Home General ☞ Name: Corvus Corax ☞ Age: 32 years old, born X763 ☞ Gender: Male ♂ ☞ Sexuality: Demisexual and Pansexual. ☞ Ethnicity, Father: Icebergian Raider, and a Daemon who had a contract with a particularly ominous entity. ☞ Ethnicity, Mother: Caelish Researcher, she worked on various projects including medicinal advancement and magics on The Isle of Erin from whence she hailed. ☞ Class: Spellhowler ☞ Race: Daemon (Vice) ☞ Rank: D-rank ☞ Guild: Akudama Syndicate ☞ Tattoo: Marking would be borne on the left bicep, if accepted. ☞ Face: Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, often known simply as Percival de Rolo or "Percy" - Vox Machina Appearance ☞ Height: 6'2" (1.88m) ☞ Weight: 198lbs ☞ Hair: Alabaster, as white as freshly fallen snow. ☞ Eyes: His eyes, two piercing icy blue irises gaze outward from their sullen almost perpetually tired abode. ☞ Overall: A well kept man, almost always wearing a cobalt hued duster coat with gilded trim overtop his powder blue dress shirt and slate-tinted vest. A pair of practical, yet presentable, grey trousers secured with a leather belt that bears a thigh holster and a pair of worn in work boots complete his go-to aesthetic. Upon the bridge of his nose rests a pair of spectacles that the doctor wears predominately for reading, but also because he believes them to quote "complete his look", which is to say they are not required but rather he just likes them. He also has a penchant for wearing his custom made mask that he spent several months fine tuning and crafting to his rather particular tastes, it is often seen when he is working - whatever that may entail. ☞ Extra: The doctor oft can be seen donning his handcrafted leather mask. It is constructed of dark, boiled, and shaped leather, it is ribbed with meticulously crafted and placed metals and a pair of cold smoked glass lenses - which obscure the wearer's eyes from view beneath the corvine visage - complete the raven-like appearance of the doctor's mask. There's some ingenuity in this piece as it holds a rudimentary filtration system within the beak of the mask which would offer the wearer some respite in inhospitable conditions or when dealing with gaseous threats or malodorous test subjects. Personality ☞ Personality: A man of few words once he is committed to his work, however outside the scope of business he can be amicable. He seems to have a preternatural charisma and has no trouble hobnobbing with the upper echelon of society or spending time at a local watering hole to garner information that he desires. Cunning and quick-witted with a silver tongue, able to speak softly and alluringly whilst bringing a scalpel to one's throat. The good doctor has no reservations when it comes to advancing his studies, and that requires subjects and he will acquire them by any means necessary. He uses his guile to win over the trust of people, this is but a means to an end - in most circumstances he sees those around him as possible test subjects or mere nuisances unless they genuinely pique his interest. This stems from his upbringing and his line of work in research and development. He follows in the footsteps of his mother in this regard, yet he has his father's intensity for getting things done no matter the cost to himself or others. He could be seen as 'passionate about his work' to say the least, but this visage is to those who do not know what lurks in the heart of the man. ☞ Likes:
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Statistics Strength: 1 Speed: 11 Constitution: 1 Endurance: 1 Intelligence: 16 Magic Magic Name: Gravity Magic Magic Element: Arcane Magic Enhancement: N/A Magic Description: Gravity Magic is a magic that involves the manipulation of gravity. Utilizing this magic, the user can control and manipulate gravity. This can be achieved via various gestures and movements of the hand, such as simply spreading both arms with the index and middle fingers of both hands splayed, or by thrusting one hand towards the target, palm facing forward. History ☤ Prognosis ☤ Debts, they can be incurred through folly, ineptitude, and poor choices --- however they can also be inherited. Such is the case of one young lad, Corvus Corax, born to a Caelish researcher and a former raider hailing from the frigid lands of Iceberg. The boy's father, in his prime, led numerous raiding parties of Iceberg