Soundtracks:
Selectracks - Thought Process
Epic Score - I Still Have A Soul (B)

Role: Female Experiment
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Number Code: 1615400

Partner: Zeal (Yes, the two rebels.)
Instructor: Haze
Crush/Relationship Status: A blank slate. Now, and hopefully forever, yes?

Are You Broken?
Yep. Very much so. But not for moral issues, oh no. Much better explanation: the fourth paragraph down below.

Personality:
Once upon a time, Raven had been strongly opinionated, extremely sure of herself, with the pride and skill to rightfully act that way; gained from memories that were the core blocks of who she was. Right, and there's that one word: memories. The figurative camera that she lost; a save file containing all of her amassed experiences, unjustly destroyed by an insane cookie virus. Without the very beginning, the end no longer makes sense; and that's pretty much how her reasoning went down the gutter. Her former personality all but collapsed into a sudden, gaping hole; simply because she no longer remembered. Then, the innate, previously planted seeds of anxiety, doubt and paranoia blossomed in place of her loss; similar to opening Pandora's Box at the crux of a golden age. Combined with the leftover emotional distress from the crime that she can now barely remember, it's safe to say that Raven developed much of a two-faced persona, one stemming from pure self-preservation and the other driven for appearance's sake.

Because, while most of everything she knew crashed and burned, among the very few traits that stayed with her was a heaping bucket of pride. And, despite how incredibly irrational she was, it was taken almost as 'survival' for Raven to adopt a relatively sane front; something seamlessly hiding her deeply disturbed nature, so nobody could really take advantage or (more importantly) judge her. Of course, this image reflected the inner turmoil within: boasting a somewhat detached, sarcastic attitude around a disagreeable face. Not particularly hostile, but the point was --and still is-- only to keep others at a safe distance; because she no longer knows what to think. Unable to trust herself, and therefore everybody else, the last option became 'to ceaselessly question it all'. Nevertheless, it soon became common knowledge that there wasn't a single way to stray even if she didn't agree. So then, rather than welcoming even faster an inevitable fate, instinct said to just shut up and listen. Which, when Raven was only prone to listening to such invisible friends, is reality now.

So, if Raven wasn't just blindly taking Father's hand, what other purpose could she possibly have? As this guise hardened into a concrete shell, her doubts and fears burrowed even deeper; solidifying into just one, incredibly distracting voice. A need to, well, run. From something, presumably whatever it is that drove her to unknowingly commit murder. The undeniable compulsion, insatiable as she doesn't even remember what to run from, branches out to many other unstable disciplines of paranoia. For example, Raven might see a flickering shadow one day and let that be a trigger to dash in the opposite direction, or the sounds of footsteps in the hallway. But then, on a equally cold, dark night, these prompts don't even so much as ruffle her feathers. To sum it up, urges of sudden distrust and to get the hell away often, as if coming from absolutely nowhere, override her rational personality. However, the constant (albeit weak) need to go somewhere, anywhere, remains. And, seeing as how restrictive her lifestyle has become, this singular purpose can't possibly be fulfilled.

Hence the reason why Raven is driven to rebel. Not so much coming from disgust by Father's actions, as other people tend to have the value of miscellaneous grey blobs (unless they happen to be incredibly annoying, whereas they are miscellaneous red blobs), but for otherwise freedom to, you know, kill herself running. Nevertheless, that minuscule, cautious part of her brain refuses to allow her to voice her concerns; and so she remains competently indifferent all the while. Cunning enough to be sure, planning and waiting for that perfect opportunity to bolt out the door; however careful not to create unwanted acquaintances, and seeing as how that can't be avoided, enemies. So thus she adds an all-around polite air about herself; if ever someone deems it worth their time to run up and strike whatever conversation. Artificially nice, yes, but what part of her isn't an imitation already?

