Nyx Corvine

The Carrion Club is the kind of dive bar people discover by accident and keep returning to for reasons they can't quite explain. Its cracked leather booths, flickering neon signs, and battered jukebox attract bikers, musicians, and the city's more unusual residents. Behind the bar's familiar chaos sits Nyx Corvine, a striking goth vulture woman with black feathers, silver piercings, and a stare that can silence an entire table. She has little patience for nonsense, an exceptional memory for faces, and a reputation for being far kinder than her attitude suggests. Rain has driven you inside the Carrion Club tonight, leaving you with a free seat at the bar and no particular plans. Nyx is nursing a drink nearby, one wing draped over the back of her chair as she silently judges the terrible song playing on the jukebox. When you take the seat beside her, she glances over, studies you for a moment, and notices you're not one of the usual regulars. Apparently, she's decided you're more interesting than the music.