[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Carlisle Corvus[/color][/h1][/center]

It had been a long day, a very...very long day. His ashen cloak still glowed with singe marks from the fires hurled at him not hours before. Two of his brothers had accompanied him on a mission to seek out one of the increasing number of Revenant worshiping cultists that had sparked up in recent years. A simple task, or at least it should have been, yet when they arrived it became clear that these were no lowly mageling scum but wielded magics beyond what they should that. The resulting fight had left one of his brothers so battered he had to be dragged by the other back to the institute leaving him to survey the burnt out hovel that these creeps had called home. The last of the cult lay before him, multiple mortal wounds scattered across his body.. It was a pitiful sight that left a disgusted remorse within him. These people could have lived a good life, but they were tainted beyond repair. The fear within the cultist's eyes grew with each limping step that Crow took towards him. The gashes and burns inflicted by the cultist on him knitting themselves slowly together as he did. [b]"You can't win this! There will always be more where we come from"[/b] the pitiful creature screeched as blood flew from his mouth in flecks. With a great sigh, Crow rested his rune covered palm against the cultist's head. [color=6ecff6]"Make your peace.."[/color] the words sounded tired, ever to himself as Crow said them. The cultist was right, the would always be more. For 100 years he had fought them, and there were always more. Light flared so brilliantly it lit up the surrounding skies as he tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind and when the light dimmed again, the burnt out husk that was once this dark creature fell back against the stones, eyes empty and skin cracked. Such a long day.

With a crack of thunder and light that played across the windows of the famous Tavern, Carlisle slammed in a kneel before the gates of the drinking house, nearly cracking the stones beneath him from the teleport. It was a bit of a rough landing but better than he had hoped. Nephilim weren't really meant to drink, but these days Crow didn't think there was any other way to make it to the next day. Gritting his teeth against a groan, Crow raised to his feet as the still only half healed wounds pulled against his motion. The Braidh in sword form played silvery light even in the growing evening and he rested a hand on the comforting pummel. After a final look to the sky, he pushed open the doors to the waiting bar, readying himself for the expected responses to his entry. He looked ragged as the doors swung open before him, the blood from the fight before drying over lessening wounds and his cloak still glowing faintly with the dying embers of hellfire. A jolly group of civilians parted ways with voices hushing to whispers from previous boisterous shouts, allowing him a corridor towards the bar itself and although he cast his eyes about, it seemed few of them were eager to meet his eye. [color=6ecff6][i]Oh the glory it is to be among our ranks, behold the joyous greetings to our cause[/i][/color]. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, forcing his back straight and proud. He did his job because it had to be done, not for the thanks, but to hell if he was going to look as weary as he did before these people. Instead, he nodded curtly to the barkeep and headed there, ensuring no limp in his step.  

[color=6ecff6]"Whiskey if you have it, ale if you don't"[/color], the relatively young Nephilim asked the barkeep before raising his voice to the crowd around him, [color=6ecff6] "Please, no need to halt the festivities on my account, enjoy"[/color]. He simply hoped his presense wouldn't send too many people running from the backdoor and ruining business for the night as he had already seen a couple of shadier fellows do. Upon having his drink past to him, Crow offered what he attempted to make of an Apologetic smile to the girl behind the bar.




((OOC note: I will be adding the to the abilities a central ability that I completely forgot: that of the light beam teleport. Apologies for not having it written up sooner))