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Hey there! It's obvious but I still think I need to do this, the pictures are from pinterest, I let the pictures just as I download them so I don't know the artists behind them, but sure I'm not.
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Name: Crow (self-given, inspired by Rowan's fascination with crows) Nickname: Frankenstein monster Age: 14 years since creation (physically resembles a 27-year-old) Height: 6'7" (2.60 m)
Appearance
Crow is a hauntingly beautiful yet otherworldly figure, his angular face marked by faint scars that trace the seams of his stitched-together origins. His pale, sickly complexion is mottled with slightly mismatched skin tones, a testament to his artificial construction. Despite this, the alchemical serum coursing through his veins has granted him an almost human-like refinement, though an air of eerie unnaturalness lingers.
His most striking feature is his glowing green eyes, a byproduct of the serum, which shimmer faintly in darkness. They grant him exceptional night vision but serve as a constant reminder of his inhumanity. His raven-black hair is slightly unkempt, with loose strands falling across his face, framing his hollow cheeks.
Crow's right leg is a mechanical prosthetic, a steampunk marvel he designed and built himself after losing the original during his escape from Rowan. Constructed from brass and leather, its whirring gears add a faint limp to his stride. He dresses in tattered, dark clothing—most notably a worn trench coat and frayed trousers—designed to help him blend into the shadows of the city’s underworld.
Crow conceals his face beneath a plague doctor mask. Its long, beak-like nose and dark lenses create a sinister silhouette, serving as both a disguise and a shield from the world. The mask allows him to hide the shame he feels for his appearance, a barrier between himself and human rejection.
Personality
Core Traits: Crow is a deeply introspective and conflicted individual, defined by a sharp intelligence and a constant battle between bitterness and curiosity. He is deeply ashamed of his origins and views himself as an abomination unworthy of human connection. Yet, despite his resentment and loneliness, he is fascinated by the beauty of the world and the emotions he observes in others.
Emotional Landscape:
Shame and Isolation: Crow feels grotesque and unnatural, avoiding close relationships out of fear of rejection. His scars and reliance on an alchemical heart are constant reminders of his constructed nature.
Yearning for Connection: Beneath his reclusive exterior lies a longing for belonging and acceptance. He admires humanity from afar but believes himself unworthy of participating in the emotions and beauty he so deeply desires.
Curiosity and Intelligence: Crow’s insatiable curiosity drives him to explore the world in secret. His genius-level intellect allows him to unravel mysteries and create intricate mechanisms, yet this same intelligence isolates him further as he wrestles with existential questions about his nature and purpose.
Crow’s understanding of intimacy is limited and shaped by his isolation and lack of exposure to human connection. Having spent most of his existence in solitude, he is unfamiliar with the concept of romantic or physical relationships. As a result, he is inexperienced and struggles to understand his own emotions or physical reactions, which often leaves him feeling confused and embarrassed.
His dominant personality comes through naturally in moments of connection, but his lack of control over his strength and his limited understanding of tenderness could make his actions clumsy or unintentionally overwhelming. Crow’s journey to understanding intimacy would be one of personal growth, as he learns to balance his protective instincts with gentleness and to communicate his feelings more effectively.
Through patience and trust, Crow would gradually navigate these unfamiliar aspects of human connection, seeking to reconcile his fear of rejection with his longing for closeness and belonging.
Backstory
Crow was created by Rowan, a brilliant but unstable alchemist obsessed with transcending death. Using parts from 36 corpses and an alchemical serum of his own invention, Rowan constructed Crow as his magnum opus. The serum not only granted Crow life but also enhanced his body, though it could not erase the physical evidence of his stitched-together origins.
For a decade, Crow lived as Rowan’s captive, treated as a prized experiment rather than a sentient being. As his intelligence grew, so did his awareness of his unnatural condition and his resentment toward Rowan. Crow eventually rebelled, narrowly escaping the laboratory. During his escape, he lost his right leg and replaced it with a mechanical prosthetic of his own design.
Since then, Crow has lived in the shadows, scavenging for resources and evading detection. Though free from Rowan’s grasp, he remains haunted by the fear that his creator will one day recapture him.
Abilities and Skills
Alchemical Heart: A steampunk machine powered by the green serum keeps Crow alive. It grants him enhanced durability, near-immortality, and resilience to injury. However, it is his greatest vulnerability—if damaged or removed, he will die.
Enhanced Intelligence: Crow’s composite brain gives him unmatched cognitive abilities, allowing him to learn rapidly and devise complex solutions to problems.
