Corvo

"Yeah, uh," he blankly stared at the man for a minute as he rattled off something that sounded more like self-satisfaction than actually goodwill, but then, Corvo was jaded enough to know most people trapped in this world had developed hero complexes and probably thought they were doing god's work. "Thanks... I guess?" In reality, the words were only slightly kind, so it wasn't strange that the red haired Player took them sourly- even if that wasn't really the intention. This guy didn't really seem like the type to say something he didn't mean, though. People who looked like Christmas tre

He showed up at the Tailor's shop quietly, or at least, more quiet than most of those who knew him might have expected. Corvo wasn't one to mince words when it came to results, and he needed better items if he wanted to make it in this world. The man who'd offered to craft him armor hadn't exactly been much for conversation at the time, but both of them probably appreciated that fact. Bahr seemed like the type of guy who wanted to keep busy and waste little time on idle chit chat. Idle chit chat only made Corvo less tolerable, so that worked out best for both parties. When he arrived, he

Current Level: 5 Current SP: 12 Link to SP Tracking: Here. Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: - Dagger of the Sands Item ID: - [Received here] [Gained from Quest] Item Tier: - 1 Item Type: - Dagger Item Rarity: - Perfect Item Enhancements: - 2 Damage 1 Bleed Description: - N/A Item Name: - Reaver's Edge Item Tier: - 1 Item Type: - War Axe Item Enhancements: - 2 Damage 1 Bleed Descrip

When Sketch spoke up, he snorted. "Wage slavery, huh? Man, that's a real incentive." There was something morbid about this world that crept behind even the brightest optimism, and Corvo loved to poke holes in it whenever it came up. But it wasn't until the man said that he wanted to watch the world burn that the red-eyed rascal really lit up. He wore a savage grin as he drove his weapon into the table. That solicited a barking series of words from the barkeep, to which Corvo paid absolutely no mind. His eyes were centered completely on Sketch. "You don't, do you?" he asked, a haunting ma

The door bell jingled to herald the arrival of a player. Unfortunately, the Player was Corvo, and he looked more frustrated than anything. He glowered all the way to the clerk and placed a fistful of col on the counter. "I need an accuracy boost," he said. "This is all the money I've got. What can I get with it?" His eyes moved around the shop carefully as he waited for the response and listened carefully. Artistic and ornate, the wares seemed more like baubles than accessories; but inside of this game, even something like that seemed endearing. It was enough to make him want to throw up

"Tch." Everything was loud and obnoxious. Not that he hated the atmosphere; if anything, Aincrad needed more excitement. It just made the booze taste worse, and that was a tragedy. "God, cry about it, why don't you?" he snapped at Dazia when she sulked about people who might try to kill her. "I've been listening to you bitch about it for as long as you've been sitting here. If you care so much what people think, don't give them a reason to hate you. By the way, you're doing a shit job of that. You're already the most annoying person I've met in this game." He took a breath and exhale

"Did I ask if you-" Corvo started to become irritated with Koga's attitude. Did this lousy fuck seriously assume he wasn't listening to the conversation before he interjected himself? Pah! "Kids these days and their lousy manners, just assuming everyone only hears what they want to. I heard you say that you got the damn thing from a quest." He began to lazily pick between his teeth with the tip of the blade, eyes glossing over as the man picked up his shitty sales pitch again. What, was everything in this game so bad that it drained the life and happiness out of people? God, that Kayaba

Items Item Name: - Reaver's Edge Item Tier: - 1 Item Type: - War Axe Item Enhancements: - 2 Damage 1 Bleed Description: - An axe with a serrated edge, guaranteed to leave a wound that will continue to bleed after it strikes. Name: The King's Lament Your Profession: Tailor Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Risky | Risky | Recovery Description: "Once the loose fitting vest of a great king. When he was killed by his enemies, his spirit would not be laid to rest. That rage and despair linger, fueling the wearer's killer instinct." Item Name: - D

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Profile Username: Corvo Real Name: Evan Age: 23 Gender: Male Height: 5'7" Bio: Before SAO, Evan was a mild mannered teenage kid with a penchant for doing what he was told. Sounds pretty boring, right? Well, he grew up in a pretty traditional family, kept his nose clean, and did everything by the book. By the time he was considered an adult, life felt pretty boring. Like, cookie cutter, I'm sick of this shit, give me something interesting to do levels of boring. He loved his parents, don't get him wrong. They wanted the best for him, and right up til he

The blade that lodged in the table in front of him immediately triggered Corvo. As if the day wasn't bad enough, he now had to worry about someone tossing a weapon at him. Ineffectual though it would have been in the safe zone, it was another experience to add to his list of reasons why today was awful. He gripped the hilt of the blade and ripped it free, brandishing it menacingly as he turned to vent his frustrations at the first person he saw. Then, Koga apologized and told him that he could have it. With a priceless expression on his face, the Red-Haired youth glanced back at the weapo

He wobbled into the bar just after finishing a quest, visibly grumpy. It would be one thing if the swill in this god-forsaken place actually gave him a buzz, but all he ever got out of the deal was the flavor. He was already let down and he hadn't even sat down yet. With a scowl, he pulled a stool out from under the bar and took a seat, lifting a finger to sign the to barkeep that he wanted a mug. When the drink came, he hammered it back like a thirsty man slogging water. His crimson gaze found the man, startled by the vehemence with which he slammed the alcohol and tapped on the counter. Anot

Honestly, I like the idea of a hard reset.

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Corvo, the Crow History/About Me: Born in the Southern US, Evan grew up in a small, culturally dominated environment where his friends were generally all the same age and had the same experiences he did. It wasn't until after college that he started to meet new people or try new things. Once he got into games, writing, and drinking, he met all manner of people who changed his perspective drastically. It was easy for him after that, when his personality blossomed and he started making friends like it was an art form. His parents were initially against the idea of a game that dre