Post by Raven on Sept 3, 2012 21:33:53 GMT -6
Name: Leiana Raven Ishtir
Age: 17
Height: 5'6
Weight: 140lbs
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Raven is of average height and weight. She tends to dress pretty casually. Her preferred colors are black and purple.
Background:
Leiana was born in a small town in Pakistan in 1993. Her mother and father were at the lowest part of society, unable to provide much for her. Probably because of this, her parents fought constantly and had threatened to split numerous times during her childhood. From second rate house to another second rate house, they were forced to move repeatedly due to lack of funds. It was only when they decided to escape to Baghdad, Iraq that anything started to look up.
Raven's father was offered a rather well paying job just outside of the confines of the city. The business was a bit shady, but it was the best thing that could have happened to them financially. Raven was 4 upon their departure from Pakistan, so most of her memories are of Iraq and the city of Baghdad that she lived in.
Upon going to school, Raven was known as a "cool and spicy" character. Other kids looked up to her, and others admired how she could shoot down potential boyfriends while also forcing them to admire her. She wasn't necessarily "normal" in her schools, but she was normal enough. No reason to be other than what she was, if a bit abrasive for her age.
Despite this, despite how normal her world seemed. Anyone who's seen it can tell you....
They can tell you how quickly those things can change, blown away into the wind. Blasted into ashes, never to be seen the same again. In a moment, everything you would ever know could be gone, leaving you with nothing, sometimes not even your soul.
On September 11, 2001, Terrorists claiming to be from Afghanistan demolished the twin world trade centers. Leiana had heard about it, but never really understood it. She was 8 years old at the time. Old enough to know something terrible had happened, but too young to understand why beyond the reasoning that "bad guys wanted America to suffer," Being oblivious and sheltered against most of the world news and happenings of and around her, Leiana had no idea what was about to happen to her life, and why.
A few years later, the US Military began to occupy their city. Since then, and even a bit of time before their arrival, their city had started to rapidly deteriorate. Before she knew it, Leiana's life was changing. With the addition of the US Military, she believed them being here would help things go back to normal, or at least normal by her standards.
But Leiana's true despair did not begin there, her true sorrow would be revealed months later.
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"....With my own eyes, I saw a sky, both blue and beautiful turn red...
With it's sickly crimson hue, it began to rain. Once the thick droplets touched my face I realized something...
...I realized the sky was raining blood."[/b][/color]
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On April 5th, 2003. Her parents and her had decided to relocate. Perhaps fleeing the chaos of the city would be the best for them. The kill count per week had been steadily rising, and they had feared their luck would eventually run out. They never made it a secret, and their companions knew of their intended departure.
On the way out of the city, her father noticed something unusual with their car, something was out of place. Something not right. From Leiana's eyes, the only thing she could see was the panic that hit her father's face, then, shortly to her mother's. She couldn't hear what they were saying. There was however, one phrase they repeated over and over to her, one that she could hear.
"Jump out,"
In a daze, Leiana froze, not sure what they meant by t hat, unsure of how anyone could ever tell anyone else to jump from a car. In the next moments, her father had jumped into the back seat along with her, leaving the wheel and forcing the back door open, flinging her out onto the sidewalk and telling her to roll.
Doing as she told, she rolled until she stopped, painfully, by a nearby car parked on the edge of the street. Tearing up from the pain, she forced herself to stand. Looking back at the car of her parents' car, she watched it run off the road into a windowed front of a clothing store.
Then, moments later. It exploded.
Leiana, who had just gotten off the ground, fell back down, her knees scraping the concrete painfully. She cried out, unsure of what to make of what she just saw, only that her parents were dead, in a tower of fire and burnt metal.
Soon after, people began to crowd around her, watching in a daze as a girl cried loudly for her parents. She was 10 years old, and her parents were dead.
After what seemed like hours, the police who had been caring for her took her. They spoke to her, but she didn't really listen. It was like she'd gone deaf from the sound of the explosion. She couldn't talk, she didn't know how. The only words she'd known at the time were the ones spoken to her just before her parents died.
With little resistance, Leiana was taken from the crash site and into local police custody. It was from here that, with mild difficulty, they learned her name, and the ability to call possible relatives to foster her. The only one to respond with an interest was a pair of uncles of her's. Two men, both in their mid twenties who lived in The United States of America
As the story goes, Leiana got out of the frying pan, and into the oven. Things only got worse for her from then on. Her uncles had no intention of taking care of her, having a devious plan thought up that allowed them to do terrible things to her.
At first, in her initial shock, her uncles were indeed there for her, attempting to nurse her out of her daze, and into reality once again. Their intentions were devious and cruel, they intended to heal the fissure within her soul, only to use her late once it was stitched together. This took several months, but within a semi normal life, Leiana slowly came back to reality. She wasn't the same as she had been, but then again, she'd never be the same again.
