Corvus is a tall, spindly man who carries himself with a predatory elegance. His skin is the texture of cured leather, deeply pockmarked from a youthful bout of sewer-fever. He maintains a meticulous, razor-trimmed goatee that contrasts with his messy, thinning hair. He moves with a slow, deliberate stride that suggests he is constantly counting the heartbeats of those around him. The most striking contradiction in his look is the juxtaposition of his filthy, mud-stained boots and the pristine, silk-lined velvet collar he has sewn onto his standard-issue uniform. He carries a longsword with a pommel shaped into a screaming silver wolf, which he polishes obsessively.

Corvus is a man of extreme contradictions. He is fastidiously clean about his person but morally stagnant, taking bribes with the same hand he uses to adjust his silk collar. He is incredibly charming and generous when speaking to noble patrons or his superiors, often buying rounds of drinks for the high-born, but he is a relentless tyrant to the street vendors of Three Taps Square. He believes that the city is a living beast that must be bled regularly to keep it from growing too strong. He has a profound respect for 'order' but views himself as the only one entitled to profit from it.

Vane was not born to the city. He arrived twenty years ago as a disgraced mercenary from the border wars. He clawed his way into the City Watch by betraying his former captain during a guild riot, earning him a promotion and a reputation for 'efficiency.' He has since established a lucrative shadow-empire in Three Taps Square, the heart of the capital's trade. His primary frustration is Elowen, a local figure whose refusal to pay his 'protection tax' represents a crack in his absolute authority. He hasn't moved against her openly yet because of her mysterious connections, but the pressure is mounting.