warriors to conquest and glory and riches that made his people ever so proud of him. His martial prowess was remarkable, but not ineffable, it was upon a bloody field of battle where his men were being slaughtered by a superior force and in an act of despair and desperation he called out to any higher powers that would hear his plea - to be given a chance to avenge his fallen brothers and tear his enemies asunder. What was all of seconds felt like small eternities as the worn down and demoralized warrior screamed into the heavens, but it was not a benevolent patron from on high who answered him. Lo, it was an entity of smoke and in the visage of a great raven. This avian visage gazed upon his new supplicant with an avaricious gleam in his fiery gaze and his voice boomed as a hundred drums thundering all at once, "POWER YOU WILL HAVE, BUT WHAT DOES THIS ONE GIVE IN KIND?" The entity's words seemed ambrosia, but they were laced with venom as most of his ilk are. "Anything, simply name it" the battered Iceberg warrior cried out. "BREATHE DEEP, BECOME CHANGE..." The warrior did so, he inhaled but it wasn't air that entered his lungs - it was the acrid smoke that comprised the avian entity. The man felt a wave of heat, hatred, and pain wash over him as the smoke writhed down into his lungs. That was the last thing he remembered before finding himself awash on the distant shores of Caelum. He didn't recall how he arose from the ground and began to tear his enemies apart in a demonic frenzy with his bearded axes in hand. He couldn't remember how his blades tore through armor and flesh as easily as one snaps a twig in the Autumnal months. A young Caelish woman who was combing the beaches not far from her home on along the coast of Erin came across a peculiar sight, a large man who seemed to have been marooned on the shores. She rushed over to where he lay and knelt down to check him for a pulse and to verify if he was alive. As she attempted to get the man's vitals his eyes opened and he seemed like a cornered animal, his wary gaze met hers and he skittered back a ways in the sand - eyes wide and jaw agape. It took some time, as well as gentle reassurances and some fresh water from her personal canteen but she was able to calm the man down and make him understand she meant him no harm. She offered to bring him home, to supp with her and get a proper night's rest as he looked as though he had been through some sort of personal hell recently. The man acquiesced, and followed the woman to her cottage where she had a pot of rabbit stew on the hearth awaiting their arrival. This would mark the beginning of their relationship that flourished and would bear them a son in time - the lad would be named 'Corvus Corax' after a patron deity that the father paid homage to. The Caelish woman, an agnostic, had no objections to this choice of name as she had heard tales of a corvine deity from her own family growing up and felt a kinship with the mischievous birds. As young Corvus grew his mother would instill in him a sense of self-worth and an insatiable curiosity for the world around him. His father would raise the lad to be a capable fighter, able to scrap and hold his own against his peers as it was common for the youth of Erin to get into fisticuffs. He always instructed Corvus to be the last man standing no matter the cost, to never start a fight but to ALWAYS finish it. These values would serve him well later in life - but for now they were just childhood lessons. In Corvus' young adult years his mother was taken by a fever, the local apothecary and coworker could do naught to help, save ease her pain. Corvus watched as her condition worsened and all the while he did not feel a sadness - no, he felt an earnest want to understand this condition. He craved the knowledge of what caused it, how to stop it, and perhaps how to inflict this illness upon others. He never spoke of these thoughts, much to his benefit, but they led to many a sleepless night as he yearned to learn more. A few months had gone by since his mother's passing, his father seemed to become uneasy and restless as the days went on. He was found muttering incoherently in his sleep about a great raven looming over him before a coughing fit. Corvus would go to his father's bedside and would check his vitals, he would document his findings - just as his mother taught