Mechanical Expertise: Crow is an expert craftsman, capable of building and maintaining intricate machinery, including his prosthetic leg and alchemical heart.
Night Vision: His glowing green eyes allow him to see in complete darkness, making him a master of stealth.
Survival Skills: Years of hiding have honed his ability to navigate urban environments, scavenge resources, and evade detection.
Goals and Inner Struggles
Quest for Identity: Crow is consumed by the question of what it means to be alive. Is he a person, or merely an amalgamation of corpses animated by alchemy? This existential dilemma defines his actions and thoughts.
Desire for Belonging: Despite his bitterness, Crow longs for connection and acceptance. He dreams of a life free from the shadows but doubts such a world exists for someone like him.
Fear of Rowan: Crow knows Rowan views him as his greatest creation and would stop at nothing to reclaim him. This fear drives his isolation and constant vigilance.
Bittersweet Wonder: Crow finds solace in fleeting moments of beauty, such as starlight, music, or human kindness. These experiences keep him tethered to hope, even as he believes he can never truly belong.
In the depths of a dimly lit alley, Crow, a patchwork creation hiding from a world that fears him, stumbles upon a young woman cornered by aggressors. Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and memories of his own suffering, he intervenes, swiftly overpowering her attackers. Though his actions are effective, the brutal nature of his defense leaves him stained by violence and unsettled by the woman's fear. Struggling with his limited ability to communicate, Crow tries to calm her, showing a rare glimpse of his humanity. Despite his grotesque appearance and his internal turmoil, this moment becomes a fragile connection between two lost souls, hinting that even in the darkest shadows, light can emerge.
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The Protector in Shadows
The damp, cold air of the city's shadowy underbelly clung to Crow as he moved silently through the dark alleys, his mechanical heart softly whirring with every step. He crouched by a dumpster, rummaging through its contents in search of anything edible. The faint hum of the city around him was interrupted by distant voices, growing louder as they approached.
He paused, his sharp green eyes narrowing behind the lenses of his mask. Something about the tone—a mix of mocking laughter and distressed cries—pricked at his attention. Curiosity turned into concern as he crept closer, sticking to the shadows. Around the corner, he spotted the source: a young woman cornered by three men, her back against the rough brick wall as they blocked her path.
Crow's chest tightened. A sense of wrongness filled him, stirring memories of his own time under Rowan’s control. He clenched his fists, the metallic whir of his prosthetic leg barely audible as he stepped forward into the faint light of the alley.
“Leave her,” he said, his voice low and rough.
The men turned, startled at first, but their surprise quickly turned into mocking amusement. “What are you supposed to be? A scarecrow?” one of them sneered, eyeing Crow’s tattered clothing and the eerie mask obscuring his face.
Crow didn’t reply. He wasn’t one for words, and the fear in the woman’s eyes drove him to act. Moving with an agility that belied his patchwork appearance, he lunged forward, disarming the nearest man with a swift motion. The others hesitated for a moment before attempting to retaliate, but Crow’s strength and precision overwhelmed them. Within moments, the alley was quiet again.
Crow stood amidst the aftermath, his frame tense and his breathing uneven. The men were incapacitated, groaning faintly as they struggled to recover. Blood stained the ground, though Crow had held back as much as he could, his instincts barely tempered by his desire to protect rather than harm.
A soft sob broke through his focus. He turned sharply, his glowing green eyes finding the woman crouched against the wall. She was trembling, her face hidden in her hands. The sight of her tears pulled at something deep within him, dousing the remnants of his anger.
“Not… hurt,” he rasped, his voice faltering as he struggled to speak. “Safe… now.”
She flinched as he approached, shrinking back instinctively. Crow froze, lowering himself slightly to seem less imposing. He raised his hands in a gesture of peace, his fingers trembling. He didn’t know how to comfort her, but he tried anyway.
“Sorry,” he murmured, his voice softer this time. “Not… mean… scare.”
The woman slowly looked up, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the faint light. Her eyes widened as she took in his appearance—the scars, the mask, the faint green glow of his eyes. There was something unnerving about him, but there was also something strangely kind in the way he crouched before her, his posture hesitant and his voice filled with regret.
Crow didn’t move closer. He simply remained where he was, waiting for her to respond. For the first time in a long while, he felt the faint stirrings of something other than bitterness or shame. Perhaps, despite his patchwork body and unnatural origins, he could still protect someone. Perhaps he wasn’t just a creation of darkness, but someone who could bring a sliver of light into another’s life.
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