Ryvalt
Ryvalt was among the first members of the traveling troupe, plucked from a back alley after picking a fight with Lochran, and managing to actually hold his own against the fiesty feline. His skills with a blade were quite unmatched, both at close range and a distance, leaving both Harey and Loch impressed, the latter also nursing the first wounds he'd been given in years after the encounter. He was rather reluctant to join the group, stating that he had to defend his turf, and had no time to play their silly games, which of course led to another fight with Lochran.
Once both parties had managed to settle down, nursing their wounds and glaring daggers at one another from across the table, negotiations finally began, the raven only agreeing to join the troupe after promises of guarding the raven's territory were made, and a hefty pile of coins had changed hands. Of course, he's still a rather rough individual to get along with, and more often than not arguments with him are settled with the offending party walking away with a knife stuck in them somewhere, but he's far from all bad. He's actually almost playful these days.
Ryvalt's amazing aim wasn't quite as perfect as anyone could have thought. When faced by death in the flesh (and fur), he failed to hit his mark. Though his reputation may remain intact, the rest of him, unfortunately, did not. For you see, the unlucky raven was caught off his guard one late night... and met his fate in the belly of a massive, carnivorous beast. Ryvalt was the only witness to his own merciless execution, his predator leaving nothing behind as evidence.. except for a dis-embodied foot.. and the avian's digested remains excreted the following day.
Rest in Peace, Ryvalt. 7/16/2018.
From tough bird to worthless turd.