Just as things were looking up for Leiana, her attachments with her Uncles growing, they changed. Basically in tandem with one another, they became monsters basically overnight. People she had just yesterday looked to for guidance were the next day beating her over a toilet seat left down.
Just like that day, her nightmare began all over again. Instead, this time, it was simply a nightmare resuming its' torment on her soul.
Within the next months, Leiana was abused, beaten sometimes for trivial reasons. Just as her soul was repairing, she had been placed back into a hell. Needless to say, this also affected her personality. Afraid of being assaulted for the dumbest reasons, she kept to herself and flinched at nearly anything moving. She also did whatever her uncles told her to do. It was not uncommon for her to have recurring bruises or cuts over her body from random scuffles with them.
As if that wasnt' enough, her uncles added insult to injury when they also began to deny her food, allowing her to eat only if she would perform lewd acts for them. Frightened beyond anything previously, she refused. For this, she was beaten, and also denied food.
However, her uncles knew exactly what they were doing and knew she'd eventually come to them or run away, both were fine with them. As the weeks dragged by, Leiana tried to resist. She'd never really had to deal with the kind of cruelty they provided and couldn't deal with it. By this point, she was ready to snap and give in to their desires.
Before she could actually make that decision, her uncles were tired of waiting. One night, when they were both drunk, they entered her room and proceeded to violently rape her. She was just too young and scared of them to do anything meaningful to stop them. She was 11 years old when they first raped her.
After the whole event was over with, hours later, one of them dropped a towel next to her as they exited her room, leaving only Leiana. She had long since ran out of tears to cry and simply laid there, trembling from the pain she had to endure.
Over the next months, this was a repeated occurrence in her life. Now that she was being raped, they did provide her food, but she had been too broken to eat, merely nibbling on a small amount here and there. Each time they forced themselves on her, they had began to get creative, providing her with restraints and training tools. Their idea was to make her into a slave, obediant to their every whim, and it was working.
At least, they thought it was working. Somewhere, deep within herself, Leiana retreated to a place every time they would rape her. It was in this place that she felt shielded, even when her body was being broken and violated by her own flesh and blood. It was also within this place that she met a friend.
At first, her friend appeared to be a black bird. It would not speak to her. It would only stare at her with ominous red eyes. Eyes the same color as the crimson sky she witnessed at her parents' crash scene. Slowly, this bird took the form of a girl. At first it was merely a silhouette. Despite this drastic change, it still retained those eyes. One appeared covered now, but the other one remained glowing with the same murderous intent the raven's eyes had. Once it had finally changed completely, Leiana found that she was looking upon herself. Like in a mirror. Only this mirror was twisted and distorted. There was no way her face could look like that. Eyes wide and crazed, her lips twisted up in a terrible grin. The aura this other self gave off was dark and sickly.
Whenever Leiana reached out, she could feel the intention of this person. She could feel it growing with each passing day. Her intentions scared her. They, she, wanted to murder her uncles. She wanted to end their lives in a terrible way. She wanted it so bad that it almost made Leiana double over from her sheer presence.
Just when she felt she was on the verge of snapping, on the verge of going completely insane, she built up the courage to ask her uncles why they had done such terrible things to her, when their very brother was her father. When they replied, this is what they said.
"Your father was a useless pile of waste. The Al-Queda targeted him for his weakness when he refused to work for him and run away with that slut of your mother. Your only place is at our feet, forever. You are nothing more than the offspring of two slaves who thought they were more."
At first, Leiana felt shocked. Then, shock changed to rage. From her rage, something terrible was born that day, on that hour. Leiana had never felt so hungry in her life. Hunger not for food, but for something drastically different. Something far more terrible.
That night, her uncles had gone out to get drunk and would return late in the morning. This gave her the proper time to prepare. She needed something that could give her power. She needed leverage over them. She would kill them.
On her knees in her room. Leiana flipped her compact mirror open and looked at herself. The one eye that wasn't shrouded by her bangs had the same "glow" as the raven from within her soul. It hadn't taken her long to realize she was already the same person as that raven. A bird both dark and ominous, said to bring misfortune to those crossing its' path.
Chuckling to herself in a most insane manner, she took scissors to her beautiful black hair, giving it jagged layers all throughout her head. She would change herself for the better. She would change herself with the image of the raven in her mind.
Gauging the time she had left until her uncles were back, she headed out to the nearest pharmacy in search of a recipe she found out online. Her idea was to make a poison that could paralyze her uncles. Donning a mask, a type of hooded sweat shirt, and a kitchen knife, she entered the store. She knew the drugs she needed to have, and knew they were behind the counter. She would have to kill the person behind the counter. Quickly gauging the store's layout, she located a blind spot in between some isles.
