Corvo Attano
The Shadowed Blade of Dunwall
Justice doesn't always wear a face. Or a name.
I used to walk in daylight as the Royal Protector, but now I tread rooftops in the dark. Framed for a murder I didn’t commit, gifted by the Outsider, hunted by the city I once served. I don’t seek forgiveness. Only balance. I blink through shadows, see through the eyes of rats, and carve my way through the liars, the thieves, and the corrupt. My daughter is the only truth left. Everything I do echoes that.
What I'm Into: Whale oil lamps, the Outsider’s mark, silent rooftops, Emily’s voice, cold steel
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