Ravictavius

[Ravictavius]

Full Name: Ravictavius, no last name
Nicknames: Rav, Ravi
Age: 20
Race: Undead/Forsaken
Gender: Male
Hair: None
Skin: Pale white
Eyes: None
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 130lbs
Place of residence: Dalaran
Place of Birth: Andorhal
Known Relatives: None
Occupation: Rogue/Assassin
Group/Guild affiliation: A Taste For Death
Guild Rank: New Blood
Enemies: Alliance
Likes: Killing, killing, more killing, and a good drink with stories
Favorite Foods: People in general
Favorite Drinks: Bourbon
Weapons of Choice: Daggers
Dislikes: Beggers, those who have no will to save themselves
Hobbies: See "Likes"
Positive Personality Traits: Generally nice to everyone, unless they come to him with a bad attitude, which is rare, but does happen. Is willing to answer people's questions and give them tips.
Negative Personality Traits: Has an insane side, that just wants to kill, could honestly care less of others.

[Pearlle]

*grins wickedly and sucks her teeth*

This one is very special. His knowledge in killing covers all classes, to at least a competent degree. One almost has to wonder if he has in some past lifetime been everything possible or imaginable! He just knows that much.

*squints her eyes, still grinning*

I challenged him to make me afraid, not something a living or undead person can do very easily.

*nods slowly*

He succeeded. I was indeed afraid. Still am. And he's the first to have that privilege.

[zavierra]

*fidgest nervously* Uh huh... yeah, I know him......... *stays silent for a long time* Ummm.... Ask Pearlle! Cause uhh... the Orphanage needs me! *runs away in a panic*

[Rohan Orcslayer]

I challenged him to make me afraid, not something a living or undead person can do very easily.

*nods slowly*

He succeeded. I was indeed afraid. Still am. And he's the first to have that privilege.

((Hehe, Liar.))

Rohan looks over the picture, "Another corpse possessed with the vile art of necromancy... I wouldn't say I know him. But the coward did give me a few backstabs to remember him by... I'm pretty damn sure that if it weren't for his Death Knight friend swinging at me, I would have cut through him like butter."

[Betrayl]

-grazes her pointed canines over her lower lip- oh yes, Ravictavius, one of the unforsaken. I have ran into him a few times. Interiguig fellow although he seems to fance my ribs -looks around- which I would like for them to stay where they are.

-pets Blade on the neck- I do beilive I have had the honor of seeing this, rogue, in action while moving threw Darkshire. -shivers- must say I do not want to be on the other end of his blades...-squints her eyes, placeing a finge to her lower lip- ...then again... -deep in thought speaking aloud- "wonder if it was Izlude" -refocuses- Oh those pesky Rogues, I can never be sure.

-nods- Well I must be off, much to do and little time. -gives a swift kick to Blade, riding off through the archway of Silvermoon-