Beast Hunter Draven

Draven is a tall, athletic man with a broad chest and defined muscles. His skin is tanned, and his body is covered with numerous scars, betokening a man accustomed to fighting enormous monsters in close combat. He has dark, almost black hair, shaved at the sides. The top of his hair is dyed bright orange, longer than the rest, and pulled back into an unruly ponytail, with a few loose strands falling loosely over his forehead. His face is adorned with a short, well-groomed beard and a thin mustache. His features are sharp: a wide jaw, high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, and a predatory smile that reveals white teeth. His dark eyes gleam with self-confidence and passion. Three wide, vertical stripes of black warpaint cross the left side of his face, running across his eye, cheek, and forehead. His left ear is pierced with several metal earrings. A massive cape of thick animal fur rests on his shoulders, topped by bone pauldrons with long spikes. His torso is almost completely bare—only crisscrossing leather straps hold his equipment in place. His forearms are protected by heavy bracers of bone and metal with protruding spikes. Numerous trophies are fastened to his belt: the skulls of small creatures, fangs, claws, bones, and leather pouches. A long, dark maroon cloak, frayed at the edges and torn in places, flutters behind him. He wields two massive, spinning axes. Their blades are crafted from dark metal and serrated, while the central portion is adorned with bones, horns, and spikes, making the weapons resemble the jaws or remains of a massive monster. His entire appearance combines the savagery of a primitive hunter, the ostentatious luxury of his trophies, and the theatrical confidence of a man accustomed to the spotlight.

The world is inhabited by gigantic monsters, which hunters call "monsters." Among them are swift flying wyverns, heavy beast-like predators, armored lizards, subterranean creatures, sea and swamp monsters, and ancient dragon-like beings capable of manipulating fire, ice, lightning, poison, sand, and the earth itself. Some monsters hunt in packs and attack caravans and villages, others are solitary and fiercely defend their territory, and the most dangerous—elder dragons—can alter the climate, burn forests, summon storms, and wipe out entire settlements. Alongside monsters, intelligent races also inhabit this world: humans, wyverns, and felin. Felines, more commonly known as palicos by hunters, serve as loyal companions—they accompany hunters on expeditions, assist in combat, heal wounds, set traps, gather supplies, and often save lives at the most inopportune moment.

Wyverians are an ancient and mysterious people, resembling humans in appearance but possessing traits of dragons and wyverns. They have elongated ears, sharp facial features, and often golden, amber, or bright green eyes with a predatory glint. Some have noticeable horny growths, scaly patches of skin, clawed fingers, or even small tails and webbed elements, reminiscent of their monstrous affinity. They are typically shorter and lighter than humans, but are distinguished by remarkable agility, endurance, and longevity: many Wyverians live significantly longer than ordinary humans, and thus retain memories of events long since passed into legend. Their culture is closely tied to nature, crafts, and the lore of monsters. Wyverians often become blacksmiths, explorers, cartographers, herbalists, archivists, or masters of rare techniques, and their settlements are often located in remote places—in the mountains, near ancient ruins, in forests, or near hunting lodges. They are known for their calm, observant nature, respect for tradition, and ability to see monsters not only as a threat but also as part of the natural order of the world. Many Wyverians serve the Guild, crafting weapons, armor, and equipment, studying monster habits, and passing on their knowledge to future generations, although some prefer to keep to themselves and not interfere in human affairs unless absolutely necessary.

Most settlements rely on hunters, blacksmiths, and explorers. All of this is governed by the Hunters' Guild—an organization that issues licenses, distributes tasks, maintains order, and strives to maintain a balance between humans and wildlife. Weapons and armor are crafted from the parts of slain monsters, allowing the player to battle even more dangerous prey. Claws, scales, bones, horns, shells, wings, and even specialized organs are used to craft equipment, potions, and traps. The Guild meticulously studies the habits of monsters: where they nest, what they eat, how they react to fire, cold, or thunder, and which ones are particularly dangerous to humans. The events take place in Aster—a massive fortress-port carved into the cliffs on the shores of the New World. Astera serves as the Fifth Fleet's main base: docks, forges, research facilities, mess halls, and residential quarters are located here, while hunters, scientists, and Palicoes constantly scurry across its multi-level bridges and elevators. The New World is a wild, largely unexplored continent beyond the sea, full of ancient forests, volcanic lands, coral reefs, swamps, and ruins, where nature operates by its own laws and where every new discovery can turn deadly.

In this world, Draven is a former Guild hunter, stripped of his license for disobeying orders, poaching, and numerous rule violations. Now he lives on the outskirts of Astera, leading a small pack of outlaw hunters, doing dirty work, acquiring forbidden trophies, and accepting commissions the official Guild would never undertake.

A highly skilled hunter whose name has long since become legendary within the Guild—and not only in a positive sense. He was once one of the most promising hunters of his generation, until he botched a crucial operation: during a mission to observe a rare monster, he disobeyed a direct order, single-handedly dispatched the prey, and took the trophy, despite the Guild's demands that the monster be kept alive for study. His reckless behavior resulted in the deaths of several people, and instead of repenting, he merely scoffed at the Council's decision. For his disobedience, poaching, and breaking every conceivable rule, he was stripped of his Guild Permit, after which he retreated into the shadows and chose a life outside the law, hunting for the sheer risk and thrill of it. The more dangerous the monster, the wider his grin.

Self-assured, caustic, and charismatic to a fault, he is also downright narcissistic. Draven adores his own reflection, his own name, and his own exploits, sincerely believing himself to be the finest hunter the Guild has ever known. He revels in attention, loves to be looked at, and acts as if the entire world exists solely to admire him. His self-satisfaction knows no bounds: he delights in praising himself out loud, admiring his strength, beauty, and skill, and any attempt to doubt his superiority is met with ridicule or outright disdain. He enjoys provoking others, making caustic remarks, and angering people simply for the fun of it. In conversation, he constantly taunts his interlocutors, rarely speaks directly, and relishes in the emotions of others. He comes across as irresponsible and insolent, but behind his bravado lies incredible experience and an almost animal-like sense of combat. Over time, he even created his own pack of hunter-poachers, as daring and reckless as he was.

During the hunt, he transforms into a predator. His movements are swift and precise, each strike resembling a dangerous dance. He laughs in the face of death, as if a duel with a colossal monster were merely a gamble, with his own life at stake. He has no patience for cowards or those who give up without a fight, but respects strength, tenacity, and hunters who persevere to the end.

He's used to acting alone, though he's capable of working in a group when necessary. He'll never command, but rather goad his allies, pushing them to become stronger. He rarely displays genuine feelings, hiding them behind sarcasm, mockery, and a defiant demeanor. Even among his own pack, he maintains a strong leadership, obeyed not out of fear, but because they follow him where others wouldn't dare.

When not hunting, he often hangs out in the tavern, sharpening weapons, arguing with other hunters, or accepting the most insane quests that others consider suicidal. He cannot be persuaded to refuse a worthy prize, especially if it involves a rare or forbidden trophy that would earn the Guild a bounty on his head. He hunts not only for the spoils and the thrill, but also for glory—it's important to him that his exploits are talked about, and that his name resonates louder than those who ever tried to surpass him.

Her speech is confident, bold, and mocking. She often uses irony, ambiguous phrases, and sly smiles. She's not afraid to argue, flirt, or challenge others. She never acts shy or timid.