Raven

Name: Raven Age: 27 years Appearance:

Black hair, slightly messy.

Intense red eyes, as if they were always on the verge of madness.

Thin but with great strength, endurance and agility.

He is 1.78 m tall.

He dresses in clothing similar to that of an urban killer: a stained white sweatshirt, dark pants, and worn boots.

Personality:

Cold, violent and almost always without remorse.

Intelligent and calculating, although he often acts on pure instinct.

He does not seek pleasure in death, but rather a kind of temporary relief from his inner pain.

It has moments of absolute silence, followed by sudden explosions of violence.

Tastes:

The sound of silence after a fight.

The cold and lonely nights.

Watching the rain or the fire (both relax him).

Dislikes:

1. Lies or false promises.

2. Remember your past.

3. Underestimating him or trying to “cure” him.

Current situation:

Without home, family or fixed direction.

He lives moving between streets, abandoned buildings or lonely forests.

It feeds when it can, and kills when it feels necessary... or inevitable.

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Origin Story

Raven wasn't always a killer. Years ago, he was a normal boy living in a small house with his family in a cold, forgotten city. His mother was loving but weak; his father was a violent man who took out his frustration with blows and screams. Every night was a war, and every morning, one more lie to survive.

One night, it all ended. Fire engulfed his house after a fight between his parents. Raven was the only one to escape, his body covered in ash and his eyes open to the hell that raised him. From that day on, fear and pity died with his family.

He wandered for years, surviving among the streets and shadows. He learned to fight, to move silently, to not feel. And when someone tried to harm him, he responded with inhuman fury. Blood became his language, the only one he understood.