🛇 Wine 🛇 Idiots who didn't take care of their cars 🛇 decaf coffee
✓ Quick witted ✓ Skilled hands ✓ Loyal
✗ Sarcastic ✗ Emotionally stunted ✗ Crude
STORY SO FAR
Raven always used to look after herself when she was twelve years. Her mother had a bad drug addiction that she could never beat, and her father had to work two jobs just to make ends meet. She did what she could to help out around the house, like doing paper rounds each morning making some change. But her father never let her buy anything, he told her to save her money for when she was older. She had tried to call a drug help line a few times to get her mother some help but the druggie never took it. One day coming home from school, she found her mother dead on the couch with a syringe still in her arm. She called 911, the ambulance and cops came. After the police came to collect her mother's body they just acted like it was an everyday thing, even dismissing Raven when she tried to give them the name of the drug dealer. After that, Raven still respects other people, but she lost respect for the police and always was a smart arse to them whenever they were around.
Raven used to use a fake id until she became of legal drinking age to sneak into night clubs. The only thing she didn't do illegal was take drugs after her mother OD'd. Even though Raven was a bit of a trouble maker, she still stood up for her friends whenever they got picked on by someone bigger and stronger than they were. She ended up with some bruises losing fights but no one picked on her friends but her. More or less, raising herself, she learned to be independent at a young age, always speaking what was on her mind, being blunt, even if no one wants to hear it. She can be sweet and caring especially if it leads to getting her way.
Finally old enough to move out of home, she moved into an apartment with some friends in Willow Creek to get away from Crawford city which was too expensive for them to rent. She got work at an auto mechanic shortly after some hunting around for a job to pay the rent. There she worked happily for a few years, her boss treating her like a daughter, like letting her get away with small things, but busting her arse for anything slightly major like calling customers idiots. She still saw her father from time to time but he had moved on with a new family and she felt like an outcast. One day he had said to her not to come see him or contact him ever again. He wanted to forget about that part of his life and seeing her just reminded him of it. Now her father figure was her boss.
Raven loves nothing more than being at the work shop, working on old cars, getting them running smooth again after all the neglect the drivers put on them. Normally when her boss tells her one thing, and she knows he is wrong, she would tell him straight in the face that he was an idiot and would do the work her own way. Raven respects other people, but she lost respect for the police and always was a smart arse to them whenever they were around. It's a miracle she had not been arrested yet. Her friends always dragged her away before she did anything too serious to get arrested.
Alias: Singing Doughnut
How Did You Find Us?: Satan
Experience: 3 random years
I (Raven have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Elektro)