Post by Corvus Corthrow on Mar 31, 2015 16:19:26 GMT -7
Name: Corvus Corthrow.
Nickname: Silent Servant.
Age: 32.
Gender: Male.
Height: 5'11
Weight: 210lbs
Nationality: Equestrian.
Occupation: Knighted Lieutenant Commander of the Equestrian Royal Provost (Military Police). Granted acting authority grade of Captain in capacity to his duties.
Allegiance: Solar Empire
Marital Status: Single, and not looking.
Hair: Short cut, and dark.
Eyes: Green.
Living Relatives: Mother (Shana Corthrow) and father (Stanley Corthrow). No siblings.
Flight or Magic: Regular Human.
General Description: Corvus is very seldom seen out of uniform. He carries himself in an almost unnaturally professional manner. When out of uniform, he is usually in semi-formal attire with long sleeved shirts and gloves. His keeps his face clean shaven, and is well built with a strong frame as is expected of a soldier. Though, he is not some muscle bound gym jock, just very fit and athletic; years of service in heavy armor.
Skills: Field training in physical control techniques and forensic investigation learned from his time as a lawman. General combat and leadership learned from the basic Equestrian Military Academy. Advanced tactics and command traits obtained from the Royal Provost training facility.
Faults: Corvus is not a flyer, or magic user. His prior experience with the rouge Changeling made him very short and intolerant with females outside a professional setting. He is extraordinarily stubborn when it comes to his duty and is very non-social. His non-chatty nature, quiet focus on duty, and his lack of social engagement earned him the nickname Silent Servant.
History: Corvus was born to a pair of married woodcutters in a small agricultural settlement in the far southern region of the Solar Empire, in a valley of the end of a mountain chain located directly between Vlerahm Forest and the sea, called Thonany (think Appleoosa). He was raised there in a normal rural manner, going to the small little school house and taking part in heavy chores around the lumber mill. Raids and skirmishes between the settlers and the native mountain population were common. When Corvus was of age, he was hired by the local sheriff as a deputy, and served with marked distinction. He was involved in several small incidents with the natives and made a name for himself as cool under fire. He also had a knack for investigation and assisted in solving several crimes with solid detective work. Oddly enough, things calmed down around the region considerably when the civil war’s violence reached the area, since the natives realized the Marshal at the regional military garrison would not play nice anymore with bigger issues breathing down his neck. An uneasy peace was made; settlement expansion stopped, and native attacks stopped.
Corvus enforced Her Majesty’s Law peacefully until one day a settler went missing. Then another went missing the next day. Soon, over a dozen were missing and the sheriff and his deputies were at a loss. They immediately suspected the natives but when they confronted them they learned that the natives had missing members too. One night while on watch, Corvus saw a suspicious person moving behind a house. When he tried to follow, the figure bolted into the brush. He gave chase and tried to blow his police-whistle, but by the time he got it to his lips he was out of earshot of the settlement. Then, suddenly, he was knocked out by a blow to the head from behind. He woke up chained down to the floor of an unknown cavern, with a Changeling standing over him, though he did not realize it was a Changeling. He was under a mind control spell, and was madly in love with the Changeling, who fed off him at least once a day. She was the most beautiful, most wonderful woman he had ever known. Perfect in every way, from looks to voice. He yearned for her and lived only for her visits; this despite eventually getting so sick and weak he could not rise from his spot on the stone floor. He absolutely worshiped her, and truly believed they were a loving, fairy-tale couple. The chain was removed when he was too weak to stand anymore, so the chain be used on fresh victims. One day, he gathered the will power to crawl out of his chamber in the cave and find her, since he so dearly missed her in the few hours it had been since he saw her. He ventured into the cavern, only to find the dead, drained bodies of the Changeling’s other victims. He recognized one of them as the first missing settler, a friend of his. He then heard the pathetic cries of the still living victims, calling for the Changeling to come to them. This snapped him partially out of the spell, and when the Changeling found him outside his chamber, he begged her to forgive him. He knew now what she was, but he still forgave her under the thought-bending influence of the spell. He only wanted to love her, and give her all the love she needed. But he said she had to let the rest go and stop kidnapping more; it had to be just him. It was half jealousy, half his duty. She attacked him, and his primal instincts kicked in, along with his training. The thought of dying was acceptable to him, because he would happily die in the act of feeding his beloved. Other thoughts tried to surface as well, but were suppressed. These two thoughts alone penetrated the love-spell: he had to protect the others who were innocent, and he had to do his duty. Even if it meant confronting his so dearly, passionately loved captor. When she got on top of him to casually strangle him, confident the love-spell would keep him from resisting her efforts, he was able to pick up a stone and strike her in the head with it. The strike was a lucky shot to the temple, and the adrenalin-assisted force behind the blow was fatal.
