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Description
Corvin can be described as tall, dark and handsome, with black curly hair and brown eyes. He has a thin mustache and small goatee, which he keeps clean cut and shaven to perfection. His hair waves down just past his shoulders, but most of the time he keeps it tied back in a ponytail, allowing just his bangs to hang down over his face. Corvin only speaks English, but he has a slight French accent and talks with a sense of nobility, being somewhat stern yet humble. He only wears black, white or red, and appears to be somewhat of a Gothic prince. He normally fashions a hooded cloak which is white on one side and black on the other. He sometimes wears this with a black and red cape, flaunting the crest of the golden eagle, over an all black tunic. He wears polished black leather boots and a polished belt, with gloves and a sheath to match. His armor is very light, consisting of metal arm bands and shin guards, with close ringed thin woven chainmail and a leather padded vest. In times of true war, he will wear a metal chestplate and full assassin's silver armour. During peace time he will normally wear a leather vest jacket or French regalia made of silk.
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Personality
Corvin was once a flamboyant, highly energetic child. As a noble man, he now seems quiet and secluded. He does not talk much, and usually travels during rainy weather. He is strange and mysterious, always having his head down or covering his face. He does not expose his skin much, and tends to stay in places where it's dark, quiet or shadowy. Besides being shy, he is also very kind and respectful towards most people. He can be very helpful and giving sometimes, but other times he seems to back away from people. He is smart and talented, but not very trusting. He can be very loyal and courageous, never hesitating to fight when it is necessary. Chivalry, honor and respect are most important to him, as is honesty and discipline. He doesn't like to be asked questions about his past, and his explanation for being so wealthy is that his father was a bishop. Corvin is extremely sensitive, but very sly and tricky. He has catlike reflexes, foxlike wits, and a snakey personality. Besides all this, he is very calm and collective.
Equipment
Corvin always carries the raven's sword, given to him by his father. The raven's sword was designed by Leonardo da Vinci, and is basically a long two sided broadsword which can be weilded with either one or both hands. Corvin's father personally trained him in all the ways of the assassin, from swordsmanship to horseback riding. Corvin knows how to use a crossbow and a pistol, and just about every bladed weapon imaginable; knives, daggers, swords, spears, axes, hatchets, clubs, maces, whips and chains. He often wears a money purse, food purse, and medicine pouch on his tool belt. He also sometimes carries a bullet pouch, and wears several different weapons on a tool sash across his chest. He always sheathes his sword and dagger at the left side of his belt, and he always brooches the red and black cape of the golden eagle to his left shoulder plate, allowing it to hang down over the left side of his body over the black and white cloak of the hooded crow. He learned about botany and chemistry from da Vinci, and has all the skills needed for every tool and item in the assassin arts. Corvin never carries too much, however, as he is also a freerunner and an expert brawler. He is very innovative, fast and clever. What he lacks in strength, he makes up for with years of training and inginuity.
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History
Corvin de la Chateau was originally born in Toulon, France (as "Corvin de Toulon"), but after his mother and sister died, Corvin's father left France and raised him in North America, on a humble ranch in South Carolina. His dad taught him everything that he knew, from hunting to farming, and even herding. Corvin learned how to read and write in English, how to ride a horse, and even how to make and use innovative weapons. But by the age of fifteen, Corvin became curious as to how his mother and sister really died. His father told him that they had been murdered by assassins who wished to kill them because of his father's misdeeds. Corvin's father was an assassin for L'Order D'Ankou, a secret society whose main purpose was to destroy the evil Grand Orient of France, and to defend chivalry. After hearing this, Corvin wanted to know more. His father told him that he was one of the greatest assassins who ever lived, and that he had killed many of the Orient's wicked conspirators. But the French Pope found out and had Corvin's whole family assassinated. Corvin's father protected him by leaving Toulon, and raising him on a small secluded ranch in the middle of the woods. One day, Corvin's father gave him a necklace bearing the golden eagle medallion. On top of that, he gave Corvin the black and white cloak of the hooded crow, and the raven's sword, all of which were special items bestowed only upon members of L'Order D'Ankou. The rest of the honorable secret society had been assassinated also, so it was up to Corvin's father to take revenge. Corvin knew it was his duty to guard the ranch while his father was gone, but he believed in his heart that it was his destiny to follow in his father's footsteps. Two years passed, and Corvin's father returned sick. He had regained his family's honor by assassinating everyone who was involved in the conspiracy, but had fell victim to malaria from a mosquito bite which ultimately took his life. Corvin was seventeen years old when his dad died. Not wanting to be completely secluded afterwards, he hired a few farmers to work on the ranch while he returned to France on a Spanish trade ship, wearing the necklace that his father had given to him. An artist named Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci wore a similar medallion, and recognized the emblem on Corvin's sword; da Vinci himself said that he designed it. Corvin was impressed, especially after hearing that da Vinci was an engineer and an inventor, and that he used to make weapons for Corvin's father. Leonardo da Vinci told Corvin that his father was an extraordinary man who believed that one day, good would triumph over evil; da Vinci then gave him a serum which made Corvin immune to all sicknesses and poisons. He stayed with da Vinci for a while, learning all that he could about science and anatomy. Leonardo engineered a giant castle for him in Toulon where he became known as Corvin de la Chataeu, or "Corvin of the Castle". He has but one desire, to make his name live on after he dies. He established a huge headquarters for L'Order D'Ankou in Marseille, and by the age of twenty three he assumed a more shadowy role as the occultic and mysterious Count of Toulon.
