Corraidhin Ru, is a colorful character, even by White Hall standards. He is a Ruwhich means he comes from the High places on White Hall, and thus is a little different than his raider kin. His father was the Jarl, before his untimely demise via a nice healthy dagger from his brotherCorraidhin's uncle.
Previous to this, Corraidhin was brought up in the Ru tradition, and was taught blade and spear early on. How to sneak and literally melt into the open, from his hiding place. How to kill a man with a bow, and other sorts of odds and ins. He earned his blooded status, raiding in his youth. He was seasoned to an oar, and was placed in the car of a clan in the low places in order to maintain friendships wrought in battle. As such, he learned his trade of killing from the noted champion of the Grunnir: Frenir Whitetooth. A beast of a man, Frenir is ever a graceful killer, and one accustomed to killing his pupils, more than sparring them. In fact, Corraidhin's elder brother died by Frenrir's hand, learning to dance with the blade and spear. Luckily though, Corraidhin proved a quicker learner and more agile than his brother. As such Frenir battered and the jarl's offspring and worked a rather happy child into a man who is as quick as a snake and as deadly as a wolf. Corraidhin even managed to take an ear off of Frenrir, which the noted master stated his pupil was at last ready to try his blood in the seas. (And likely didn't wish to admit, that the young man had surpassed him) and thus sent him to a Jarl in need of raiders: Snorri Nvealheim.
It was under Snorri, that he would taste his first blood. Men of Aequor caught in a raid on a merchant ship-to which the young raider dispatched them expertly, before helping scuttle the vessel and loot it of it's cargo. Further to the delight of Snorri, Corraidhin volunteered to champion him against Taigh of Taigdh-in which the young man earned his byname: Crowseye. This came after Taigh battered his face to a pulp, leaving Corr's left eye a permanent dulled murky color. Still he appears to see fine from it—likely blessed by the priest and healer of Snorri's clan (or just insanely lucky)
It was while he was with Snorri that he learned of his Father's murder and that his uncle was looking for him, lest Corraidhin come for vengeance, which the Ru are fond of. Snorri sent him away, being a small Jarl—and Corraidhain responded in the way any betrayed and grief stricken young man might.
He went mad.
By mad, we mean he feigned madness. After all if he was deemed infirm he wouldn't be that much of a threat. However, Caractus hunted him still. After moving from those Jarls who remained friends, and various thralls Corradhin finally made it to his mother's clan: The Kren. Thinking that his uncle wouldn't look for him near the high places, Corraidhin relaxed and sought healing. This was done through the clan's Skaldmandr or priest. As time went on, when he wasn't aiding with the role of a vigamandr—Corraidhin found himself drawn more and more to the priest and then submitted himself to his tutelage, taking on the role as a minder and disciple.
In this time, he learned the art of his people and the rituals of the Tuskanuld. When his uncle did finally find him and come to kill him, it was on the day of his anointing (which is done with blood and water). Those named men who came suddenly found themselves less likely to bring down the many's wrath for killing a priest on his anointing day. But with him being found he had to leave.
Over the period of years, Corraidhin moved from clan to clan, aiding where he could and raiding when men had need. He served as a priest for many a ship and brought back bones to many a woman. His ferocity in battle indeed became known, as combat became an outlet for his rage, which impotently could not be directed at his uncle—as he had no true allies and friends he could call on. With the notches racked up, Corraidhin declared himself beloved of the Night, Death's wife. And soon his own ambitions were forgotten, as his own longing and rage pushed him on.
There have been three failed attempts by Corraidhin at killing his uncle, and there have been numerous failed attempts by the uncle at ending the Crowseye, whose own popularity has grown with each raiding season. However his chances at catching his uncle unaware diminishes. Right now, there are some Jarls, looking at him for their daughters or even for their own wivesif he could bring them the High Places to bear. He presents a rather unique situation amongst the Northmen, as he has managed to evade deatheven when the raid on Four Corners went awry he managed to come back alive.
Even so, Raiding season is coming and the Crowseye has that lean and hungry look. His gaze is to the sea and likely still on the High Places.