With her hood up, she asked the person behind the desk in a perfectly innocent manner to help her find an item right in the middle of the two isles. She knew it was there, but he didn't know she knew. Complying with her request, she followed behind him. Steadily her heart beat rose. She was going to kill someone. It was a bad thing to do, but she was going to kill them so she could exact her revenge on her uncles. Lucky for her, he was the only one remaining in the store. So it was just the two of them.
Once they had reached the spot, she reached up and out from her oversized shirt and placed the knife to the man's neck, dragging it heavily across his throat. At first, the man didn't resist out of shock. However, he staggered away from her. Burning up with an unfamiliar heat, Leiana rushed the man again, stabbing him in his stomach, then in between his ribs, and down into the side of his neck. Finally, the man stopped moving.
From this point, Leiana had to work quickly. She used his key to lock the doors and then placed a "Cleaning right now!" sign up. Then she rushed over and behind the counter, placing the drugs she needed into her school back pack. With her newly found murderous intentions, she realized it might be a good idea to see if she could find the recording of her taking the drugs from the security room. Luckily, their security wasn't exactly top notch and a key on his key ring saved her. She took the tape that had been recording her and placed it into her back pack as well. After that, she then used the door located at the rear of the store used for garbage to sneak out, leaving a dead cashier right where he bled to death.
Grinning terribly, she had everything she needed to murder her uncles, and nothing would be stopping her from realizing this dream. Even if the local police found out she did it, nothing would stop her from killing them, for it would be too late.
She was now a killer, bred from the strife of living in a nightmare and a hell. She thought it was ironic as she cooked a dinner for her uncles, something she was required to do every night. They bought the food, she cooked, if she didn't, she was beaten.
This meal was special though. She made sure to pour her love into every inch of it's being. It was a large soup that she would wait until the last moment to place her poison into it. The drugs she made had been ground up and dissolved into a tasteless liquid. The target of this particular poison was the nervous system. The combination of drugs she used would make them paralyzed and unable to move. They would be unable to feel anything from their body but one sense. The sense of pain. It would dumb their pain down however, but it wouldn't stop her from using the window of opportunity the paralysis would provide her to tie them up. She made sure to take some heavy duty chain while she was out. Lucky for her, they already had a torch gun in their shed.
Once her preparations were complete, she awaited the arrival. They'd called moments before and warned her about having something to eat prepared once they got there. Once they did in fact walk through the door. It was like a flipped switched on within her, and she was that girl again, afraid and timid. She needed this to be her outward appearance. She could not risk them finding out anything of her plans. The poison was in place in the soup, and a very small portion was taken out for her. There was nothing out of place to warn them that anything was wrong.
They took their soup without much fuss, even getting seconds, and then thirds.. Behind their back. There was a terrible grin on her face. Her sin was almost at hand. The poison was a delayed poison. It would take maybe an hour to reach their system. More than enough time for them to pass out first. Once they did, it was over for them.
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"What's wrong, Ridill? Can't move? Hahahaha! Don't worry, I'll make sure to do the best I can do to fix that."[/b][/i]
Axe in hand. Raven moved in, closing in. Her face twisted and contorted with sheer lust for murder.
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Leiana had actually decided to drop the torture idea, somewhat. Upon actually reaching this point in her night, she realized she just couldn't help herself. She wanted to kill them so bad, so bad that it hurt. Since they were passed out on the couch, drug in system, she decided nothing was holding her back. In their shed, Leiana picked out a relatively large axe that was almost as tall as she was. She had made a point to sharpen it earlier in preparation for this too. Slamming the back door upon her entry into the house. She heard her brothers stir from the noise. Then, slowly, she walked down the hallway towards the living room dragging the axe. Due to its weight, it rasped loudly upon the wooden hallway floor.
She heard them initially ask what she was doing, only for them to realize they couldn't move. She loved it. She loved their confused mumbles. In fact, she loved them so much that she could scream. Giggling, she began to hum a tune she heard online. It was a song of a girl similar to her. Right now, she admired her lust for death, and it was what fueled her desire to kill her uncles.
Humming this song, she slowly approached the living room, appearing before both of her uncles. They were both starting at her from the couch and love seat that they had passed out. At first, they appeared angry. Then they appeared confused. Then, they looked at the axe, and back to Leiana's face.
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"Leiana, you bitch!"
"Lei...ana? You wouldn't dare"
They spoke to her almost in tandem. One had a shaky voice, and the other was simply just mad, struggling futilely against the paralysis on his system.
Leiana just looked at them. The same heat that rose up from within her at the pharmacy appeared again. Her breathing picked up, and she was taking deeper breaths. Shortly after, Leiana began to laugh. Her laughs were loud and ominous, maniacal. They were short and forced, almost like a cackle.
