Ravena

Known alias' or nicknames: Raven

Clan: Brujah

Sire: Isaac Reynolds (Deceased)

Affiliation: Camarilla

Position: None

Status: None

Apparent Age: 26

Eye Color:  Shifting Hazel/Green

Hair Color: Black

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 122 lbs

Quote: “It is curious - curious that physical courage should be so common in the world, and moral courage so rare”

Description: Raven stands a tight and toned 5’6”, and weighing in perhaps just over 120 lbs.  Though not bulky, she was lean and toned, still holding the curves of a woman, not sacrificing them over the desire to streamline with musculature.  Long black hair holds light curl, and usually frames her face, piercing hazel green eyes that shift with mood and wardrobe vigilantly watch anything in her immediate area.

She dresses with functionality when the circumstances demand, but it’s obvious she comes from either a different time, or a different stock.  Her clothes usually neatly kept, if not higher end designers, they were classy.

Brief Character Biography:  Raven was born and raised in London, her youth was surrounded in turmoil, being just a young girl as the Nazi war machine raged over Europe.  She grew up in post war England, and though the times were far from ordinary, her life was not.  Her parents were loving and nurturing, caring people, who adapted to the needs of their times, far from naïve and ignorant of the truth’s of war, they taught their daughter accordingly to defend herself and rely on her own abilities.

She attended school in London, moved there herself when the time came, a rather progressive woman in her day and age.  The suitors that came calling usually were found lacking, until her Sire came into her life.  From there she was seduced, drawn away from the path of a more righteous and morally strong woman, into a world of corruption and moral decay, the Brujah of London.  Once embroiled first by being Ghouled, then later Embraced, Raven started to lose herself within the ranks of the revel, until years later when her senses came back to her.  Her Grandsire being the Primogen, her Sire sleeping with the enemy, Raven choose her battles carefully within the politics of Vampiric life, and once she could no longer stand idly by and watch the corruption spread, she acted.  Her Sire came to final death for traitorous acts against the Camarilla, and the Brujah Primogen quickly responded by outing Raven as a possible sympathizer, regardless of her acts in outing the true traitor, her own Sire.  Short months passed under the glaring eye of her Grandsire, and she left London, now hunted by the Sabbat Pack she robbed of their mole, and the Sabbat as a whole for ruining potential plans for gaining a foothold in the Camarilla courts in London, she finds herself not far from her beloved home, seeking out a new foothold in Guildford.