Corvin de la Chataeu enters Gambit's Bar quietly, angrily, and somewhat nervously, looking fully armored and dressed to kill. Corvin had his usual white hooded cloak on, concealing the rest of his attire beneath it, as his cold dark eyes scanned the tavern silently. He held his sword in his right hand, but there was something different about it. The long two-handed broadsword had a modified blade on it, made of stronger alloy. It was somewhat ackward for Corvin to enter the bar with his sword drawn. It could've been because he had just gotten into a duel with someone, or perhaps he was preparing for a battle. His hair was cut shorter than normal, with a small tuft of hair tied to the back of his head. His hood was up, concealing all but his face, as he made his way slowly towards the bar.
Corvin de la Chataeu approaches the counter slowly and leans over the bar, signalling one of the waitresses over to him with a wave of his hand. He ordered a tall glass bottomed tin mug full of chilled black coffee and looks behind him, before placing two gold francish coins down on the counter. The waitress would pick up the coins and walk away, returning moments later with his coffee. Corvin noticed Naomi's glance in his direction, but did not make a big deal out of it, simply picking up his mug and taking a sip while standing there with one arm resting against the counter, observing everyone in the bar.
Corvin de la Chataeu sips quietly on his chilled black coffee, narrowed eyes looking around the tavern. There was something about the look in his eyes tonight, that was unsettling to those who knew him. It was as if his mind was somewhere else at the time, as he looked around the bar with his hood up, shadowing half of his face from view. Corvin had finally succeeded in his mission. He had stalled the Chinese and drawn the attention of the Aschens towards himself, allowing L'Order D'Ankou to secretly raise an army of assassin knights who were just as dangerous and mysterious as him. Corvin's enemies were gullible, it had been an easy mission for him, though probably at the cost of his own life. But it didn't matter, for such was the reserve and dedication of one such assassin, and there were many more like him. Corvin sipped quietly on his coffee, setting the mug down on the counter before looking around the room again.
Corvin de la Chataeu looked back over to Naomi, then over at Michael, who was standing on the other side of the tavern. Corvin could not overhear Michael and Ireland talking, as there were several other people inside the bar, many customers between them and Corvin, though he did notice that they were looking at him and whispering to one another. Michael then made the mistake of motioning to him, but Corvin turned around slowly, acting as if he didn't see anything. He picked up his mug again and took another sip of coffee, looking back over at Naomi quietly as she sipped on her drink.
Corvin de la Chataeu continues to sip on his coffee quietly, appearing to be quite relaxed and uncaring, though his eyes gave the hint that he was angry and nervous. Corvin rested his sword down on the counter in front of him, turning his back to the crowd. It was a long, two-handed sword with a broad edge and a T-shaped hand guard. The blade of the sword was sharp on both sides, ending in a diamond shaped point at the tip, with a long blood groove going all the way down the center of the blade. Despite the size and shape of his weapon, the sword was actually well balanced and considerably light, allowing use of one arm when necessary. Corvin looked over at the waitresses behind the bar, and all the customers who were sitting close by, as he enjoyed his cold beverage, every second devising plans in his head.
Corvin de la Chataeu finished his cup of coffee, now highly caffinated and awake, his mind more alert than it had been when he first entered the tavern. He sets the mug down on the counter and looks around slowly, taking note of the stairwell and the doors and windows inside the bar. There were tables and seats laid about the dining area, and lanturns set in strategic positions throughout the room. Hearing a woman's voice, Corvin turned again only to set eyes on Naomi, who had asked him a question. Pausing for a moment, Corvin lifts up his sword again, lowering it to his side while glancing over at her. He paused for a moment before smiling, responding quietly to her in his deep French accent. "Not to worry maddamwazell", he said, giving her a reassuring look of warmth and comfort. "May I buy you a drink?" Corvin did not look entirely French, and there was something wrong with his accent, but it really didn't matter. He sheathed his sword quietly and looked over to her from at the counter, still resting an elbow on the bar.
Corvin de la Chataeu looks up at the waitress as Ireland recieves her next glass of rum. He overheard Ireland as she yelled for Michael to let her go, and by the look on Naomi's face it was apparent that she heard it too. Corvin would not turn his head however, simply looking at Naomi while devising a plan. "I am Sir Corvin de la Chataeu, knight of L'Order D'Ankou", he said, introducing himself to her. Of course it was obvious by the coat-of-arms on his cape that he was a nobleman and member of a secret society. Corvin removed two coins from his pocket and placed them on the counter in front of Naomi, paying for her next drink, even though she just got one. With that, he would walk around her, disappearing into the crowded dining room amongst all the customers and visitors.