"No... Leiana is dead. I ate her.
...My name is Raven, and I'm going to kill you,"[/b]
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Upon her words, she had proceeded to hack and slash at the first one. The one she hated the most. First, she aimed for his legs. She wanted him to experience pain for as long as his consciousness would allow it.
With each strike upon him. He cried out, and Raven cringed with delight. She loved the feeling of his bone giving way and red splashing out from his wound. Like this, it was no different than her breaking a toy to see what was inside. She would do the same to him. She would break him, just to see what was inside. Once she was done with him, she would move on to another toy.
During the whole thing, she was amazed at how easy it was to dismember a human body. Sure, it was a little messy. She got blood all over herself, but it wasn't too different than working on a car engine and getting oil all over you. It was just something that came with the occupation.
Also, during her session, she was deciding on what she should do with herself after killing her uncles. She finally came up with a decent answer. She would play the victim, hide her tools, and say a gang broke into her house, killing her uncles while she hid. She felt pretty good about this one. She could play the victim very well, after all.
With this, she proceeded to get to work, forcing an entry into her house to make it seem convincing, cleaning and disinfecting her axe while burning the axe. She decided to leave the crime scene relatively untouched, that way she wouldn't risk losing her innocent appeal to the cops.
From that point, the cops were called, she was placed into protective custody while they investigated. They inevitably chalked up the while incidence as a gang related homicide case. A very distraught looking Raven was then placed into foster care once again with another home and family.
Lucky for her. Or perhaps, lucky for them. They were a loving couple that couldn't have children and really liked Raven. Due the bruises, cuts, and damage to her sexual organs, the cops were very picky with who they let her go with, realizing that she was terribly beaten and abused by her uncles, yet somehow still cried for them.
The cop who saw the scene wondered if she might ever have actually been the cause of it. But he kept this to himself, wondering how anyone would not want to after what she'd been through.
Personality:
Raven is like a light switch with two modes. On, and Off.
While off, she seems to be a nice person, if a bit silent. She acts meek and timid, even klutzy at times. Essentially, in this mode, she's playing as the "sheep". Appearing as someone incapable of violence. It's also a damn good cover. In this mode, she isn't very intrusive and keeps to herself as much as possible to minimize her impact on society. It is also in this mode that she looks for targets. She is a murderer, and this will never change. The way she thinks, the way she "exists" is different then the normal person. She is constantly on the look out of people, their intentions, and whether or not they deserve to die.
While on, she actively displays her lust for death. She wants to kill someone in this form. Unlike her off switch, she is chaotic and dark, wanting nothing less than to feel blood on her skin. She likes to stalk her prey in her off form, but in this form, she loves to chase her prey, letting them give in to fear and despair. Life no longer is about making friends or enemies, or even "living". For her, life is about hunting, killing, and feasting. It's probably safe to say she's nothing more than a predator now, with all pretenses of her being a normal human girl thrown out the window.
In both modes, she has a weird way of speaking. She refers to herself in third person almost always, she likes to say things in odd innuendos that could mean one thing, but also mean something terrible. Almost everything she talks about is related to her hobbies in some way. This is partly due to the fact everything other than her predatory senses have been lost in the depths of her mind.
Roleplay Sample: I dun wanna!
Abilities:
Telekinesis:
Raven favors the use of blades made from pure telekinetic force to strike out at people. I supposed scientifically speaking, it's like generating a force comparable to that of a knife, dagger, or sword. This is her trademark "ability" of her gift. Telekinesis can do a lot of things and can be versatile, but this is what she tends to focus her efforts on.
For technical elaboration. The cutting power, range, and speed of these "blades" are largely affected by her skill, level, and how much energy she's willing to spend using them. Typically she is satisfied with relatively close range, which is just out of arm's reach. (Perhaps later, these types of manifestations may become stronger, able to cut much more quickly, or cut things she was previously unable to)
Aside from this, she displays the ability to move things with her mind within a certain distance. Whether or not she could, say, fling a hailstorm of daggers at a foe might be stretching it.
Perhaps in later levels, when her ability is more developed, she will display the ability to cast out telekinetic force in a 360 degree radius around her with varying newtons of force, or even create barriers that resist kinetic force around her or others. Barriers of course could, and should, require a lot of energy to stop anything fatal from still being fatal. Stopping a bullet from blasting through you should, and would, be impossible for all but the most powerful of telekinetic users.
Breaking Point:
(Considering she's already snapped): The real life manifestation of "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic" (Does not include cosplays, or TV shows.)
