[Fullscreen for better quality, space click for next] ➤[Bio-Main Info] Name: Corbin Lockhart (also known as “Corvid” or “The Crow”) Age: 25 Birthday: March 8 [Pisces] Gender: Male [cis] Pronouns: He/him Sexuality: Bisexual (Male pref.) Height: 6’2 ✎__________________________________________ ➤[Bio-Extra Info] Personality: Introverted, reserved, nice yet terrifying, keeps most things to himself, resourceful, slightly apathetic if something doesn't directly affect him, very emotional at times, scared of people leaving him, seemingly foreboding. Likes: Poetry, people who actually like him, speaking to people, taking long walks. Dislikes: His parents, soggy lukewarm porridge (very specific Corbin), people looking at him for too long. Hobbies: Reading, journaling. Other: The main reason he wears a mask isn't because he has to hide his appearance or that he doesn't like his scars, no, he just thinks it looks cool and makes him look more menacing than he actually is. Song, Aristotle's Denial (demo) by Joe Hawley [a.k.a Corbin's theme song fr] [Why did scratch make my line-art so crunchy help??? I'm honestly so proud of that scene thing though. Also don't ask me what's going on in the second image, he's just being silly.]
[Backstory] [Corbin walked down the empty hall] This place, it seems so.. different since I last saw it… Oh! I haven't even introduced myself yet! My apologies, I am Corbin Lockhart; most know me as either 'Corvid' or 'The Crow'. But I would much prefer if you simply called me Corbin. I should start where it truly started. It was a bleak December, I was about 21 so it's been 4 years now. It was when I was still in touch with my parents, fortunately, I've since cut them off. It was when I still had my wings. Yes I had wings before, they've since been cut off, sadly. My parents, evidently, weren't the best. I was the only Lockhart who had wings, they were black. Which is where I got both of my nicknames from. My parents often ignored my very existence, it was very easy to do so due to the fact I kept quiet all the time. When my parents did acknowledge me, they tried their hardest to hide my wings, but the truth came out soon enough. By soon, I mean that very December. As you know, people like us often don't have wings; and when we do we're sent to.. somewhere, sometimes. I was sent to said somewhere, we're here right now. It's abandoned now. [He brushed his paw against the wall] The people figured out how apathetic they were towards who they kept here and the rest is history, terrible history at that. My experience was certainly painful. [Corbin sighed, he remembered it all too well.] My parents sent me here, that made me dislike them even more.. I remember it all very vividly, which likely doesn't help my mind. They locked me in a cell, I can't remember which one exactly but it was bleak, empty and miserable. That's what I felt during my stay here. They kept me there for a while before removing my wings. [Corbin paused to wipe a tear underneath his mask.] Thinking about it.. is painful in and of itself. When they did remove my wings, it was a pain like no other. I'm not sure how I'm still alive after that. Just think of a pair of scissors cutting a piece of paper, that's what they did to me. I'll spare you the rest of the details, but that's how it went. And that whole time I was there; they didn't even bother to call me by my real name. They only called me either "Corvid" or "The Crow", which is why I dislike being called both; it only brings back awful memories. I was here for 4 years, yes that long. And yes I've only been out for a while. Being here for 4 years was certainly an experience, not a good one however. The only thing that kept me sane was the fact I never did anything wrong in my life. I had never hurt anyone, I had never done anything wrong, ever. Everyone else here had done wrong, but I hadn't. Though, it is I who got the most punishments for some reason. It wasn't my fault that I was here, it was never my fault I had to experience any of this. The only ones who are to blame are my parents, the ones I had thought I could trust. [Corbin hadn't noticed that he already had tears running along his cheeks.] And honestly, that's how it ends. After a while I was let out, and I was finally free to do what I wanted. Well, thank you. Thank you for listening to me and thank you for even allowing me to talk about this. [Well this is certainly a new writing style, it's fun tbh. Also I feel like my stories get longer and longer to the point I'm worried I won't have enough space to fit the whole thing.]
