Crow has made quite an impact here. I have seen people rejoice, frown, or tremble, at the mere hearing of the name. I have seen futile attempts of people, trying to figure out who is the man behind the mask, what are his motives, what is his ultimate goal. I have heard remarks about Crow, both good and bad, but all of them wrong. If only they knew that Crow is only one of my many faces...
Mordir ''Hawk'', is a man I frequently impersonate. A freelance bounty hunter from Dol Amroth, who serves the highest bidder, asks no questions, and gets the job done swiftly. I have slayed or arrested plenty of criminals, while using that name... And to my pleasure, he has become quite trusty among the guards and the nobility.
Garret Ravenborn, born in Minas Tirith, and the heir of his family's fortune. He is a man I had to go way out of my way to create. If it wasn't for Imrachil's help, it would be impossible. Fortunately, gold is able to turn away eyes everywhere, not just in Pelargir. A few tips here and there, and Lord Garret has been officialy named a citizen of Minas Tirith. Finding and claiming the fortune was the easy part... The original owners of it earned an unmarked grave, while I feast on their possesions. As expected, a noble from the white city is more than welcome in the higher circles of Pelargir. The fools have no idea that the man they let in their mansions is the man that hunts to kill them...
At times, I have played various roles... From a bard to a smith, and from a dockworker to a farmer, all have served their purposes brilliantly, to confuse and cover my tracks. Blessed be forgery, and my innate ability to adapt to different environments and situations. But most of all, blessed be my allies, for without them, much of these deeds would be impossible to achieve.
Imrachil, of course, is a man to whom I shall be eternally thankful of, for he has risked much in helping me all these times. Another of my allies is Jaffar, a shipmaster, and one that I still find it hard to believe I am working with. He is descended from Harad, though he was born and raised in Pelargir. Fortunately for him, he holds no love for his kind, and has offered me his help in my actions. Many times I have pretended to be a sailor in his employ.
And of course, I could not forget to mention Helena... The finest woman to have ever walked this earth. Mysterious, beautiful, enchanting. A simple glimpse of her eyes could make any man succumb to her wishes. I know nothing about her, yet that is what makes her so intriguing. She is no noblewoman, no guard, no merchant. She is a harlot, yet one that no duchess could not be jealous of. No secrets can be kept from her. Whatever is spoken, she knows about it. Whatever dark deeds one wishes to hide, she knows. I doubt there is anyone with more knowledge of the people, with more contacts, than she. And I am curious to find out what she hides behind her dazzling looks, her enchanting stare, and her mischievous smile.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