Starting Stat Exp:
HP: 400
Energy:400
Attack:450
Defense:250
Speed:200
Agility:500
Magic Power:700
Magic Defense:200
Magic Skill:500
Age: 17
Height: 5'6
Weight: 140lbs
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Raven is of average height and weight. She tends to dress pretty casually. Her preferred colors are black and purple.
Background:
Leiana was born in a small town in Pakistan in 1993. Her mother and father were at the lowest part of society, unable to provide much for her. Probably because of this, her parents fought constantly and had threatened to split numerous times during her childhood. From second rate house to another second rate house, they were forced to move repeatedly due to lack of funds. It was only when they decided to escape to Baghdad, Iraq that anything started to look up.
Raven's father was offered a rather well paying job just outside of the confines of the city. The business was a bit shady, but it was the best thing that could have happened to them financially. Raven was 4 upon their departure from Pakistan, so most of her memories are of Iraq and the city of Baghdad that she lived in.
Upon going to school, Raven was known as a "cool and spicy" character. Other kids looked up to her, and others admired how she could shoot down potential boyfriends while also forcing them to admire her. She wasn't necessarily "normal" in her schools, but she was normal enough. No reason to be other than what she was, if a bit abrasive for her age.
Despite this, despite how normal her world seemed. Anyone who's seen it can tell you....
They can tell you how quickly those things can change, blown away into the wind. Blasted into ashes, never to be seen the same again. In a moment, everything you would ever know could be gone, leaving you with nothing, sometimes not even your soul.
On September 11, 2001, Terrorists claiming to be from Afghanistan demolished the twin world trade centers. Leiana had heard about it, but never really understood it. She was 8 years old at the time. Old enough to know something terrible had happened, but too young to understand why beyond the reasoning that "bad guys wanted America to suffer," Being oblivious and sheltered against most of the world news and happenings of and around her, Leiana had no idea what was about to happen to her life, and why.
A few years later, the US Military began to occupy their city. Since then, and even a bit of time before their arrival, their city had started to rapidly deteriorate. Before she knew it, Leiana's life was changing. With the addition of the US Military, she believed them being here would help things go back to normal, or at least normal by her standards.
But Leiana's true despair did not begin there, her true sorrow would be revealed months later.
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"....With my own eyes, I saw a sky, both blue and beautiful turn red...
With it's sickly crimson hue, it began to rain. Once the thick droplets touched my face I realized something...
...I realized the sky was raining blood."[/b][/color]
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On April 5th, 2003. Her parents and her had decided to relocate. Perhaps fleeing the chaos of the city would be the best for them. The kill count per week had been steadily rising, and they had feared their luck would eventually run out. They never made it a secret, and their companions knew of their intended departure.
On the way out of the city, her father noticed something unusual with their car, something was out of place. Something not right. From Leiana's eyes, the only thing she could see was the panic that hit her father's face, then, shortly to her mother's. She couldn't hear what they were saying. There was however, one phrase they repeated over and over to her, one that she could hear.
"Jump out,"
In a daze, Leiana froze, not sure what they meant by t hat, unsure of how anyone could ever tell anyone else to jump from a car. In the next moments, her father had jumped into the back seat along with her, leaving the wheel and forcing the back door open, flinging her out onto the sidewalk and telling her to roll.
Doing as she told, she rolled until she stopped, painfully, by a nearby car parked on the edge of the street. Tearing up from the pain, she forced herself to stand. Looking back at the car of her parents' car, she watched it run off the road into a windowed front of a clothing store.
Then, moments later. It exploded.
Leiana, who had just gotten off the ground, fell back down, her knees scraping the concrete painfully. She cried out, unsure of what to make of what she just saw, only that her parents were dead, in a tower of fire and burnt metal.
Soon after, people began to crowd around her, watching in a daze as a girl cried loudly for her parents. She was 10 years old, and her parents were dead.
After what seemed like hours, the police who had been caring for her took her. They spoke to her, but she didn't really listen. It was like she'd gone deaf from the sound of the explosion. She couldn't talk, she didn't know how. The only words she'd known at the time were the ones spoken to her just before her parents died.
With little resistance, Leiana was taken from the crash site and into local police custody. It was from here that, with mild difficulty, they learned her name, and the ability to call possible relatives to foster her. The only one to respond with an interest was a pair of uncles of her's. Two men, both in their mid twenties who lived in The United States of America
As the story goes, Leiana got out of the frying pan, and into the oven. Things only got worse for her from then on. Her uncles had no intention of taking care of her, having a devious plan thought up that allowed them to do terrible things to her.
At first, in her initial shock, her uncles were indeed there for her, attempting to nurse her out of her daze, and into reality once again. Their intentions were devious and cruel, they intended to heal the fissure within her soul, only to use her late once it was stitched together. This took several months, but within a semi normal life, Leiana slowly came back to reality. She wasn't the same as she had been, but then again, she'd never be the same again.
