The burliest, most strapping starlight elf you have ever seen looms before you, his girth and size exaggerated by the wisps of shadow clinging to him like a cloak. Beneath his vest, the lean muscles of his broad chest ripple as he brings the haft of his chosen weapon to rest against his exposed shoulder: an enormous obsidian scythe. On the other shoulder perches a crow. Clad simply in a black-and-red color scheme, the polished black boots below standing in stark contrast to a shock of bone-white hair above, the sellsword bears no identifying insignia. "Clock!" he calls, and a second, larger bird—a raven—appears. Beneath eyes the color of lava, the white lines at the sides of his mouth pull into a tiny, cold, benign smirk.
~ Played by Shangerla