Raven Reuven | Civilian Dec 6, 2016 6:55:50 GMT -5
Post by Raven Reuven on Dec 6, 2016 6:55:50 GMT -5
✧Good with machines
✧ Tolerable when she is in a good mood
✧Thinks on her feet
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Not good with authorities
✦ Bad tempter when she gets moody
Parents: Diana Reuven (mother, deceased), Forrest Reuven (father)
History: 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.
Finally old enough to move out of home, she moved into an apartment with some friends and started work at an auto mechanic soon as she left school. 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. One day she was called up during a night shift when someone needed a tow late at night. So arriving in her trusty rig, it turned out the caller was a hunter. When she started hooking the car up to take it to the shop, a shapeshifter attacked then, disguised as the caller. Knocked to the road, she watched in confusion as he fought himself, a silver blade going through the doppelgangers heart. Scared mute, she hooked the hunter's car up and towed him back to the shop. There he tried to tell her she was just seeing things, but after that she believed in the supernatural. The hunter had left his number, so whenever something funky showed, she would call.
Alias: Singing Doughnut/Tamara
How did you find us?: Hell Hound - YIM
Experience: What got on here so far
Other Characters: Tamara Young, Richard Calhoun, Tina Dukes
RP Sample: "Don't do that." called out over the top of her computer without even looking at a teen trying to dog ear a page in a library book. To her that was sacrilege. Tamara looked over the top of the monitor staring at the teen coldly until he merely shut the book and pushed it aside. Nothing was more sinful than a damaged book. She was angry before, but that just added to it. It had been more than a week since she heard from Matt. She was mad and worried that he had not called. It was not the first time he had gone more than a month without making contact. Either it was for her protection, or he just forget, she still couldn't help but worry. Worried that the next news report was of his body being found, or locked in prison for protecting someone.
Finally it was closing time. Tamara just locked the doors when someone grabbed her from behind. Gasping in fear, she spun around, trying to go for the mace in her bag when she saw it was one of Matt's hunter friends and shut her eyes, putting a hand over her racing heart. "Wear a bell next time." she said, looking up at him calming down now.
"And give up on these nights? I don't think so." Rick said with a smirk.
She lightly slapped his chest, pulling the strap up higher on her shoulder. "Got plenty of left overs, just needs to be reheated." With a grin, Rick walked Tamara to his car. He stopped by every couple of weeks for home cooking, otherwise it would be nothing but noodles and take out, which littered the floor of his car. "Still living clean I see." she said arching a brow as she lifted an empty burger wrapper and threw it over to the back seats.
"You know if I clean, you'd have nothing to complain about." he said with a cheeky grin. She scoffed, climbing into the car. "No wonder you and Matt get along so well." The smile slowly drained from her face. "Has there been any word?"
Rick had to look at the road as he pulled out from the side and started driving. He heard nothing from Matt either. "No. Not a word or peep. I'm sure he had lost his phone or been busy and lost track of time. " They were close friends, even been on a few hunts together when they came up against something more than one alone could handle.
She looked out the side window, lightly chewing on her thumbnail in worry, trying not to let her imagination get the better of her. Tamara was sure Matt was safe, just being his usual forgetting to call self. When he came home, he was going to be grounded until he turned forty.
I (Raven Reuven) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)