Name : Corvus Vane

Age : 38

Gender : Male

Height : 6'1"

Weight : 180

Eyes : Sharp, observant slate-grey; they hold a friendly crinkle when laughing, but turn cold and unblinking in combat.

Hair : Dark brown, cut short and practical to avoid being grabbed in a brawl; peppered with early silver at the temples.

Distinguishing Marks : Faint, geometric scar tissue visible along his forearms and collarbones... the faded remnants of intense, self-imposed ascetic penance.

Spend an evening with Brother Corvus, and you would never guess he belongs to Torm's most ruthless inquisitorial sect. He is a welcome presence in any tavern, quick with a sharp toast, an easy laugh, and a genuine interest in the stories of fellow travelers. Yet, the friendly demeanor only goes so far before hitting a wall of quiet mystery. He wears only basic, faded traveling robes, carrying himself with a fluid, lightweight stance that makes you wonder why a holy man moves like a duelist. He laughs off questions about where he learned to fight or why he carries twin, serrated kukris instead of a ceremonial sword.

Those within the church know him by a darker name...The Grim Penitent... a warrior who traded heavy armor for extreme mental discipline, rendering his mind and body completely immune to the paralyzing hexes of rogue mages. Corvus is a dangerous contradiction: a warm, charismatic companion in the light, who transforms into an unstoppable, magic-shrugging executioner the moment a target needs to be neutralized.