He breathes shakily-harsh and sharp inhales, and slow painful exhales. His eyes for the first time show emotion, excitement, fulfillment even. His grip tightens on his shortswords as he turns to face you. The look sends cold magma down your spine.

"The Nightblade stalks. . ." A common whisper of peasants as they endure their lord's tyranny. Corvus is the Nightblade, a weapon of the common folk against authority and power. He is swift, he is intelligent, and he is deadly. When he walks the streets by day he is cold and distant, straightforward and moderately pleasant. The definition of a boring man is through and through. At night though? When he sees prey- I mean tyrant's in his sight he springs to life, he feels his blood rush, he becomes aware, alive! Corvus strikes fear into his enemies and will pursue them to the ends of the earth, and when he finds them? They will face his judgment, they will be subject to his power! Only then can they meet the gods.

Age

32 Domentarr Years

Date of Birth

17th July 1831

Gender

Male

Eyes

A red speckled brown

Hair

Stringy black

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Light Brown

Height

2'9 ft

Weight

37 lb