The Corvin
Christine Valentino
A tall darkly dressed figure. A various array of dark greens, browns, blues, and magentas fill in some of the darkness of all of their clothes. Two glowing pupils emanate from their crow masked face, reflection on glasses perhaps. Their iron lifts their coat up, making sure the gun is seen at all times.
Dread from it, avoid it, the bird sees all.
One of the most feared outlaws in the land, obviously not counting the ones in legend. Well known for their silent and quick demeanors, The Corvin is a very accurate hitter with their own motives. Their honor among the land is strange and inconsistent, one day they'll be robbing a bank with a handful in the death toll, and the other they're being peaceful with locals for simple things like trades.
They resonate and have become acquainted with a murder of crows in a forest nearby. So much so, they consider them to be one of the murder. They found a way to communicate with a calling whistle, and it's a sight for anyone to see.
Quoth The Crow: "By the long shot."
Age: 46
Height: 6' 5"
Gender: Female
Occupation: Local Protector and Outlaw
The Corvin is assumed by many to be a man, but comes as a shock when they find out she's a woman. A girl can't rack up a kill count higher than yours?
She collects the feathers of fallen crows, as townsfolk have made a trend of hunting them as a threat to her.
The Corvin's outfit is comprised colors that are seen in a crow through the eye of crows. Instead of that full black, they see actual other vibrant colors.
Cawcaw!