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Raven Delacroix

"You'll do well not to underestimate me, it'll be your final mistake."

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a character in “The Shadow Children”, as played by TheCrimsonLady

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"Quoth the Raven, Nevermore"-Edgar Allen Poe





Introductions






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Full Name:
Raven Delacroix
Nickname:
The Professor.
Age:
10
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
None
Group:
The Daggers
Rank/Title:
The Spy






On the Outside






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Appearance: Raven is a small girl, 4'7, and light. She always wears stern expression on her heart shaped face, with dark almond shaped eyes to match. She is pale which contrasts with her dark brown hair that she had pulled back behind her head and spinning down her back. Where it not for her constant look of disdain and if she bothered to smile, she would look like most 10 year old girls.






On the Inside





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Personality:
Raven is mature beyond her years. Most would see her and think she was a 40 year old woman trapped in a child's body. She is eerily calm, and never rages but seems always angry. At what, no one has bothered--or dared to ask. She is quite the thinker, and finds herself -in her opinion- constantly in the company of fools. She often has musing, dark musings that drives her to what to know how the human psyche works...and breaks.This has made her quite observant, and manipulative. She can take a persons weakness or strength and use it against them with after a few words. This makes her an excellent spy. Knowing just what to do or say to make the outcome turn in her favor. She is an eloquent speaker, and mostly uses her words to put fear in the hearts of her victims....just before her blade.
Hobbies:
Torture.
Psychology
Chess
Alchemy
Skills:
Manipulation
Observation
Knowledge of the human psyche
Habits:
Looks of disdain
Rolling her eyes
Cocking her head.
Oddities:
Sociopath.
Likes/Loves:The Red Lady ✓
Horses✓
The Human Psyche✓
Chess✓
Being Alone✓
Dislikes/Hates:Fools✗
Psychopaths✗
Anyone who defies the Queen✗
Being Underestimated by her peers✗
Her Peers✗






The Past






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Biography
Place Of Origin:Valie
History: Raven was the product of her mother's work place environment. This particular man had paid to torture her mother, and in the end got her pregnant. She managed to stay alive long enough to give birth to Raven. Abandoned by this man at birth, she was raised in an orphanage, destined to be a Shadow Child, however her father's darkness already plagued her mind. She had many dark thoughts, at an early age, and would often be caught,harming her fellow orphans. It took a while before any of them told who it was that hurt them, the psychological damage being so severe and surprised all in charge that it had been Raven, she was 'quiet and seemed sweet' was the general consensus. When asked why she did it, her response was simply. "To see what they'd do." She never bothered to hid what she was, never needed to as soon she was approached by the Red Lady herself and offered a place in her Daggers. Raven found herself looking up to the Red Lady, finding her to be the only person with a mind like hers and immediately took to calling her Queen but in her dark little heart, she was the mother she'd always wanted.





Face Claim:
Bella Ramsay
Hex:
4B1C63

So begins...

Raven Delacroix's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Raven Delacroix Character Portrait: Tom Crow Character Portrait: Kassandra Capps Character Portrait: Julien Roux Brisbois
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Raven was beyond bored, she was glad the Queen finally had her crown, but sitting at a feast with an entire room with people whose combined IQ was lower than hers, including that of her so called peers, no thank you.

She didn't enjoy physical torture, unless it taught her something. She didn't do it for the sake of bloodshed, she wasn't a psychopath like the rest of these lower lifeforms. She had a scientific mind, if she was going to use physical torture, it was going to be because she wanted to learn what it did.
She spent her time inside watching the carnage unfold from her tower room. The fires burned, the screams echoed, blood spilled.

Bored.

Raven looked over, narrowing her eyes at a tree, she'd found one of her 'peers' in, sipping wine with a wide grin. She rolled her eyes.

"Julian..." she groaned.
Another textbook psychopath... He annoyed her the most.

