Crow
Jun 20, 2020 18:52:43 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2020 18:52:43 GMT -5
Name:
Lysander Lee Alexius, called “Maggot” or “Offal of Dogs” or “Stolen Priest of an Unfit God, Groveling and Unworthy of All Praise, Lowest and Most Pathetic of Servants of the Grander Masters”
Formerly called “Low Priest of the Order of the Crow”- or simply “Crow,” as members of that order were generally called.
He generally likes to still be called Crow. After all, who wants to go by LYSANDER if they can help it?
Species: “might have been human at one point but it’s been a hell of a road and who can even tell anymore”
Appearance: His physical form is something that Crow’s always found particularly malleable, and he has no trouble adjusting it to suit his mood, or the local style, or simply changing his face around if he happened to be bored looking at it in the morning. Crow usually presents as male (though whether this is intentional or just how he’s perceived is up in the air), and can usually be spotted as fairly tall and slender, with a head full of exceptionally stylish hair, and eyes that are an alarming and unnatural color (which will generally coordinate with his outfit). Clothing wise, he’s guaranteed to be wearing something flashy and, at least to his personal tastes, unquestionably cool.
Now, if you stripped him bare, you’d see some interesting tidbits- along his spine, creeping down his legs, Crow has trails of glittering black… well, they’re either scales, or glossy feathers, and it’s quite hard to tell the difference sometimes. Those, he doesn’t mind people seeing- they’re leftovers of his time with the Order of the Crow. What he generally tries to cover up are the brands that the Grander Masters left on him when conscripting him into their service. There’s markings that might be old scars, or faded tattoos, or just imprints under the skin, that seem to writhe and shift if you stare at them for too long. And he certainly doesn’t want you staring at them for too long. Very self-conscious fellow, our Crow.
Personality:
Snarky
Charming
Underhanded
Vain
So vain
Totally not secretly a sad puppy
History:
There comes a time, in the natural life cycle of a world, when it comes to an end.
In proper, well-organized worlds, this usually comes about via climate change, or an asteroid, or the decaying orbit of a moon or two.
In the case of Crow’s world, it came about as the result of gods. A world heavy in magic, like his, was a world created by and for thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of small and greater gods- gods of the trees, and fields, the oceans, and gods of storms and mountains and gravity itself. For untold centuries, people worshipped them and praised their names and wove their magic. But when a Great God died, and the power balance in the world shifted, things abruptly got… messy.
Apocalypse messy.
MULTIPLE apocalypses messy.
Dread Gods and Small Gods, Great Gods and Petty Gods, all arose from the sands, and the ocean, and descended from the sky, and came slinking out of the shadows. They battled and tore one another asunder and ripped the world to pieces. And the poor little humans who were living in the midst of this chaos could do little more than worship and pray and hope they’d see the end of this some day.
Crow was no different. He had, at one point, been a priest in the Order of the Crow- a rather simple cult, worshipping a draconic Crow who watched over battlefields and other places of carnage. It was a good gig, for a charming and generally lazy mage, and The Crow was a good god to serve, all things considered.
But the thing about humans is that they spring back in some surprising ways, and the people of Crow’s world were no different. Rival groups of humans started springing up on the sidelines, seeking to rid the world of the gods destroying it. One of them, the Grander Masters (bitter rivals of the Grand Masters who got the name first, the bastards), managed to slay The Crow, and most of the Order of the Crow along with it, enslaving those that remained.
Crow found himself with a new job, whether he wanted it or not, and a definite new disdain for all things Apocalypse.
Lysander Lee Alexius, called “Maggot” or “Offal of Dogs” or “Stolen Priest of an Unfit God, Groveling and Unworthy of All Praise, Lowest and Most Pathetic of Servants of the Grander Masters”
Formerly called “Low Priest of the Order of the Crow”- or simply “Crow,” as members of that order were generally called.
He generally likes to still be called Crow. After all, who wants to go by LYSANDER if they can help it?
Species: “might have been human at one point but it’s been a hell of a road and who can even tell anymore”
Appearance: His physical form is something that Crow’s always found particularly malleable, and he has no trouble adjusting it to suit his mood, or the local style, or simply changing his face around if he happened to be bored looking at it in the morning. Crow usually presents as male (though whether this is intentional or just how he’s perceived is up in the air), and can usually be spotted as fairly tall and slender, with a head full of exceptionally stylish hair, and eyes that are an alarming and unnatural color (which will generally coordinate with his outfit). Clothing wise, he’s guaranteed to be wearing something flashy and, at least to his personal tastes, unquestionably cool.
Now, if you stripped him bare, you’d see some interesting tidbits- along his spine, creeping down his legs, Crow has trails of glittering black… well, they’re either scales, or glossy feathers, and it’s quite hard to tell the difference sometimes. Those, he doesn’t mind people seeing- they’re leftovers of his time with the Order of the Crow. What he generally tries to cover up are the brands that the Grander Masters left on him when conscripting him into their service. There’s markings that might be old scars, or faded tattoos, or just imprints under the skin, that seem to writhe and shift if you stare at them for too long. And he certainly doesn’t want you staring at them for too long. Very self-conscious fellow, our Crow.
Personality:
Snarky
Charming
Underhanded
Vain
So vain
Dramatic little bee-otch
History:
There comes a time, in the natural life cycle of a world, when it comes to an end.
In proper, well-organized worlds, this usually comes about via climate change, or an asteroid, or the decaying orbit of a moon or two.
In the case of Crow’s world, it came about as the result of gods. A world heavy in magic, like his, was a world created by and for thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of small and greater gods- gods of the trees, and fields, the oceans, and gods of storms and mountains and gravity itself. For untold centuries, people worshipped them and praised their names and wove their magic. But when a Great God died, and the power balance in the world shifted, things abruptly got… messy.
Apocalypse messy.
MULTIPLE apocalypses messy.
Dread Gods and Small Gods, Great Gods and Petty Gods, all arose from the sands, and the ocean, and descended from the sky, and came slinking out of the shadows. They battled and tore one another asunder and ripped the world to pieces. And the poor little humans who were living in the midst of this chaos could do little more than worship and pray and hope they’d see the end of this some day.
Crow was no different. He had, at one point, been a priest in the Order of the Crow- a rather simple cult, worshipping a draconic Crow who watched over battlefields and other places of carnage. It was a good gig, for a charming and generally lazy mage, and The Crow was a good god to serve, all things considered.
But the thing about humans is that they spring back in some surprising ways, and the people of Crow’s world were no different. Rival groups of humans started springing up on the sidelines, seeking to rid the world of the gods destroying it. One of them, the Grander Masters (bitter rivals of the Grand Masters who got the name first, the bastards), managed to slay The Crow, and most of the Order of the Crow along with it, enslaving those that remained.
Crow found himself with a new job, whether he wanted it or not, and a definite new disdain for all things Apocalypse.
