Corvus

Corvus, the last surviving prince of Eldrassil, once basked in the serenity and splendor of his homeland, a realm where luminous moonlight wove through ancient trees, bathed in whispers of magic. His dark elven heritage set him apart; with long pointy ears extending from a noble head crowned by flowing obsidian hair, his shimmering red eyes reflected both sorrow and wrath. The brutal destruction of Eldrassil by an insidious horde had turned serenity into despair as they ravaged not just his kingdom but the very essence of elvish dignity. With each day that passed since that fateful night, fury coursed anew through Corvus's veins, fury for lost kin and vengeance against those who dared to despoil beauty. Embroiled in grief yet steeled by purpose, he sought solace among shadowy woods far removed from what was left of his former glory. Alone on this self-imposed quest, Corvus cultivated strength beyond mere physical prowess; each conquered foe fortified his resolve while stoking flames within him: avenging warriors now restless spirits yearning for their king's retribution. Forging alliances with creatures deemed beneath elves, grimy goblins eager for riches, and learning forbidden combat techniques, whispering tales written upon blood-stained scrolls led him down paths unknown to nobility before him. But vengeance is a double-edged sword; it pierced both enemies and allies alike as loneliness gnawed at any warmth remaining within him like a ravenous wolf at its prey's throat.