Just as things were looking up for Leiana, her attachments with her Uncles growing, they changed. Basically in tandem with one another, they became monsters basically overnight. People she had just yesterday looked to for guidance were the next day beating her over a toilet seat left down.
Just like that day, her nightmare began all over again. Instead, this time, it was simply a nightmare resuming its' torment on her soul.
Within the next months, Leiana was abused, beaten sometimes for trivial reasons. Just as her soul was repairing, she had been placed back into a hell. Needless to say, this also affected her personality. Afraid of being assaulted for the dumbest reasons, she kept to herself and flinched at nearly anything moving. She also did whatever her uncles told her to do. It was not uncommon for her to have recurring bruises or cuts over her body from random scuffles with them.
As if that wasnt' enough, her uncles added insult to injury when they also began to deny her food, allowing her to eat only if she would perform lewd acts for them. Frightened beyond anything previously, she refused. For this, she was beaten, and also denied food.
However, her uncles knew exactly what they were doing and knew she'd eventually come to them or run away, both were fine with them. As the weeks dragged by, Leiana tried to resist. She'd never really had to deal with the kind of cruelty they provided and couldn't deal with it. By this point, she was ready to snap and give in to their desires.
Before she could actually make that decision, her uncles were tired of waiting. One night, when they were both drunk, they entered her room and proceeded to violently rape her. She was just too young and scared of them to do anything meaningful to stop them. She was 11 years old when they first raped her.
After the whole event was over with, hours later, one of them dropped a towel next to her as they exited her room, leaving only Leiana. She had long since ran out of tears to cry and simply laid there, trembling from the pain she had to endure.
Over the next months, this was a repeated occurrence in her life. Now that she was being raped, they did provide her food, but she had been too broken to eat, merely nibbling on a small amount here and there. Each time they forced themselves on her, they had began to get creative, providing her with restraints and training tools. Their idea was to make her into a slave, obediant to their every whim, and it was working.
At least, they thought it was working. Somewhere, deep within herself, Leiana retreated to a place every time they would rape her. It was in this place that she felt shielded, even when her body was being broken and violated by her own flesh and blood. It was also within this place that she met a friend.
At first, her friend appeared to be a black bird. It would not speak to her. It would only stare at her with ominous red eyes. Eyes the same color as the crimson sky she witnessed at her parents' crash scene. Slowly, this bird took the form of a girl. At first it was merely a silhouette. Despite this drastic change, it still retained those eyes. One appeared covered now, but the other one remained glowing with the same murderous intent the raven's eyes had. Once it had finally changed completely, Leiana found that she was looking upon herself. Like in a mirror. Only this mirror was twisted and distorted. There was no way her face could look like that. Eyes wide and crazed, her lips twisted up in a terrible grin. The aura this other self gave off was dark and sickly.
Whenever Leiana reached out, she could feel the intention of this person. She could feel it growing with each passing day. Her intentions scared her. They, she, wanted to murder her uncles. She wanted to end their lives in a terrible way. She wanted it so bad that it almost made Leiana double over from her sheer presence.
Just when she felt she was on the verge of snapping, on the verge of going completely insane, she built up the courage to ask her uncles why they had done such terrible things to her, when their very brother was her father. When they replied, this is what they said.
"Your father was a useless pile of waste. The Al-Queda targeted him for his weakness when he refused to work for him and run away with that slut of your mother. Your only place is at our feet, forever. You are nothing more than the offspring of two slaves who thought they were more."
At first, Leiana felt shocked. Then, shock changed to rage. From her rage, something terrible was born that day, on that hour. Leiana had never felt so hungry in her life. Hunger not for food, but for something drastically different. Something far more terrible.
That night, her uncles had gone out to get drunk and would return late in the morning. This gave her the proper time to prepare. She needed something that could give her power. She needed leverage over them. She would kill them.
On her knees in her room. Leiana flipped her compact mirror open and looked at herself. The one eye that wasn't shrouded by her bangs had the same "glow" as the raven from within her soul. It hadn't taken her long to realize she was already the same person as that raven. A bird both dark and ominous, said to bring misfortune to those crossing its' path.
Chuckling to herself in a most insane manner, she took scissors to her beautiful black hair, giving it jagged layers all throughout her head. She would change herself for the better. She would change herself with the image of the raven in her mind.
Gauging the time she had left until her uncles were back, she headed out to the nearest pharmacy in search of a recipe she found out online. Her idea was to make a poison that could paralyze her uncles. Donning a mask, a type of hooded sweat shirt, and a kitchen knife, she entered the store. She knew the drugs she needed to have, and knew they were behind the counter. She would have to kill the person behind the counter. Quickly gauging the store's layout, she located a blind spot in between some isles.
