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Name: The Crow
Alias: Corvus
Age: As old as Death.
Is From: The beginning of the world.
Zodiac: N/A. He was around before the zodiac or even the concept of time was around.
Species: Psychopomp
Height: 21” as a crow, 6’2” as a man.
Gender: Male.
Likes: Revenge, vengeance, good souls, people who feed him, life, flying, seeing karma at work, bad people coming to bad ends, young souls, and lastly but most importantly, death.
Dislikes: The refusal of people to act, those he can’t save, wicked people, greed, corruption, being shot, those who escape karma, bitter food, being dirty, and morons.
Normal Attire: As the Crow, he’s found in his favorite feathers every day of the year. As a human, he’s most often found in drab colored clothing, usually a gray T-shirt, leather jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of worn http://ivywesternsaddlery.com/catalog/images/doubleh-mens_boots_lacer.jpg” boots. He also changes it up occasionally with other dark clothing, and occasionally an entirely white outfit.
Powers/Abilities:
-Bringing souls back from the dead. He shares a special connection with these souls as he guides them to their final reward, granting them a portion of his power that includes enhanced strength, speed, stamina, and healing. In addition, they can heal others, see through his eyes through something called crow vision, and absorb memories from objects and people. If the crow is injured or they stray from the proper path, they lose their powers, and if they die, will be forced to wander the earth as restless spirits. His only limitations is that he needs a body to put the souls back in, no matter how rotten. Cremated remains will not work.
-Sensing souls. He can sense the soul of a person or creature, being able to tell if it is human or otherwise, occasionally being able to pinpoint exactly what it is if it is not human. He can tell whether they fall into the categories of good, evil, or neutral, and how far along they are the path to Heaven, Hell, Limbo, Reincarnation, or wherever their particular soul is headed.
-Telepathy. This is a one-way form of communication he can use it on the souls he is bound to, other supernatural creatures, and humans who have encountered the supernatural before. He can pick up slight things as his telepathy brushes another's mind, but no concrete thoughts, only feelings.
-Shape shifting. The crow can transform into a 6'2" human with dark hair and brown eyes the exact same shade as his bird form. His clothing remains the same, and consists of a dark grey T-shirt, jeans, and a black leather jacket. In this form, he's known for a blank face that has trouble expressing emotions, a result of having a beak most of the time, and a penetrating staring, which he does often without blinking for minutes on end. While he hasn't shown to do otherwise, these are not his only forms, merely his preferred ones. Also, he has an odd height complex, not realizing how tall he is after spending most of his time in a form that's about seventeen inches off the ground. This is one of his most draining powers, and he tries to limit how much he uses.
-Teleporting. He can move instantaneously through the shadows, simply thinking about a place and being there. He can include passengers, but this is draining. It works far better at night than in the daytime. In theory, if he were in a room with no shadows whatsoever, he would not be able to use this power.
-Absorbing memories. This is a power only available in his human form as it requires hands. The most involuntary of his powers, he can pick up memories from objects, people, and even animals. The ones from objects are usually uncontrollable, while he can choose whether or not to see those of a person. He has to be touching in order to see the memories and they have been known to cause physical pain to him. For a stronger connection, he will touch the person’s eyes. He can also give them to another if he so chooses.
Weaknesses: As a crow or man, he is still a physical being, if a much hardier one than usual. He can still be stabbed or shot and killed for a length of time. Being wounded is actually worse for him, as it takes much longer for him to heal. The other vulnerability is certain rituals and runes that can be used to trap and weaken him for a period of time
Allied with: Currently, no one but himself.
Mortal Enemy: The wicked and corrupt of this world.
History: Once upon a time, there was God. And then there was Death. Neither was sure which was older, but it was clear they were opposite sides of the same coin, the beginning and the ending. While God has his angels, Death had its reapers and psychopomps to carry out the day to day mundane task of death. But Death realized that there were souls who would never find peace and who would be doomed to wander. Unable to interfere, but like God, not above bending the rules, it broke off the tiniest portion of himself and created its last and favorite creation: The Crow. He was the youngest of his brethren, but tasked with one of the more important instructions by his creator. He was to bring souls back from the dead and give them a chance at redemption. He performed his task faithfully throughout the ages, and if his record wasn’t completely spotless, it certainly was a remarkable effort.
Played by: James Purefoy
Sample: He flew high overhead, the dark brown gaze fixated on the ground below. The Crow had only one destination fixed in his mind. His black wings, the same shade as the night sky he was winging his way through, pumped up and down as he shifted direction. He was almost there now. What needed to be done would soon come to pass. He’d seen it all: the man, the woman, the unborn child she had been carrying. All three were slaughtered in a brutal and senseless act of cruelty. The woman and child, unhappy but accepting, had moved on. The man had not. In fact, he’d angrily refused to, running from every reaper and psychopomp who had come for his soul. Out of options, the crow was his last chance to ever be with his family.
He folded his wings and alighted on the ground in a graceful dive. The bodies had been buried in shallow graves not far from where they had been buried. The Crow didn’t move after he landed. He waited. The hours passed and still he waited. The rain came and still he did not move. Finally, when it seemed nothing would ever happen, there was a rustle of dirt, a stone on top of the mound falling off with a Plop! The crow’s head snapped up, watching with intensity. With a moan more animal than human, a tanned hand clawed its way up from the earth, followed by a head and shoulders. Pulling himself free, the tawny-headed fellow lay there gasping for air, sobbing and choking, still in shock from digging himself out of his own grave. But there was no time for that. With a sharp “Caw!” the crow flew past him and landed on a branch just ahead of the man. It was time to go to work.
