▼ SHOW ME YOUR TEETH ▼
▸ OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND SWALLOW THE SEA ◂
Workable on mobile, best viewed on desktop.
General warnings for themes of devouring, possession and body horror. Ow the edge.
▸ Time is the key but the devil just keeps on knocking
I don't want to stand at the doorway of the forgotten, oh, oh oh
▸ DRAKE KING
"Theophage"'
Hyur (???) ⬩ DRK,GNB
| ▸ Age: | 32, physically |
| ▸ DoB: | ??? |
| ▸ Height: | 5'9"/1.8m |
| ▸ Sexuality: | Bisexual |
| ▸ Status: | Single, polyamorous |
| ▸ Occupation: | Bounty hunter, monster slayer |
| ▸ Pronouns: | They/he/she |
| ▸ Ethnicity: | Bozjan, ??? |
Notable features are the numerous scars across their body, necrosis on their hands and the brand on their shoulder. Generally carries themself lazily.
Drake is a fucked up craphole of an animal. They bond through bullying and fist fighting, and will not turn down any kind of challenge no matter how stupid. Got a dare for'em? Watch them do it. Dare them to take a punch? They'll gladly grit their teeth and take it without flinching. And... maybe punch you right back.Not one for subtleties and will freely speak their mind. Blunt to a fault; if they have a thought they want to share, they just will. That's not to say they're extroverted, just a pain in the ass.Something of an adrenaline junkie. Thrives in dangerous scenarios. Confident in their everything, not one to fear much and a little quick-tempered. Unnecessarily reckless. There's a softer side... somewhere. Maybe if you squint.Generally not a fan of people in positions of authority, but may begrudgingly tolerate it if it is for a good reason. Abuse that tolerance and they're going to break the offender in half. On the flip side, they are agonizingly loyal to the few who win it; spoken louder through action than word. Carefully consider if drawing Drake's ire is worth harming those they care about. (It's not)
Will just straight up eat raw meat or bones. Usually has the latter on them as a snack.
Smells strongly of the ocean; the salty brine and the oncoming of a thunderstorm. Maybe even a little fishy. Ew.
The... "necrosis", for lack of better terms, on their hands will vary in severity. At default, it will usually cover their fingers. Sometimes it takes on a scaly quality. It effects both hands.
Yes they use big weapons. They are more likely to fight you with their fists. Big weapon still go brrr.
Please take them out back and shoot them. (I say this affectionately as their writer)
▸ Ronové, the Black Fog
"The Arche of the Circle"
Drake is possessed by the soul of a dragon, a wyvern of ill-repute. Black iridescent scales and a red double-jawed mouth marking him as Ronové, the Black Fog.The Black Fog once had a reputation on the Ilsabardian seas. He was a serpent whose reason for sinking ships went with him to the grave.In the current year, Ronové is dead. However, dragons are notoriously persistent; Ronové's rage and rancor lingered long after his passing, and thieved his way back into the flesh of another when their body was between life and death — Drake's.His presence is parasitic. A wyvern, not a "true" dragon.
But they can’t destroy me, I’ll rise from the ashes ◂
▸ Are you who you wanna be?
Another fraud at the freakshow, baby
A few things of note...
Blanket warnings for body horror, gore, possession, consumption of raw meat, parasitism and various forms of (surviving) abuse. Devouring is also a huge motif here. Typically I leave these out of venue/public roleplay, but they are baked in themes.
Mechanically a DRK, but substitutes typical DRK abilities with Ronové's. As such they have no darkside to interact with.
Garlean characters that rave about the Empire in any positive light will be attacked on sight and given zero quarter.
▼ Need a Hand? How about a blade
By trade, Drake is a hunter of men and monster both. If you have a target in mind, and would prefer that absolutely no trace of their physical being is left behind, not even bone or drop of blood... or just need some good, old-fashioned monster culling, then you've found your hunter.
▼ Ghost in the Machine
Drake's aether runs rancid. They're not a god, and they're certainly not tempered, but it is a highly concentrated, volatile aether, and it runs compacted deep into their flesh. It is anchored there, as opposed to flowing freely, as aether should. Something is clinging.
▼ Love Bites
There's a bounty out on this beast's head. The requester happily opines she needs no anonymity, her name is Auguste Yaeger and she'd like it if Drake King was kissing dirt. Dead or alive does not matter, she wants to see them squirm, and she's offering a hefty sum for proof that the deed's been done.
▼ Ashen Brand
Bounty hunters, mercenaries and freelancers alike, especially those from Bozja, would have heard of the Ashen Brand. The brand allegedly belongs to an ilk that augmented themselves through brutal rituals and alchemic processes, fanatics of a little known deity. They were scavengers of battlefields, pilfering corpses and striping fallen machinery for unknown purposes. They got into scuffles with both the Garleans and the Bozjans. Though a very fringe group, they were nonetheless thorns. That brand sits pretty on Drake's left shoulder.
▼ Vulture Culture
Are you from Bozja, or there during the occupation? Maybe you remember a small child that would cause fights in the streets against their betters suddenly disappearing. Or maybe you were part of the IVth or the Resistance, and you saw Drake scavenging from your dead comrades or enemies. Maybe you crossed blades. Garleans specifically should be wary, and for their sake better not be spouting pro-imperialism.
▼ Cloying Hunger
Drake is always hungry. Monster hunters and survivalists may have had a chance encounter with Drake in the wilds, or collaborated on a hunt with them — just to see them eat the kill raw. They might have also supped on additional, smaller creatures, passing over cooked meals in favour of raw.