Corvin de la Chataeu suddenly reappeared from out of the crowd, all of their voices and costumes masking his appearance as he suddenly rhino charged Michael Samuelle in a low and powerful shoulder tackle at the waist. This unexpected burstful movement was designed to knock Michael off of his feet and slam him into the nearest dinner table, taking the wind from him while hopefully knocking the device out of his hand that was meant to shock Ireland. As Corvin charged at his opponent, he would make a move to wrap both arms around his waist in order to give him more power and control.
((brb - short smoke break, give me 5 minutes and then it''l be your post))
((back - thank you for your patience))
Corvin de la Chataeu was highly caffinated, strong and alert. The sudden bum rush had been fully committed, and although it was unlikely he would be seen, Agent Michael had detected him and ducked to the side, causing Corvin to charge right into the dinner table, catching a blow to the stomach which instead knocked the wind out of himself. As he leaned over the table, several silenced shots hit him in the back, putting holes in his cloak. Smoke would rise from the bullet holes in his back, as Corvin lay facedown across the table, not moving. Was he dead? He had obviously underestimated Michael's reflexes, as he sat hunched over the table, not moving.
Corvin de la Chataeu was still laying there quietly, no movement or sound coming from his body, which was sprawled over the table. After a moment, the smoke would stop rising from the bullet holes in his back. Michael would glance down at the lifeless body before heading over towards the bar. "Nothing to see here", were the words he had to offer to everyone in the tavern. Just then, Corvin's fingers twitched, and he opened his eyes, gasping for air. He was wearing some type of improved body armor underneath his cloak, designed by L'Order D'Ankou with improvised technology given to them by the Chinese - Corvin was still alive. The plasma rounds had not penetrated all the way through, because the chestplate that he wore was made of utonium, and covered his back like a well tailored vest. Corvin stood up slowly, turning around to face the man who had shot him in the back. His eyes were narrowed and full of anger, as he stood there quietly, his entire body still concealed beneath the white cloak.
Corvin de la Chataeu would waste no time in unsheathing his newly improved sword, anticipating another attack before he was ready. Corvin had not been injured whatsoever, he had only been temporarily winded. His experience with the Aschens had made him smarter, and more advanced. He was no longer the primitive warrior they had first met. He stood there quietly, with his eyes narrowed on Michael as he took the time to load his pistol. Even now, Corvin waited patiently, having a sense of honor as he held his sword down at his side, snickering at Michael's comments without saying anything. Corvin was resolved, and even if he should die, there would be hundreds of others just like him. He carved a half crescent circle on to the wooden floor in front of him with his sword, as if marking his territory. "You coward. Your entire organization is lost, without honor". Corvin stood there quietly, waiting for the agent to make his move. This would be the sixth agent Corvin went up against, and each time he had gotten wiser and more experienced from it.
Corvin de la Chataeu "You are gullible, and unprepared for the army of knights who will come after I am finished". He gritted his teeth and waited, watching Michael silently while preparing himself for a battle.
Corvin de la Chataeu was merely human, and did not have eyes fast enough to see a single blast from a plasma beam heading towards him. However, another agent had tried this before, and failed. Corvin would notice as Michael raised his pistol, and that was enough for him to make a move. Just as Michael's finger pulled the trigger, Corvin would twirl around to the side, barely evading the blast as it shattered the glass window behind him. Michael was not the only one who was being underestimated here, as Corvin did a 360-degree spin, his cloak whaling behind him as he turned to face the agent once again. He held the sword in front of him with both hands, with the tip of it pointing slightly in front of him towards the floor. He was pissed, and looked over at Michael with his chin lowered and head down, concealed beneath the hood of his cloak. Others were watching, and learning, as Corvin stood there quietly for a moment, taking the time to give Michael another breath. "You fools. You come here to kill me. You hire people to track me down, and
Corvin de la Chataeu interrogate me. You have no idea what you are up against".
Corvin de la Chataeu watched as Michael raised his pistol into the air. Corvin looked up, only to notice the lamp above his head. As the shot was fired, Corvin suddenly and immediately rolled forward along the ground, going beneath one of the dinner tables just as the lanturn hit the floor, catching one of the tablecloths on fire. There were several people in Gambit's Bar, and any carelessness with Michael's plasma pistol could result in dangering the others around him, as Corvin slid from one table to the next, using the agent's own tactics against him. Since Michael would use civilians to get to Corvin, then Corvin would use civilians as cover to get away from him. He rolled out from beneath one of the tables, zig zagging through shoes and feet before standing up and running down the hallway. It was not in his nature to put others in harm's way, even if his enemies showed no honor. As he sprinted down the hallway, he opened one of the doors and quickly stepped through it, looking around the room. He appeared to be in the game room.
((brb - give me a few minutes, i'm going to take another smoke break))
((the Aschens have all the information they need on Corvin... now they have to calculate what they dont know))