With her hood up, she asked the person behind the desk in a perfectly innocent manner to help her find an item right in the middle of the two isles. She knew it was there, but he didn't know she knew. Complying with her request, she followed behind him. Steadily her heart beat rose. She was going to kill someone. It was a bad thing to do, but she was going to kill them so she could exact her revenge on her uncles. Lucky for her, he was the only one remaining in the store. So it was just the two of them.
Once they had reached the spot, she reached up and out from her oversized shirt and placed the knife to the man's neck, dragging it heavily across his throat. At first, the man didn't resist out of shock. However, he staggered away from her. Burning up with an unfamiliar heat, Leiana rushed the man again, stabbing him in his stomach, then in between his ribs, and down into the side of his neck. Finally, the man stopped moving.
From this point, Leiana had to work quickly. She used his key to lock the doors and then placed a "Cleaning right now!" sign up. Then she rushed over and behind the counter, placing the drugs she needed into her school back pack. With her newly found murderous intentions, she realized it might be a good idea to see if she could find the recording of her taking the drugs from the security room. Luckily, their security wasn't exactly top notch and a key on his key ring saved her. She took the tape that had been recording her and placed it into her back pack as well. After that, she then used the door located at the rear of the store used for garbage to sneak out, leaving a dead cashier right where he bled to death.
Grinning terribly, she had everything she needed to murder her uncles, and nothing would be stopping her from realizing this dream. Even if the local police found out she did it, nothing would stop her from killing them, for it would be too late.
She was now a killer, bred from the strife of living in a nightmare and a hell. She thought it was ironic as she cooked a dinner for her uncles, something she was required to do every night. They bought the food, she cooked, if she didn't, she was beaten.
This meal was special though. She made sure to pour her love into every inch of it's being. It was a large soup that she would wait until the last moment to place her poison into it. The drugs she made had been ground up and dissolved into a tasteless liquid. The target of this particular poison was the nervous system. The combination of drugs she used would make them paralyzed and unable to move. They would be unable to feel anything from their body but one sense. The sense of pain. It would dumb their pain down however, but it wouldn't stop her from using the window of opportunity the paralysis would provide her to tie them up. She made sure to take some heavy duty chain while she was out. Lucky for her, they already had a torch gun in their shed.
Once her preparations were complete, she awaited the arrival. They'd called moments before and warned her about having something to eat prepared once they got there. Once they did in fact walk through the door. It was like a flipped switched on within her, and she was that girl again, afraid and timid. She needed this to be her outward appearance. She could not risk them finding out anything of her plans. The poison was in place in the soup, and a very small portion was taken out for her. There was nothing out of place to warn them that anything was wrong.
They took their soup without much fuss, even getting seconds, and then thirds.. Behind their back. There was a terrible grin on her face. Her sin was almost at hand. The poison was a delayed poison. It would take maybe an hour to reach their system. More than enough time for them to pass out first. Once they did, it was over for them.
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"What's wrong, Ridill? Can't move? Hahahaha! Don't worry, I'll make sure to do the best I can do to fix that."[/b][/i]
Axe in hand. Raven moved in, closing in. Her face twisted and contorted with sheer lust for murder.
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Leiana had actually decided to drop the torture idea, somewhat. Upon actually reaching this point in her night, she realized she just couldn't help herself. She wanted to kill them so bad, so bad that it hurt. Since they were passed out on the couch, drug in system, she decided nothing was holding her back. In their shed, Leiana picked out a relatively large axe that was almost as tall as she was. She had made a point to sharpen it earlier in preparation for this too. Slamming the back door upon her entry into the house. She heard her brothers stir from the noise. Then, slowly, she walked down the hallway towards the living room dragging the axe. Due to its weight, it rasped loudly upon the wooden hallway floor.
She heard them initially ask what she was doing, only for them to realize they couldn't move. She loved it. She loved their confused mumbles. In fact, she loved them so much that she could scream. Giggling, she began to hum a tune she heard online. It was a song of a girl similar to her. Right now, she admired her lust for death, and it was what fueled her desire to kill her uncles.
Humming this song, she slowly approached the living room, appearing before both of her uncles. They were both starting at her from the couch and love seat that they had passed out. At first, they appeared angry. Then they appeared confused. Then, they looked at the axe, and back to Leiana's face.
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"Leiana, you bitch!"
"Lei...ana? You wouldn't dare"
They spoke to her almost in tandem. One had a shaky voice, and the other was simply just mad, struggling futilely against the paralysis on his system.
Leiana just looked at them. The same heat that rose up from within her at the pharmacy appeared again. Her breathing picked up, and she was taking deeper breaths. Shortly after, Leiana began to laugh. Her laughs were loud and ominous, maniacal. They were short and forced, almost like a cackle.