There's blood in the water ◂
▸ Your viscera welcome me in, welcome me in
My life is torn, my bones, they bleed
❝The corruption begins with the mouth,
the tongue, the wanting.
The first poem in the world
is I want to eat❞.
— Erica Jong, Where It Begins
❝I will return, and devour your ilk whole, as you did me.❞
Bozjan born, Bozjan raised, a kid snatched up off the street. Drake's formative years were spent in Bozja's streets, destitute and reliant on theft, or the odd kindness coming from strangers. Their childhood memories are foggy, but there was always the persistent hunger that came with those living conditions.Around the age of nine, Drake was taken. Bozja's history of civil wars and broken groups had been absolved, but not all of those groups had vanished. One had remained into the current year, the Ashen Circle.The Ashen Circle was a fringe, albeit tenacious, religious group that based itself in the swamps surrounding Bozja — far from the city state, but close enough to feed their hooks into their neighbouring civilizations, and take those who would not be missed.A roof, shelter, and people who claimed to love was one of their hooks. Drake was indoctrinated into their culture, and taught the ways of their god.A false deity, Ethos was claimed to be a god of death and wealth and ethics. The cycle of life was only complete upon death, and the members of the Ashen Circle were those who closed the fangs around the dying gasps of the poor Bozjans. Under Garlean rule, only death could spare them; Ethos was a thing that grew in power during times of plight, they thought. They believed Ethos was why they'd survived the times of civil war, of so-called peace, and more recently, the Empire.The Circle's claim was that their fangs were not as killers, but as harbingers of a kind god's will. Having grown up in war and knowing little else, with that hunger clinging to their ribs, Drake bought into it. They wanted to be a fang.Becoming a fang required them to brandish steel against Garlean and Bozjan alike. Mercenaries for the right coin, or scavengers, vultures, stealing corpses and material from bloodied battlefields when they could. Sides did not matter. Most things went to the community as a whole; metal, shrapnel, weapons, bodies. A few things were divvied up between them. Drake did as bid.When came time to be presented to Ethos, Drake was officially branded. It was seared right into their flesh, marking them as a proper child of Ethos' jaws.Except, Ethos' children weren't a promised vanguard. They were tribute.
When Ethos opened its jaws, it tried to steal Drake's very soul. Pulled between the living and the dead, something else interferred.
A soul as vast as the sea and as volatile as a Sun in its death throes stole its way in. Its claws latched and invaded every ilm of Drake's very being, shoving its entirety into the shape of their skin.
❝You should be angry.❞
And Drake was. They were eaten whole by that soul, body and all, until not a single bone was left behind.
A struggle for freedom ensued. The soul slaughtered several in its mad attempt to restructure Drake's body. Unused to such a feeble existence, escape was deemed necessary; into the water, into the sea.... Sometime after that soul's unwanted recourse, a tenuous existence began and agreement reached. Leaving Bozja was the first step, leaving the shoreline far behind.Drake migrated where jobs would take them. Over time, they became an adventurer in the bounty hunting profession, having become particularly good at killing from their tenure in the Circle. A cover, really, to learn how to use the soul's might to their own end—at least until they day came where they could pull it out. Ronové has his own plans, still attempting to remake Drake's body as their own and return to Bozja.
So give mе your best shot, I'm ready ◂
▸ Use me like a weapon
▸ ARTHUR BLAYLOCK
"The Errant Star"
Hyur ⬩ SMN, PLD
Best friend, part of the Heathen Brood
♥♥♥♥♥
Arthur was formerly a target for one of Drake's bounties. A start like that should have either ended Arthur's life, or at least put a schism between them — instead they became inseparable. Together, they are part of something called the Heathen Brood.Arthur is the target of many of Drake's antics, including but not limited to the videos taken of Arthur being a doofus on Drake's tomestone; hijinks involving drinking games; or tricking the poor thing into one of Drake's hardcore bullshit thrill-seeking tenures.In spite of Drake's antics, Arthur is one of the few to see Drake's vulnerabilities and is privy to information few would otherwise be able to glean. Arthur's gentler, quieter nature erodes some of Drake's rough edges.Drake has a rivalry with the little beast Arthur calls a carbuncle. He has punted Yohann into the aether many a time.▸ Man, Beast
Oh, yeah, I'm a reaper man ◂
Kay ♦ DID System ♦ Furry ♦ Artist ◂
Any Prns ♦ Genderfluid
Hello! I'm Kay, and I write Drake and they're a lil bitch, hee hee hoo. I am a queer artist in his early 30's. Been playing FFXIV since the summer of 2022. My day job is as a bookstore employee and freelance artist.If you'd like to roleplay, feel free to ask for my Discord. :) If you have it, feel free to barge into my DMs! I am much more flexible with Discord rp, as I can access it all day as opposed to the game.
If you have a history of abuse, bigotry or fascist apologia then I will drop you. I don't care how good the rp is. If things like ACAB, Free Palestine, BLM or Land Back upsets you, you are not the writer for me.
I am happy to put Drake in dynamics that are to their detriment as that provides them grounds for development, however I will never let that dynamic fall into domestic or sexual abuse territory. It will not happen to them. I will not hang out with people who write this.
Drake tackles themes of directionless anger, rebellion, death, identity and autonomy, breaking cycles of abuse and more. If these are themes you'd like to explore, let me know!