Draven

CLASS: STONER

Stoners are a support class. They give up the ability to achieve higher base rolls in exchange for bonuses to the rest of their party

• ABILITY: STROKE OF GENIUS

COMBAT SKILLS

Level 1 Skill: SELF DEFENSE

Level 2 Skill: ARM YOURSELF

PERSONALITY

<aside> 💭 — +Considerate +Empathetic +Observant — — =Immature =Sheepish=Theatric— — -Confrontational -Judgmental -Snarky—

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• BELIEFS - OCCULT

Somewhat of a Local Goth Influencer, Draven has made a name of himself in the underground communities around New Jersey and New York. Bursting into the scene shortly after graduating high school, he’s best known for frequenting bars and clubs, numerous (failed) attempts leading a band, and more recently his monthly Zine project, Creepshow. To the general public and fellow goths in the scene, he breathes an untouchable aura— holed up in his own dark corner, cool and aloof. Perhaps even too cool to spare others a moment of his time.

This is, partially, due to the fact he is an incredibly awkward, anxious mess. Using his goth interests as a means to make aquaintences, he never truly learned how to socialize with others on more than a surface level. His inability to speak to his peers is is often misinterpreted as an arrogant persona at the best of times, and actively hostile at worst. This isn’t to say he is never rude however— Draven still harbours a highschool-like resentment towards those who ‘conform’, and is quick to typecast jocks, bimbos and normies as people not worth his time.

Being an ‘outcast’ for a majority of his life, he takes great pride in his appearance, curating a specific image of himself; someone unbothered, indifferent, and anti-authority. But in reality, he is someone who cares a little too much— incredibly earnest in his work and hobbies, giving his all to every task he sets his mind to and constantly seeking approval from others.

BIO

<aside> 💥 CW: Drug Use/Addiction, Neglectful Parents, Foster Care, and a whole lot of Weed.

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Born into an unstable home as the only child of an addict mother, it wasn’t very long before was taken by social-services and placed into foster care. Unfortunately for him, despite their best efforts, a new home would prove not enough to afford stability. Bouncing from house to house— taken in and forfeited by a good dozen or so families, his behavior was deemed too much to handle for most. From his violent and destructive outbursts, to a deep mistrust of parental and authoritarian figures, he could never seem to adapt to sudden change.

It would take him seven years in the system, dozens of schools and a C-PTSD diagnosis before he would find his forever-home. Despite his behavioral issues, his foster mother refused to give up, showing him nothing but care, attention, and most of all— patience. When faced with the decision to save her marriage or continue to raise Daniel, she decided to move forward as a single parent, finally adopting him officially. In time, she managed to tame this wild-dog of a kid— or at least, as much as she could manage. He was still a stupid teenager, after all. Thrust into high school with no preparation and limited schooling experience, he soon found himself a target of relentless bullying at the hands of an army of evil jocks.

Friendless, in a new city, and filled with teenage angst, it was no surprise he seeked comfort in the macabre, adorning himself in dark clothing and edgy music. Draven, for better or for worse, had fallen into his Cringe Goth Phase.

Or, at least, everyone was convinced it would be just a phase. On top of having no friends or distant relatives, growing up a mixed child in a white household, he never had a chance to connect with his heritage or find his identity. Draven had found the missing piece; a sense of strange community within the freaks and emos instead. He began hanging out around the wrong crowd, smoking weed beneath the bleachers and occasionally skipping school entirely to drink. He frequented shady bars and clubs long before he had a legal ID, and absorbed himself in the scene.

Daniel was the name his mother gave him, but Draven was the identity he bestowed upon himself. Desperate to become someone in the scene, he started his own zine with a goal to build a little community-- with himself at the core, of course. He began accepting poetry and art from others, writing columns on his favorite local sights and sounds, as well as dabbling in tales of the haunted, demonic, and undead. For the first time, people began to remember him.

Q) What’s your next move?