He made it out of the cave and passed out after an hour or crawling, when all the adrenalin and energy in his body were gone. Luckily, he was found before the sun set by a foraging native who immediately alerted the settlement. The native reported Corvus to be uncontrollably sobbing and utterly inconsolable, crying out about how he ‘murdered his great love’. The sheriff was able to follow the crawl-trail and find the cave, with the still living victims.
It took many months of concentrated rehabilitation and powerful magical treatments to make him recover from the extremely traumatic emotional devastation of really believing he had killed his one-true-love. He tried to kill himself more than once in the beginning, so deeply heart broken and ashamed to have killed her, despite what she was and what she was doing. But eventually, the residual traces of the spell were all removed, and he was given the psychological support needed to regain his personal stability. He was, with great fanfare from a grateful settlement, returned to duty.
His suffering was rewarded. Because he ended up rescuing the surviving victims by stopping the Changeling, the sheriff recommended Corvus to the Equestrian Military Academy, and the settlement’s Mayor personally endorsed the recommendation to the regional Marshal, who readily approved. The Academy accepted him, and Corvus hesitantly enlisted. Despite an unreasonably hard time in the Academy (Regular types have an extra difficult time making it through the school since they have no magic or flying, plus there is unspoken bias) he managed to graduate and was placed into the Royal Provost program due to his prior occupation as a deputy sheriff. He graduated there as well, and subsequently rose to the mid-grade officer rank of Lieutenant Commander through old fashioned hard work and unmatched dedication to his duty. It was his strong devotion to duty, after all, that broke the love-spell. During his service as a Royal Guard, he was dubbed a Solar Knight for selfless valor on the field, as is common of most Equestrian officers. He continues to serve as a Provost field officer, patrolling the lesser populated areas of Kingdom away from the war-zones, often assisting desperately ill-equipped and undermanned law enforcement organizations with criminal cases far flung from the safety of Canterlot.
Picture: (Optional, but encouraged) – if you need to see what he looks like, open up most any public image of Princess Celestia and peer into the back ground. The men in the gold armor with blue-plumage helmets are always there, and they all look alike.
Nickname: Silent Servant.
Age: 32.
Gender: Male.
Height: 5'11
Weight: 210lbs
Nationality: Equestrian.
Occupation: Knighted Lieutenant Commander of the Equestrian Royal Provost (Military Police). Granted acting authority grade of Captain in capacity to his duties.
Allegiance: Solar Empire
Marital Status: Single, and not looking.
Hair: Short cut, and dark.
Eyes: Green.
Living Relatives: Mother (Shana Corthrow) and father (Stanley Corthrow). No siblings.
Flight or Magic: Regular Human.
General Description: Corvus is very seldom seen out of uniform. He carries himself in an almost unnaturally professional manner. When out of uniform, he is usually in semi-formal attire with long sleeved shirts and gloves. His keeps his face clean shaven, and is well built with a strong frame as is expected of a soldier. Though, he is not some muscle bound gym jock, just very fit and athletic; years of service in heavy armor.
Skills: Field training in physical control techniques and forensic investigation learned from his time as a lawman. General combat and leadership learned from the basic Equestrian Military Academy. Advanced tactics and command traits obtained from the Royal Provost training facility.
Faults: Corvus is not a flyer, or magic user. His prior experience with the rouge Changeling made him very short and intolerant with females outside a professional setting. He is extraordinarily stubborn when it comes to his duty and is very non-social. His non-chatty nature, quiet focus on duty, and his lack of social engagement earned him the nickname Silent Servant.
History: Corvus was born to a pair of married woodcutters in a small agricultural settlement in the far southern region of the Solar Empire, in a valley of the end of a mountain chain located directly between Vlerahm Forest and the sea, called Thonany (think Appleoosa). He was raised there in a normal rural manner, going to the small little school house and taking part in heavy chores around the lumber mill. Raids and skirmishes between the settlers and the native mountain population were common. When Corvus was of age, he was hired by the local sheriff as a deputy, and served with marked distinction. He was involved in several small incidents with the natives and made a name for himself as cool under fire. He also had a knack for investigation and assisted in solving several crimes with solid detective work. Oddly enough, things calmed down around the region considerably when the civil war’s violence reached the area, since the natives realized the Marshal at the regional military garrison would not play nice anymore with bigger issues breathing down his neck. An uneasy peace was made; settlement expansion stopped, and native attacks stopped.