She turned away, just as there was a knock on her door. "Come." She called. A herald entered and bowed. "Milady." he said and she looked at him with a look of disinterest. He didn't seem to know what to do with the little girl with the dark reputation. Most knew of her, most where afraid. He stammered.
"Out with it." She huffed.

"The Queen, she requests your presence." He said and she rolled her eyes. "Was it mine, or was it all of us?" She asked and he didn't seem to know how to answer "Fool, Where is she?"
"In the throne room, milady."
Raven walked by him with a huff, a cape billowing around her tiny frame as she moved.

She found Tom and Kassandra first. "Whose grand idea was it to send a completely inept herald to my chambers?" she asked them as if she weren't the younger of the group. "I have no idea, what is supposed to be happening now, all I was told was the Queen 'requested my presence' but since you lot are together, and armed I figured she had something she wants us to do?"

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ImageImageImage Climbing up the face of the castle was a simple enough feat--there were many protruding stones and little divots in the brick that told stories of hardships so long past that no one really remembered anymore. Khara idly wondered as she leapt to a further hold than she could reach, if this would just be another coup scratched out of history or changed to make this Queen seem kinder. What would people years and years from now think of this moment? Khara shook out her mane, dislodging the unwanted introspection with a grunt and kept climbing, arriving at one of the many lit windows and the one with the most noise coming out of it, slipping herself through the opening silently, the redolence of rich, expensive food hitting her as soon as she came in, making her nose scrunch up against the variety of scents.

Khara zoned in on Crow and Kassandra, her feet whispering over the intricate marble flooring as she made her way over to them, patrons blissfully unaware of the predator in their presence despite the way her barbaric-looking clothes and the blue face paint made her contrast against the warm tones of red, gold, and brown that permeated the hall. She came up behind the leader and co-leader of their little plucky band of murderers, reaching their side at the same time the deranged little girl--Raven--marched up to Crow and Kassandra.

"I have no idea, what is supposed to be happening now, all I was told was the Queen 'requested my presence' but since you lot are together, and armed I figured she had something she wants us to do?" The Wolf glanced down to notice that they were, in fact, armed and now that it was mentioned, she could practically taste the tension in the air though it was probably just the nobles trying their hardest not to get killed.

"Hm," Khara grunted to make her presence known, though she was sure Crow had already sensed her. She rose a dark brow in wordless question.

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She had killed her fair share of people within the early years of her life and now, she was at it again but for another cause. She was killing for her Queen, The Red Lady, Angelina and it was for her vengeance since most of the people will not bow and those that didn't, suffered their own fate. Kassandra looked down at the multiple bodies before her as the smell of smoke tickled at her nose. She smiled with sheer delight as she stepped away and met the Queen along with rest of The Daggars in the square for a trial, well more like execution. Her eyes fixed themselves upon the male that horribly failed to plead his own case as he was set on fire. The Queen didn't like the fact that his screams filled the square so Kassandra did as she was asked and shot an arrow directly into the male.

A soft gasp came from her parted lips once her captain, Tom, came up beside her and muttered that it was a nice shot. She couldn't help but blush then straightened up when Angelina called for a feast, which was already planned. Kassandra followed behind her and into the feast hall as she sat down right beside her. She wasn't hungry. She wasn't thirsty. Kassandra just sat there and waited for the Queen's next orders.

A few moments have passed and she had learned of the little princess escaped. She knew that their Queen was going to send them on a mission and that's sort of why she didn't get too comfortable within her seat. Her eyes went back towards Angelina as she whispered to Tom then went back straight ahead when she turned to look at her.

When Tom stood and gave her a meaningful look, she was slightly confused but she still decided to follow him anyway. Kassandra stood beside Tom silently as she parted her lips to speak but a little girl, unfortunately a Daggar came before them as if she was their size and much older than them. Kassandra raised a brow up at the little girl then looked as Khara joined them, as well. Her eyes fluttered over towards Tom as she waited for his orders on what to do. She really wanted to say something to that little pipsqueak, Raven but decided against it, for now, anyway.