"No... Leiana is dead. I ate her.
...My name is Raven, and I'm going to kill you,"[/b]
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Upon her words, she had proceeded to hack and slash at the first one. The one she hated the most. First, she aimed for his legs. She wanted him to experience pain for as long as his consciousness would allow it.
With each strike upon him. He cried out, and Raven cringed with delight. She loved the feeling of his bone giving way and red splashing out from his wound. Like this, it was no different than her breaking a toy to see what was inside. She would do the same to him. She would break him, just to see what was inside. Once she was done with him, she would move on to another toy.
During the whole thing, she was amazed at how easy it was to dismember a human body. Sure, it was a little messy. She got blood all over herself, but it wasn't too different than working on a car engine and getting oil all over you. It was just something that came with the occupation.
Also, during her session, she was deciding on what she should do with herself after killing her uncles. She finally came up with a decent answer. She would play the victim, hide her tools, and say a gang broke into her house, killing her uncles while she hid. She felt pretty good about this one. She could play the victim very well, after all.
With this, she proceeded to get to work, forcing an entry into her house to make it seem convincing, cleaning and disinfecting her axe while burning the axe. She decided to leave the crime scene relatively untouched, that way she wouldn't risk losing her innocent appeal to the cops.
From that point, the cops were called, she was placed into protective custody while they investigated. They inevitably chalked up the while incidence as a gang related homicide case. A very distraught looking Raven was then placed into foster care once again with another home and family.
Lucky for her. Or perhaps, lucky for them. They were a loving couple that couldn't have children and really liked Raven. Due the bruises, cuts, and damage to her sexual organs, the cops were very picky with who they let her go with, realizing that she was terribly beaten and abused by her uncles, yet somehow still cried for them.
The cop who saw the scene wondered if she might ever have actually been the cause of it. But he kept this to himself, wondering how anyone would not want to after what she'd been through.
Personality:
Raven is like a light switch with two modes. On, and Off.
While off, she seems to be a nice person, if a bit silent. She acts meek and timid, even klutzy at times. Essentially, in this mode, she's playing as the "sheep". Appearing as someone incapable of violence. It's also a damn good cover. In this mode, she isn't very intrusive and keeps to herself as much as possible to minimize her impact on society. It is also in this mode that she looks for targets. She is a murderer, and this will never change. The way she thinks, the way she "exists" is different then the normal person. She is constantly on the look out of people, their intentions, and whether or not they deserve to die.
While on, she actively displays her lust for death. She wants to kill someone in this form. Unlike her off switch, she is chaotic and dark, wanting nothing less than to feel blood on her skin. She likes to stalk her prey in her off form, but in this form, she loves to chase her prey, letting them give in to fear and despair. Life no longer is about making friends or enemies, or even "living". For her, life is about hunting, killing, and feasting. It's probably safe to say she's nothing more than a predator now, with all pretenses of her being a normal human girl thrown out the window.
In both modes, she has a weird way of speaking. She refers to herself in third person almost always, she likes to say things in odd innuendos that could mean one thing, but also mean something terrible. Almost everything she talks about is related to her hobbies in some way. This is partly due to the fact everything other than her predatory senses have been lost in the depths of her mind.
Roleplay Sample: I dun wanna!
Abilities:
Telekinesis:
Raven favors the use of blades made from pure telekinetic force to strike out at people. I supposed scientifically speaking, it's like generating a force comparable to that of a knife, dagger, or sword. This is her trademark "ability" of her gift. Telekinesis can do a lot of things and can be versatile, but this is what she tends to focus her efforts on.
For technical elaboration. The cutting power, range, and speed of these "blades" are largely affected by her skill, level, and how much energy she's willing to spend using them. Typically she is satisfied with relatively close range, which is just out of arm's reach. (Perhaps later, these types of manifestations may become stronger, able to cut much more quickly, or cut things she was previously unable to)
Aside from this, she displays the ability to move things with her mind within a certain distance. Whether or not she could, say, fling a hailstorm of daggers at a foe might be stretching it.
Perhaps in later levels, when her ability is more developed, she will display the ability to cast out telekinetic force in a 360 degree radius around her with varying newtons of force, or even create barriers that resist kinetic force around her or others. Barriers of course could, and should, require a lot of energy to stop anything fatal from still being fatal. Stopping a bullet from blasting through you should, and would, be impossible for all but the most powerful of telekinetic users.
Breaking Point:
(Considering she's already snapped): The real life manifestation of "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic" (Does not include cosplays, or TV shows.)
Starting Stat Exp:
HP: 400
Energy:400
Attack:450
Defense:250
Speed:200
Agility:500
Magic Power:700
Magic Defense:200
Magic Skill:500