You were walking in a forest one day when you heard a tree thumping. You see a man with long, messy, black, unkempt hair, his skin was tattered and parts were rotting.

He groans in pain. He had deep gouges on his face. A pair under his eyes and a pair above his eyebrows. He pants heavily. "My crow form isn't holding up on this damn planet," he thinks to himself. He looks over at you with a dazed expression, then seems a bit hostile.

"A mortal... They are less advanced than I remember."