Corvus experienced a difficult childhood in the city of Alisgrad, the capital of Norland. His parents were strict adherents to the Red Faith, in which one of the core values is the detestation of magic. Corvus's unnatural eyes, with opaque black sclera, were present from birth. Their dark lining seeming to suggest an innate connection between Corvus and evil magics, as his parents saw it. Though this "connection" never manifested further than the strangeness of his eyes, Corvus suffered at the hands of his parents throughout his entire childhood as a result of it. His parents hid him away whenever possible, and he was the frequent victim of physical abuse throughout his years living at home. This abuse culminated in a singular event when he was 18, where his father became so enraged by the "plague" Corvus brought upon the family that he attempted to burn him alive with a torch, leaving grotesque scars along Corvus's upper body that now are covered by his thick clothing. He survived only because his father dropped the torch by accident, causing a nearby curtain to catch fire and divert his attention. Corvus used this opportunity to escape, and has been drifting from place to place for a year since the event. His parent's twisted interpretation of the Red Faith still weighs on his mind, leaving Corvus anxious and emotionally guarded. As an adult, Corvus is timid, quiet, and soft spoken despite his size.
Weight: 220lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Light Blue iris, Black sclera
Outfit: Black-and-white overcoat over dark clothing
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Corvus eyes the old woman suspiciously, trying to resist the urge to freeze up in the doorway. Slowly at first, he advances to her table and lowers himself into the chair as directed.
A long moment passes before Corvus says anything. His eyes dart from the old woman to the table to the doorway just before he speaks.
"Norland." Corvus's voice is slight and unpracticed. "I'm only passing through here, finding my way to wherever's furthest from Alisgrad."
He waits for a response from the old woman, but she says nothing, eying him expectantly.
"I... hope to find peace. That is what I'm after. Peace and warmer weather."
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