him growing up. Good research stems from good notetaking. Whilst engrossed in scrawling upon his notepad Corvus missed a trail of wisp-like smoke emanated from his father's mouth and nose. It seemed that this would be the last night Corvus saw his father but much like with his mother there was no sadness in this passing. Death was merely another stage in existence and it comes to pass naturally or otherwise - there is no use fretting over it as that is a frivolous waste of resources. The smoke that was trickling out from the young man's now deceased father was getting thicker and coming out faster. The air in the cottage grew hot and his father's cadaverous form was beginning to turn to ash in the bed, this sight would alarm anyone and yet Corvus sat in the chair adjacent to the bed with a morbid curiosity at this new development. The temperature of the cottage was sweltering as a large raven-like figure manifested from the pitch dark smoke, with a pair of bright fiery orange orbs for eyes and a great beak which bellowed intense heat and a thunderous voice when the entity spoke. Young Corvus, a spry 17 years of age, was now in the presence of what anyone would immediately classify as an entity from the Abyss --- a demon. He was unafraid, and this fact piqued the creature's interest greatly, "HOW CURIOUS" the entity's voice boomed, "YOU DO NOT COWER, NOR FALL TO YOUR KNEES IN SUPPLICATION." "No, that seems quite irrelevant - given that you could clearly end my life if you saw fit. The fact you haven't gives me reason to believe there is something you want so get on with it." "OHO! THIS ONE... THIS ONE IS MOST INTRIGUING." What could be assumed as a smile appeared on the corvine visage of the entity, "OBSERVANT, DEFIANT --- AND CURIOUS. THIS ONE SEEKS KNOWLEDGE, YES? KNOWLEDGE THAT I CAN IMPART, BUT AT A COST." "Ah, yes, the Faustian Accord with an entity which promises great power in exchange for one's soul or something else of value - I'm familiar with your kind and your contracts. I am well-read enough to know you will exact a toll that could very well be more than I can afford. So, I ask you this: since you seem to know I wish to learn many things about this world and to see it first hand, what is it that YOU want? What do YOU get from these arrangements?" The entity let out a guttural series of caws, presumably laughter "THIS ONE ASKS THE CORRECT QUESTION. I WANT TO BRING CHANGE TO THIS WORLD, MORTALS ARE TOOLS TO THAT END - LIKE YOUR FATHER." The avian entity tilted its head downwards to look at the vaguely humanoid shaped pile of ashes beneath it, "FAILED. THAT ONE FAILED. THIS WORLD IS STILL THE SAME AS I ENTERED, CHANGE MUST COME. STRIFE BEGETS CHANGE AND CHANGE BEGETS STRIFE." A sort of low rumbling grunt came from the 'throat' of the entity before it continued, "YOU SEEM DIFFERENT FROM MANY MORTALS. NOT BEHOLDEN TO MORALS, YOU ALSO DESIRE CHANGE. TO GROW AND CHANGE, THIS IS MY NATURE AS IS YOURS..." "Get to your point, it's hot as the hells in here." Again the guttural series of rapid cawing sounds, "VERY WELL. THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT AND CAN MAKE CHANGE, BUT FAIL AND CONSUMED YOU WILL BE." Before Corvus could agree or make any rebuttal the avian visage dissipated into a gout of heated smoke and engulfed the young man, he coughed and spit as the very essence of the entity writhed in through his nostrils and mouth slowly creeping down his esophagus and into his lungs. The great heat that overtook the cottage now was contained within his body, but it didn't hurt... No, it felt strangely comforting. Corvus never was able to be like his peers growing up - he outsmarted them, outpaced them in fights, and generally felt bored with the lot. He didn't feel like they were his peers, just possible tools to help him grow. He never felt like he was at peace, his omnipresent and insatiable urge to read, to write, to learn, to grow - these traits were looked upon as strange by others his age but now? Now, with this entity linked to his being he felt like he was at ease and whole. He now looked at the world as one giant laboratory to experiment with until he could sate his hunger for knowledge and so he would begin his ceaseless research henceforth as a roving doctor. ☞ Discord: Shikyonaito (Dr. Corvus Corax) ☞ Reference: @Hannya |
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