Corvus enforced Her Majesty’s Law peacefully until one day a settler went missing. Then another went missing the next day. Soon, over a dozen were missing and the sheriff and his deputies were at a loss. They immediately suspected the natives but when they confronted them they learned that the natives had missing members too. One night while on watch, Corvus saw a suspicious person moving behind a house. When he tried to follow, the figure bolted into the brush. He gave chase and tried to blow his police-whistle, but by the time he got it to his lips he was out of earshot of the settlement. Then, suddenly, he was knocked out by a blow to the head from behind. He woke up chained down to the floor of an unknown cavern, with a Changeling standing over him, though he did not realize it was a Changeling. He was under a mind control spell, and was madly in love with the Changeling, who fed off him at least once a day. She was the most beautiful, most wonderful woman he had ever known. Perfect in every way, from looks to voice. He yearned for her and lived only for her visits; this despite eventually getting so sick and weak he could not rise from his spot on the stone floor. He absolutely worshiped her, and truly believed they were a loving, fairy-tale couple. The chain was removed when he was too weak to stand anymore, so the chain be used on fresh victims. One day, he gathered the will power to crawl out of his chamber in the cave and find her, since he so dearly missed her in the few hours it had been since he saw her. He ventured into the cavern, only to find the dead, drained bodies of the Changeling’s other victims. He recognized one of them as the first missing settler, a friend of his. He then heard the pathetic cries of the still living victims, calling for the Changeling to come to them. This snapped him partially out of the spell, and when the Changeling found him outside his chamber, he begged her to forgive him. He knew now what she was, but he still forgave her under the thought-bending influence of the spell. He only wanted to love her, and give her all the love she needed. But he said she had to let the rest go and stop kidnapping more; it had to be just him. It was half jealousy, half his duty. She attacked him, and his primal instincts kicked in, along with his training. The thought of dying was acceptable to him, because he would happily die in the act of feeding his beloved. Other thoughts tried to surface as well, but were suppressed. These two thoughts alone penetrated the love-spell: he had to protect the others who were innocent, and he had to do his duty. Even if it meant confronting his so dearly, passionately loved captor. When she got on top of him to casually strangle him, confident the love-spell would keep him from resisting her efforts, he was able to pick up a stone and strike her in the head with it. The strike was a lucky shot to the temple, and the adrenalin-assisted force behind the blow was fatal.
He made it out of the cave and passed out after an hour or crawling, when all the adrenalin and energy in his body were gone. Luckily, he was found before the sun set by a foraging native who immediately alerted the settlement. The native reported Corvus to be uncontrollably sobbing and utterly inconsolable, crying out about how he ‘murdered his great love’. The sheriff was able to follow the crawl-trail and find the cave, with the still living victims.
It took many months of concentrated rehabilitation and powerful magical treatments to make him recover from the extremely traumatic emotional devastation of really believing he had killed his one-true-love. He tried to kill himself more than once in the beginning, so deeply heart broken and ashamed to have killed her, despite what she was and what she was doing. But eventually, the residual traces of the spell were all removed, and he was given the psychological support needed to regain his personal stability. He was, with great fanfare from a grateful settlement, returned to duty.
His suffering was rewarded. Because he ended up rescuing the surviving victims by stopping the Changeling, the sheriff recommended Corvus to the Equestrian Military Academy, and the settlement’s Mayor personally endorsed the recommendation to the regional Marshal, who readily approved. The Academy accepted him, and Corvus hesitantly enlisted. Despite an unreasonably hard time in the Academy (Regular types have an extra difficult time making it through the school since they have no magic or flying, plus there is unspoken bias) he managed to graduate and was placed into the Royal Provost program due to his prior occupation as a deputy sheriff. He graduated there as well, and subsequently rose to the mid-grade officer rank of Lieutenant Commander through old fashioned hard work and unmatched dedication to his duty. It was his strong devotion to duty, after all, that broke the love-spell. During his service as a Royal Guard, he was dubbed a Solar Knight for selfless valor on the field, as is common of most Equestrian officers. He continues to serve as a Provost field officer, patrolling the lesser populated areas of Kingdom away from the war-zones, often assisting desperately ill-equipped and undermanned law enforcement organizations with criminal cases far flung from the safety of Canterlot.
Picture: (Optional, but encouraged) – if you need to see what he looks like, open up most any public image of Princess Celestia and peer into the back ground. The men in the gold armor with blue-plumage helmets are always there, and they all look alike.
