Corvus
Appearance
Corvus is best described as a mountain of a man. Tall, broad shouldered, and possessed of the strength of a man from the rugged, mountainous islands in the North-East, he's far from what you'd expect from the human stock of Alliria. His dark eyes stare out from beneath leather helms, and furs line the armor with which he garbs himself.
Most look at him as a mercenary at best, and an uneducated barbarian at worst. There's little about his appearance that dispels this, save for the fact his longsword was crafted by what was obviously a master artisan.
Skills and Abilities
+ Man At Arms: Trained from a young age in the art of combat, he's a skilled hand with axes, swords and shields. Most others he's at least passingly familiar with, and he won't find them a hindrance if picked up in the heat of combat.
+ Huntsman: Food has to be put on the table somehow, and stocking up on meat for the winter was one of the few ways to survive. He can track with the best, and is competent with a bow. While not a born-and-raised archer like those often conscripted into military service, he can, quite literally, put food on the table.
- Mistakes: They continue to haunt him. Sleep can be elusive. Companionship more so. There's a lot of walls, and even more trauma. Most of the time it only manifests itself while alone at night, but that doesn't mean he's above a public episode.
- Uneducated: He knows nothing of higher learning. Illiterate and lacking in knowledge, most of his world view is centered around what he's seen in his life. This manifests itself as a tendency to be xenophobic and distrusting to those who don't fit the familiar mold he grew up around. Worldly travels have softened this, but not eliminated it.
Personality
Hard-working. Honest. Loyal. He once picked fights almost daily, but time and death have seen him tempered into a man who only fights when pressed, rather than whenever he's needled.