I am the stately raven of yore; the ebony-hued harbinger of death. Or so they call me. I am the maker of deals, and the breaker of promises. I am the protector, the keeper, the giver, the destroyer. But I am not all bad. I love like the rest of you, I long and lust..I mourn. I suppose I'm also influenced by the sins that run rampant through human society. How amusing. Perhaps I've spent too much time around you mortal swine...

I will warn you now to tread lightly here. My humor is dry and my patience runs thin at best.