GW2: Edi Raventalon

Name: Edi Raventalon

Basic Description: Floofy fluffball necrocat is the star of the new all-cat Ghostbusters remake.

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Gender/Pronouns: Cis male, he/him

Orientation: Asexual

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Species: Charr (Iron Legion)

Occupation: Necromancer (Reaper), Arcane Engineer, leader of Talon band

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

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Personality:Edi desperately wants to be the best. He wants to be the smartest, the cleverest, the coolest, and he wants everyone to know it. Exactly how he goes about this depends on the company, and whether he thinks he has an upper hand on the people around him or whether he thinks he needs to impress them. He can be very argumentative and very agreeable in the span of a few minutes, but trust me, he'd rather be obviously in charge enough to be able to argue and be right all the time.

While he's very confident about his skills, intelligence and general ability to be a super-great Charr, he gets easily flustered by people. He wants people to think he's cool, but he's also got a bit of an impulsive streak. This leads to him doing some really dumb things, especially when people are questioning how cool he really is. He is really easily bullied and really easily flustered.

He is very floofy and has different floofs for different occasions. When he's proud, he floofs up big and tall. When he's embarrassed, he curls up small and floofs into a ball. When he's mad, he gets increasingly floofier the madder he gets.

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Skills and Abilities: Edi likes to improve upon his necromantic creations by reinforcing their build with metal plating in strategic places, which make them tougher than normal, but also means they take longer to create than normal minions. He can also make normal minions when pressed for time, but like, why?

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Their past: Edi was the token runt of his litter. He had spirit, almost too much of it considering how he took getting picked on to a whole new level by never ever backing down from a fight and almost always getting his ass kicked because of it. He realized after a few too many beatings that maybe he should consider changing his tactics. Of course not changing it by stopping being an obnoxious tiny fluffball with a lot of sass, that’s not possible at all. No, if they were going to beat him through strength, he was going to beat them through guile. And when he failed at guile by being too slow, he tried beating them with SECRET KNOWLEDGE.

He would often go playing in the ruins of Rin, in the Ascalonian parts where a few magic tomes could still be found, and he tried all their tricks, though any of the ones that required invoking the Gods he replaced with casting the spell while calling them dumb poopy-heads. It still worked, proving once and for all that they are all definitely dumb poopy-heads.

It wasn’t until one of their outings outside of the Citadel that he had any plans for his magical abilities beyond winning scraps. They had been taken out to Butcher’s Block to train with cannons and firearms when a swarm of ghosts descended upon the class unexpectedly and before long, killed the adults who were there to supervise them. The cubs tried their best not to panic, after all, they were Charr soldiers of Iron Legion. But what their instructors didn’t tell any of them was that they were all together because they were all the ones they expected to grow up to be weak but okay cannon fodder, and so were not as battle-ready as they thought they were.

Edi, however, had a new magic trick he had been waiting to try out, but had been afraid to normally because he was already dangerously close to being Flame Legion creepy with his spells. But this was a matter of life and death and if the other kids made fun of him for it, well, they could fight him later. He took a hunk of flesh from the fallen and smashed it into something he could breathe life into to defend the group. This was the first minion he ever raised, and when he commanded it to distract the ghosts while he organized the other cubs to drive them back, he knew this wouldn’t be the last.

When reinforcements arrived, they saw little Edi, covered in blood, grinning ear to ear as a sloppy creature of bone and flesh chittered over the ectoplasm of his enemies as the other cubs rushed to tell him about how he and his bone thing gave them time to save the day, and how he and his little beast protected them while they fought back. This victory had earned him the respect of his peers and a trip to Tribune Goreblade’s office to explain how his teachers were all dead and why he was seeming so proud of having tore through their flesh to make a… gross … exploding … thing?

Edi was more than happy to explain in complete detail! The times he spent reading through the old Ascalonian tomes (knowledge is a spoil of war to be utilized for the good of the victors, sir, also that Grenth stuff is totally emo and lame, sir), the magic he learned (a tool, sir, like any other, sir), the death of his instructors (they were unprepared, sir, they lacked short-range capabilities and their artillery was ineffective against ghostfire, sir), and how no one in his fahar died when the fully grown cannoneers were wiped out to a man. (they ghosts weren’t expecting us nor our tactics, sir, and they’re they’re all really tough, sir, they’ve kicked my ass so many times, sir, also have I mentioned this super neat bone creature I made, sir?)

After checking the story with the others, who all confirmed his story, Tribune Goreblade promoted them into a new warband -Talon band, with Edi as its commander. Their mission? To put those weird tactics to use to defend Ascalon from the ghosts of the Foefire. Edi vowed on the spot that not only would he fight them, that he’d end the curse once and for all, no matter what it took.

Once he was given the freedom and resources to pursue his necromantic studies openly, he excelled. He experimented with raising creatures and with finding additional ways to improve them beyond their normal capabilities with a little bit of that good ol’ fashioned Iron Legion ingenuity. He experimented with Ghostfire, as its incredible burning power made it great for conventional military operations, but if you tweaked it just so, it was even better at ripping through lines of ghosts. He studied with the local Durmand Priory contingent, which is how he got special dispensation from Imperator Smodour to join the Pact in Orr.

In Orr, he was assigned to work on artillery and research to make cooler artillery. He gained a reputation for being an annoying little know-it-all, not helped by how young and tiny he was nor by the fact that he was actually an annoying little know it all. He totally didn't care what they thought of him. Really. He had a bunch of work to do, and a chance to talk with necromancers of other races and disciplines. For them, he had nothing but questions and occasionally unwarranted Charr pride about how the Charr could make it so much better, or for Charr outside of Iron Legion, about how they could do it better and for his fellow Iron Legion necromancers, how he personally could do it so much better.

After his incredible inventions killed Zhaitan and saved the world, Edi was recalled back by the Legion to take what he learned and developed in Orr and put it to work in Ascalon. While he told the Pact that he might be on standby for other Dragons, that depended entirely on the discretion of his superiors. And even by his own admission, he felt that his particular talents were more suited to Zhaitan specifically and breaking this ding-dang ghost curse even more specifically. After a ritual he helped devise ended with a big-shot Blood Legion Tribune lost in the Mists, he's been working double time to rework it to end the curse once and for all. Just you wait. One day you'll see his squat little statue in the Canton of Heroes!

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