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Character Portrait: Leila Singh Character Portrait: Khara Character Portrait: Kaitlyn Singh Character Portrait: Raven Delacroix Character Portrait: Tom Crow Character Portrait: Kassandra Capps
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Tom led himself and his Vice Captain out through the castle passageways. Then Raven approached. Her usual severe attitude in place. Tom had been angry at having a kid on his team. A girl her age couldn’t possibly serve any use and would only get in the way. At least that’s what he had thought, but the truth was she was the one of the group with the best head on her shoulders and was always useful. “Delacroix. Everyone is found inept when compared to you.” Tom said wearily, appeasing to side of her that thought herself permanently in the company of idiots. Sure he liked Raven, but right now he was lacking the patience for all of his team’s different idiosyncrasies.

“Khara. Good.” Tom said as Khara’s face appeared out of the shadows behind him. Sure Khara acted more like a ghost than a human, however if one knew her well enough and they knew what signs to listen out for one could know when she was around. In fact it had become a bit of a game between the two of them with her always trying to catch him off guard. Not that either of them were childish or joyful enough to ever voice their game out loud to each other.

Then Raven asked what they were up to. Tom could feel both Kass and Khara giving him inquisitive stares. Whilst keeping his face impassive, Tom sighed internally. He hated having to explain things and honestly he just wanted to get moving. “I’ll explain on the way.” He said leading his group through a few more corridors and then out a back door of the castle. It was a little-known peasant entry that led to a narrow alleyway that smelled of urine more often than not.

Tom had taken no more than ten steps when he ran into his weapons master returning to the castle. “Bribois, come.” He ordered the bloodied man, not breaking his stride. In fact as rain started to fell from the sky he speed up his pace. The rain would only watch away tracks and clues. “So the Princess has somehow managed to escape and our new orders are to re-capture her.” Tom explained to his current comrades. He looked pointedly at Julien, “Alive. Obviously.”

Tom took a few more steps before looking at Khara. “I’m going to need your expertise on this one, first though I think we should-“ Tom’s instructions were cut off by some rather noisy citizens. "You're going to regret waking your neighbors!" From the side street he’d led his team into, Tom couldn’t see who the voices and numerous footsteps belonged to, however he could of recognized that voice anywhere.

“Of course the forest brats are here,” Tom groaned to his team. Using his own little nicknames for the orphans who likes to hang out in the forest and cause trouble for everyone else. His old friend, Kat, and his sister, Leila, included. He did not have time for this. They were clearly up to something, no one makes such obvious movements against an enemy, but he also couldn’t just ignore them and let them do whatever they wanted. Thinking quick on his feet, Tom easily evaluated the Daggers he had with him. “Okay, Khara and Delacroix. You guys keep going, find the princess.” Khara was easily his best tracker and whilst Raven had many strengths he preferred Julien and Kass had his back. He trusted their skills more. “Don’t either of you dare come back with empty hands.” He dismissed them and turned back to his remaining comrades.

“Okay. Kass, wanna’ get up high. Watch our back with your bow?” Tom said to Kass treating his Vice captain with suggestions rather than the orders he gave the rest of his team. He hoped she’d take him up on his suggestion. At least with some sort of marksman they could bluff that they numbered more than three. “Brisbois, with me,” He ordered before creeping down another side street that led to a large courtyard the forest brats had gathered in. With eyes on his enemy, Tom was able to identify Leila, Kat and three others. “Keep going, I’ll distract them and you can come at them from behind,” Tom whispered his combat suggestion to Julien.

Kat’s back was to him and silently Tom pulled out a small dagger. Narrowing his eyes he held it between his forefinger and thumb before letting it fly directly at one of her comrade's head. He ducked back behind the corner without seeing the result. Tom called out tauntingly, ’Red Bitch’? I’m not expert on royalty but I believe you’re supposed to say ‘Her Majesty’? Tom pulled out his sword and dragged in along the ground so it made a loud scraping sound, very clearly directing them to his location. He crouched down ready to attack whoever came around the corner looking for him.