thefairytaledead:“He’s real friendly. He’s real charming. He’s a real problem, too. He’ll have you w
thefairytaledead:“He’s real friendly. He’s real charming. He’s a real problem, too. He’ll have you wrapped around his finger just like the ring he wears. Bastard’s got a bad reputation. Don’t get me wrong, he plays nice, and I’ve had him swear off the funny business. Just don’t… shake his hand…s.” -HuntressANGELThe once “big brother” in a family of criminals. He can turn any human into a bird within his hands.Flirtatious | charming | persuasive | indulgent | notorious | devious | dishonorableAssociated tale: The Seven RavensPossessed by: The Raven LordsFormer residence: Ilyra, Kingdom of AltairFull biography: hereBackstory: The House of SwansYou might wonder why the man with raven wings does not fly.You might infer, perhaps, that all those feathers weigh him down, or that they’ve seen damage in a way that eludes a limp.You might infer that he never learned to fly, or that he simply doesn’t wish to.Ask him, however, and he will grin, and instead present a question of his own to you:“Have you ever heard of the House of Swans?”The House of Swans.You might have heard faint whispers from within the Tavern, over card games and drinks at the corner tables between players. You might have heard the name uttered between two unscrupulous fellows, who swiftly changed topics when they spotted your unwelcomed presence.But you will have never heard much beyond a name.The man with raven wings will nod when you tell him so, and his grin will widen. “Thought so,” he will say. “Few know about it, much less what it is. What it really is, at any rate. The secrecy’s a matter of Altairi pride.”He will tell you, then, that he himself is from Altair. “It’s a place where everything is holy and golden and touched by starlight. The people have stars on their foreheads, all dignified, and the knights serve the supposed ‘noblest of causes’. At least, that’s how it is, according to the outside world.”“Altairi knights” - he will chuckle, reminiscing - “I knew one, once. Star-faced, untouchable bastard in battle, shining armor, rode a white horse. People talked about him everywhere he went. He had that kind of reputation - dipped in gold, real pretty when you held it to the Sun. That’s the impression Altairis leave on the rest of the world: that we’re all star-faced and better than anyone else.”But not all of Altair is touched by light, he will tell you. Placing a finger on his forehead, he will point out that not everyone from there is graced with a holy mark, either.“Only nobles are born with those marks,” he will say. “I was born in the darker part of town where they put a knife in your hand the minute you exit the womb.” He will chuckle, and his signature scoundrel’s smirk will tug at the corners of his beard.He is a creature dipped in the color of a blackbird, and his reputation is no brighter. He betrays everything spoken of Altairi people - the golden armor, the holy star - and he makes no effort to deny this, proudly given to the roguish, indecorous manner with which he carries himself.“You ought to know: in Altair, everything betrays its name,” he will tell you. “See, I was raised in the House of Swans, so I know the truth.” Keep reading -- source link