Murder of CrowsSpecies:
Difficult to say. Could be late twenties to early forties.Orientation:
1) Master of Crows - Murder of Crows can create a mental link with crows and have them become his familiars. With this mental link, he can share their senses, thus seeing what they see, hear what they hear and so on. He has enough proficiency with sharing senses that he can simultaneously use his senses and the crows, but doing it for an extended amount of time is exhausting and headache inducing. He can also communicate with them telepathically, and as his familiars, the crows are intelligent enough to follow simple orders and deliver reports back to him as well.
2) Wave of Feathers - He can shoot out a torrent of feathers in a wide area. Typically, they come out of his hands, but he's been known to spill them from his mouth as well. Though the feathers aren't particularly hazardous in terms of causing physical wounds and injuries, they are still feathers and it's possible to choke on them. The real insidious nature of this power is that should the feathers come in contact near or on a being's eyes, the being becomes blinded, their vision submersed in complete and utter blackness. Usually, it takes quite some time for the blindness to go away, and things like wiping the eyes does not aid much.
3) Cloud of Feathers and Talons - Murder of Crows can turn parts of him or turn completely into a vortex made of crow feathers, beaks and talons. It's possible for him to stay densely close together, or spread out over a wide range. Turning parts of him into a whirling mass is largely for defensive purposes. As a complete vortex, it grants him the ability to fly and move very quickly, and he can move through much tighter areas. Partially or completely transformed, bare skin exposed to the vortex can be shredded easily and quickly. Leather armor is a good form of protection against this, while beings completely covered in chain armor or better (such as dragon scales) are largely immune. Turning into and back is very quick, the exception being when he is hit by a particularly deadly attack, forcing him to shift into a vortex immediately on contact. This shift is draining, and turning back onto human form takes a much longer time, thus forcing him to flee most of the time. When he sleeps, he can either sleep in his regular form, or as a pile of feathers.
4) A damn good fighter - On a physical level, he hasn't reached any supernatural levels. He's as strong and tough as an elite soldier. In terms of speed and agility, he's better than an elite, but not by much. Training, battle experience and willpower is where he can outshine elite troops, but it's not legendary. Still, he makes a damn good fighter, and his other abilities just add to that.Tragic Flaw:
He is a blight to his surroundings. Within ten paces, the air begins to take on the smell of a long abandoned crypt, stale and dead. Food spoils more quickly around him, and milk curdles overnight. Grass and small plants die within minutes of being in his presence, quicker if touched, and larger plants and trees can start to wither in a day. Corpses rot faster, and people are likely to take ill or have their wounds fester more quickly, and it is harder to recover. Things simply decay around him quicker, and it's usually unwise for him to linger in any place longer than a week.Treasured Item:
A small, simple jewelry box filled with letters. For whatever reason, the box is immune to his aura of decay and protect any contents inside from it.Weapons of Note: His spear Eveline.
It has proven to be immune to deterioration and damage, making it immune to his aura. It is very sharp, and its immunity to damage means that it is quite capable of piercing plate armor. Eveline does not like being touched or held by anyone other than Murder of Crows, and has been known to react quite violently because of it.History:
"The army was positioned, ready to take the fight to the forces of Abyss. First and third squad were with me, on the left most side of our force. When the enemy came, a single figure, kept distant from the rest of the enemy force, stood against us. He looked like trouble, every ounce of him screamed it, but we were a score of soldiers, and we were confident that acting as one group we could take him out, then swing about to flank the enemy. When the order to charge was given, we surged forward, ready to take down the solitary armored figure.
When we were six paces in, he lifted his arm and a wave of darkness swept over us. It was a rolling mass of crow feathers, but when it touched the squads men started to scream about not being able to see. In their panic, the figure cut them down, slashing throats and spearing men. I tried to rally them, get them organized, but the lack of sight made it impossible to restore cohesion. And still he just cut them down, one by one.
It was then that a sword maiden came, shouting a challenge to the figure. He paused in his butchering, turning to face her, before the same wave of feathers swept over her. But she held up her shield, and it just seemed to roll over her, keeping her untouched from whatever magic he was using. Step by step, she moved closer and closer to him, until she was within sword reach. Then they fought, and I bore witness to the skills of the sword maidens. She pressed him, pressed him hard, and it looked close, like they were evenly matched. Finally, she got an opening after a block with her shield and ran him through with her sword, as if there was nothing in her way to stop her. I thought it was over, and that figure was dead.
Then the sword maiden yelled in horror, and as if he was waiting for that moment, grabbed her head with his hands and kissed her open mouth. She struggled to free herself, but he wouldn't let her go at all. It wasn't until she stopped moving that he let her go, and when she toppled over, her mouth was full of crow feathers. And I could see for myself, that where the sword had gone through, was just a cloud of feathers.
And then, the murder of crows came."
- ex-Lieutenant Jayne Hollock, executed for cowardice and desertionPersonality:
Murder of Crows can be erratic. Normally a solitary figure, his mood can range from somber and philosophical to dark humored and flippant. What is known and constant is that he is hotly protective of his box, and the contents inside are a complete secret. He also possesses an almost violent hatred of Sheridan Bristol, though he has yet to reveal the reason for it.