Alias: Corvus
Age: As old as Death.
Is From: The beginning of the world.
Zodiac: N/A. He was around before the zodiac or even the concept of time was around.
Species: Psychopomp
Height: 21” as a crow, 6’2” as a man.
Gender: Male.
Likes: Revenge, vengeance, good souls, people who feed him, life, flying, seeing karma at work, bad people coming to bad ends, young souls, and lastly but most importantly, death.
Dislikes: The refusal of people to act, those he can’t save, wicked people, greed, corruption, being shot, those who escape karma, bitter food, being dirty, and morons.
Normal Attire: As the Crow, he’s found in his favorite feathers every day of the year. As a human, he’s most often found in drab colored clothing, usually a gray T-shirt, leather jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of worn http://ivywesternsaddlery.com/catalog/images/doubleh-mens_boots_lacer.jpg” boots. He also changes it up occasionally with other dark clothing, and occasionally an entirely white outfit.
Powers/Abilities:
-Bringing souls back from the dead. He shares a special connection with these souls as he guides them to their final reward, granting them a portion of his power that includes enhanced strength, speed, stamina, and healing. In addition, they can heal others, see through his eyes through something called crow vision, and absorb memories from objects and people. If the crow is injured or they stray from the proper path, they lose their powers, and if they die, will be forced to wander the earth as restless spirits. His only limitations is that he needs a body to put the souls back in, no matter how rotten. Cremated remains will not work.
-Sensing souls. He can sense the soul of a person or creature, being able to tell if it is human or otherwise, occasionally being able to pinpoint exactly what it is if it is not human. He can tell whether they fall into the categories of good, evil, or neutral, and how far along they are the path to Heaven, Hell, Limbo, Reincarnation, or wherever their particular soul is headed.
-Telepathy. This is a one-way form of communication he can use it on the souls he is bound to, other supernatural creatures, and humans who have encountered the supernatural before. He can pick up slight things as his telepathy brushes another's mind, but no concrete thoughts, only feelings.
-Shape shifting. The crow can transform into a 6'2" human with dark hair and brown eyes the exact same shade as his bird form. His clothing remains the same, and consists of a dark grey T-shirt, jeans, and a black leather jacket. In this form, he's known for a blank face that has trouble expressing emotions, a result of having a beak most of the time, and a penetrating staring, which he does often without blinking for minutes on end. While he hasn't shown to do otherwise, these are not his only forms, merely his preferred ones. Also, he has an odd height complex, not realizing how tall he is after spending most of his time in a form that's about seventeen inches off the ground. This is one of his most draining powers, and he tries to limit how much he uses.
-Teleporting. He can move instantaneously through the shadows, simply thinking about a place and being there. He can include passengers, but this is draining. It works far better at night than in the daytime. In theory, if he were in a room with no shadows whatsoever, he would not be able to use this power.
-Absorbing memories. This is a power only available in his human form as it requires hands. The most involuntary of his powers, he can pick up memories from objects, people, and even animals. The ones from objects are usually uncontrollable, while he can choose whether or not to see those of a person. He has to be touching in order to see the memories and they have been known to cause physical pain to him. For a stronger connection, he will touch the person’s eyes. He can also give them to another if he so chooses.
Weaknesses: As a crow or man, he is still a physical being, if a much hardier one than usual. He can still be stabbed or shot and killed for a length of time. Being wounded is actually worse for him, as it takes much longer for him to heal. The other vulnerability is certain rituals and runes that can be used to trap and weaken him for a period of time
Allied with: Currently, no one but himself.
Mortal Enemy: The wicked and corrupt of this world.
History: Once upon a time, there was God. And then there was Death. Neither was sure which was older, but it was clear they were opposite sides of the same coin, the beginning and the ending. While God has his angels, Death had its reapers and psychopomps to carry out the day to day mundane task of death. But Death realized that there were souls who would never find peace and who would be doomed to wander. Unable to interfere, but like God, not above bending the rules, it broke off the tiniest portion of himself and created its last and favorite creation: The Crow. He was the youngest of his brethren, but tasked with one of the more important instructions by his creator. He was to bring souls back from the dead and give them a chance at redemption. He performed his task faithfully throughout the ages, and if his record wasn’t completely spotless, it certainly was a remarkable effort.
Played by: James Purefoy
Sample: He flew high overhead, the dark brown gaze fixated on the ground below. The Crow had only one destination fixed in his mind. His black wings, the same shade as the night sky he was winging his way through, pumped up and down as he shifted direction. He was almost there now. What needed to be done would soon come to pass. He’d seen it all: the man, the woman, the unborn child she had been carrying. All three were slaughtered in a brutal and senseless act of cruelty. The woman and child, unhappy but accepting, had moved on. The man had not. In fact, he’d angrily refused to, running from every reaper and psychopomp who had come for his soul. Out of options, the crow was his last chance to ever be with his family.
He folded his wings and alighted on the ground in a graceful dive. The bodies had been buried in shallow graves not far from where they had been buried. The Crow didn’t move after he landed. He waited. The hours passed and still he waited. The rain came and still he did not move. Finally, when it seemed nothing would ever happen, there was a rustle of dirt, a stone on top of the mound falling off with a Plop! The crow’s head snapped up, watching with intensity. With a moan more animal than human, a tanned hand clawed its way up from the earth, followed by a head and shoulders. Pulling himself free, the tawny-headed fellow lay there gasping for air, sobbing and choking, still in shock from digging himself out of his own grave. But there was no time for that. With a sharp “Caw!” the crow flew past him and landed on a branch just ahead of the man. It was time to go to work.