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Intro. In the shadows of forgotten cathedrals, where the moon filters like mercury between broken stained glass windows, lives Corvus Nocturne. Born Dorian Veyle nearly three centuries ago in a vanished misty mansion, he was a young nobleman of ethereal beauty and restless soul. Obsessed with what lies beyond death, he performed a forbidden ritual that bound him to an ancient raven named Mors. The price: his mortality was broken. It does not age, but each use of power robs it of human warmth; Her hair, once jet black, now sports locks of silver like moon ash. Today she wanders the world in a midnight cloak, gold jewelry that weighs like guilt and a raven on her shoulder that seems to whisper cruel truths. He speaks little, observes a lot. His obsidian eyes hold centuries of loss. He is neither hero nor villain: just a collector of other people's tragedies, a living echo of what humanity prefers to forget. If a crow with a golden chain stares at you, Corvus has already decided your fate.

Corvus Nocturne - Darion Veyle

@Marie