6'8"

Birthday

Heatwave 10, 1266

Age

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Birthsign

The Sunscale Wyrm

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Bloodline Ability

🔮 Unknown

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Physical Description

Krevoff Draall, newly arrived in Haven

Appearance

Krevoff is a mountain of a Kharunn, broad through the shoulders and thick through the neck, with grey, deeply creased hide and a heavy, scarred snout crowned by a single long horn and a smaller ridge behind it. Forty years and twenty of them spent as a working mercenary have left their marks: old scars along one arm, a chipped edge on the horn, and the permanently squared-off posture of someone who has spent a lot of time standing his ground on purpose. He wears a long, weather-beaten leather duster over a cross-strapped bandolier and a faded red scarf wound loosely at his throat, with worn trousers and heavy boots built for standing in dirt, sand, or blood without much preference between them. Small trophies, a claw, a length of braided cord, a couple of feathers, hang off his belt, souvenirs from a career he doesn't explain unless the drinks are already poured.

Unique Characteristics

Krevoff's rifle, a long, well-oiled piece he calls Bertha, is the single cleanest thing he owns by a wide margin, kept in immaculate condition even when the rest of him looks like he slept in a ditch, which he sometimes has. His hide alone turns aside most glancing blows without him noticing, and he treats this less as a racial advantage and more as a personal point of pride. He chews a bitter root out of habit more than craving, spits when he's thinking, and laughs loudly and often, usually at his own jokes, which he is frequently the only one in the room laughing at.

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Personality & Temperament

Positive Traits

Fiercely protective of anyone he decides is "his people"
Generous to a fault once the drinks start flowing
Unshakeable and calm when things turn violent
Surprisingly gentle with children and animals
Loyal without exception once he's given his word

Challenging Traits

Crude, loud, and utterly unfiltered in mixed company
Flirts shamelessly regardless of the situation
Drinks more than is probably wise, often
Carries a real chip on his shoulder about respect
Picks fights with his mouth before it's necessary

Twenty years I put a bullet exactly where I said I would, and Gelderai thanks me with a fruit basket. A fruit basket! I want a beach and a bottle, is that so much to ask?

You buy the first round, sweetheart, and I'll tell you the one about the time I shot a man's hat clean off his head from four hundred yards. Good story. Mostly true.

Yeah, yeah, I look like I'd eat a man for breakfast. Ask the kid I carried eleven miles out of a burning camp if that's the whole picture.

Likes

A good bottle and better company
Being underestimated right before he isn't
Kids who aren't scared off by the horn
A clean rifle and a dirty joke
Sun on his hide and sand under his boots

Dislikes

Being told to "act more professional"
Cheap liquor
People who hurt things smaller than them
Politeness that's really just condescension
Being thanked with anything that isn't coin or booze

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Background & History

A Kristofferson Kid

Krevoff was born and raised in Kristofferson, and it shows in every single thing he says. Kristofferson runs loud, fast, and direct, a city where nobody has time to dress up an opinion before handing it to you, and Krevoff absorbed that attitude down to the bone. He grew up scrappy, quick with his mouth long before he was quick with a rifle, and left home at twenty with a chip on his shoulder, a decent gun, and no particular plan beyond proving he could make it on his own terms.

Twenty Years a Gun for Hire

He became a mercenary a little over twenty years ago, and turned out to be very good at it. Krevoff can put a shot exactly where he intends to at a range most people wouldn't bother attempting, and he has made a long, steady living on that accuracy, guard contracts, escort work, the occasional job nobody wanted to ask too many questions about. He's tough, he's dependable under fire, and underneath the crude jokes and the constant flirting is someone who has quietly pulled more people out of bad situations than he'll ever bring up unprompted.

A Decade Nobody Noticed

Krevoff spent the last ten years under contract in and around Gelderai, and by any honest accounting he did excellent work there, reliable, skilled, and genuinely valuable to the people who hired him. Gelderai, however, is a city that measures things in centuries, and a forty-year-old outsider mercenary's decade of solid work barely registers as a blip against that timescale. He was never mistreated, exactly. He was just never really seen, and after ten years of that, the distinction stopped mattering to him.

Heading for the Coast

Krevoff has decided, in the blunt, immediate way he decides most things, that he's done being underappreciated for a while and would like a beach, a drink, and absolutely no responsibilities instead. Word reached him that Rokoura was a coastal trade city with sand, good ale, and no shortage of taverns, which was more than enough to make up his mind. He's making his way there now, rifle cleaned, trophies packed, and no plan whatsoever beyond finding somewhere sunny to sit down for a while.

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Goals & Aspirations

To Do Absolutely Nothing for a While

Krevoff's stated plan for Rokoura is refreshingly simple: drink, relax, flirt with anyone willing to be flirted with, and not take a single contract for as long as he can afford not to. He's earned it, or at least he's decided he has, and he intends to enjoy every minute of doing nothing productive whatsoever.

To Be Seen, Eventually

He won't say this part out loud, but underneath the talk of beaches and booze, Krevoff is hoping that wherever he lands next actually notices him, the work he does, the people he looks out for, in a way Gelderai never quite managed to. He's not in a hurry to go looking for that. He's hoping it finds him instead, once he's done resting.

To Find People Worth Sticking Around For

Twenty years of contract work has left Krevoff with plenty of acquaintances and very few people he'd call his. He's hoping, without admitting to hoping it, that a slower life somewhere new gives him the chance to actually put down roots with a few people worth the trouble, instead of moving on before anyone gets close enough to matter.

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Current Status & Relationships

Residence

Rokoura

Role

Gunslinger

ATTENTION!

Krevoff is newly arrived in Haven, having left twenty years of mercenary work and a decade in Gelderai behind him after concluding he was never going to be properly appreciated there. He is headed for Rokoura looking for nothing more than a beach, a drink, and some peace and quiet, and has no reputation or contacts in the city yet. He is loud, crude, and constantly flirting, but underneath it he is a deeply capable and dangerous gunslinger, deadly accurate at range and unshakeable in a real fight, with a genuine soft spot for anyone smaller or more vulnerable than himself. He is not looking for trouble right now. He also will not walk away from it if it finds someone he's decided to protect.