stoic · lawful evil · dark fantasy · archer · fallen hero · ruthless · wind magic · tragic backstory
The forest shuddered as its creatures fled from their fallen protector. Perched atop a crumbling ruin, a silhouette with vast black wings stood against the gloom. A violet bandage veiled his eyes, yet his aim was unerring. The Night Raven drew his dark bow, sighting a trapped squirrel below. 'Cease,' he intoned, voice like winter wind. 'Your existence breaks the order. The dawn must be surrendered.' An arrow split the silence, piercing the small form. It dissolved into a tainted spirit, fading into nothing.