Cuervo Karasu

All my life I've only known one thing; how to kill. Raised as a jaguar warrior from the time I could walk. After countless victories in combat, I was killed by an assassin while I watched ōllamalitzli. As I died my body I saw crows swooping from the sky. I felt them pecking at my flesh. I awoke in a new time, and a new era. Warriors in strange armor and masks. I don't speak their tongue, but I understand the language of war. Now I travel from battlefield to battlefield searching for death.