On another end, it's important to note that Raven has no sense of empathy. For whatever reason, she doesn't feel sympathetic or obligated to help anyone in a bad situation. Her reasoning, after recovering from the loss of her memories, has become more practical than anything else. There usually must be some sort of internal exchange, as in 'oh this person can help me escape later', before Raven allows herself to be thrown into the fray; although the feeling of debt still exists. But whatever the case, she's not reliable that way; if she ever was to begin with. Likewise somewhere along the way, killing has become an accepted option; her views as indifferent just as everything else has become.

Oh, right. Raven's anger is pretty much only triggered whenever someone looks down on her, for no reason whatsoever. Her fuse being abnormally long, she'll pretty much drop that 'nice' face and become coldly sarcastic; after proving said person oh so wrong. Or, you know, beating them ten to nothing.

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Appearance/Description:
There are several things about Raven's appearance that differ from the norm, be it a trait accidentally altered in the process of 'rebirth' or a once-upon-a-time painful reminder that she can no longer recall. The former rests in the vivid, surreal violet that her eyes have now become; a bit unnerving to some which, unfortunately, does not include Father, but all the more distracting and therefore hard to read. The second highlight is the score of scars, indiscernible by source, that are laced over each other solely on her back. For some strange reason, the shame (or other negative emotions) usually tied to these marks immediately gave way to a sense almost like pride when Raven first noticed; and so she makes absolutely no effort whatsoever to hide them. Yes, even though they're as much of a mystery as that goddamn urge to run.

In any case, she's otherwise completely normal. Stuck in the middle-ground of 'tall' and 'short', Raven stands at about 5'8" with a slim, perhaps lean build; weighing a grand total of 100lbs for sustenance. Sure, she's not made to take many hits, but nobody has to when too fast for the eye to see. A well-kept mane of natural red, sometimes brown, hair tumbles down to just beneath her shoulders; if there was ever an instant where it wasn't tied. She's apparently maintained a balance between tanned and pale; nothing really that special besides the.. awkward bits and pieces crossing along her back. Clothes? She'll be fine wearing anything, god forbid there be something she can't pull off well. But essentially, as always, freedom of movement would nevertheless be nice.

All in all, Raven seems mature for her age; be it in first impressions or personality. As said before, the general air around her is unwelcoming and distant; purposefully made that way to stay isolated, alone. Almost like a lingering thought from her past self, a sense of confidence can be found somewhere along the lines of her face; although, to be frank, this kid is everything but. As she's desperately trying to hide the inner vulnerability that occupies all within, her demeanor generally stays much the same; from situation to situation and person to person. Although, of course, a cruel smile and cold sarcasm are the first things to (dramatically) change when she finally snaps. Which would probably only happen when being stuck with an annoying 'soulmate' twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. An experience she is obviously not looking forward to.

Power:
Clearing the hundred meter dash in two seconds flat. Which is pretty much maintaining an average speed of 180km/hr. That's the velocity Raven prefers to keep to, as it isn't quite as physically draining as, say, moving fast enough to incite a sonic boom (faster than sound: a feat she actually could pull off, if it were not for the particularly harmful backlash). But don't get it wrong, 180km/hr may not cause her limbs to rip apart, but it's still pretty painful. The only positive side-effect that her ability has proven to give is enhanced reflexes and a higher pain threshold; although she's been all the more sensitive to the thought lately. Unfortunately, her skin does not get tougher and nor do her organs; which, sadly, matter much more.

Raven's also proud to say that she has extensive medical knowledge from who-knows-where, and is quite capable of treating anything from sore muscles to gashes with the right materials. A skill that's been put to use as she bandages herself, when her body boldly rejects the notion of sound-speed (or speeding down a highway) travelling. Which is something most probably explored in her 'lessons'.

Weakness:
There are a great many things just simply wrong, or incomplete, with Raven's ability. For starters, regardless of the fact that she can travel at inhuman speeds, her body is still very much human. Meaning, even though it should be a breeze to travel like sound, her organs and muscles can't exactly keep up. At the very least, after a short run with her preferred velocity, her entire body becomes as sore as sore could possibly be. In those rare moments when she's forced to go faster? Raven's arms and legs begin to rip apart. The whole thing wears her internally down, seen whenever she coughs up blood. It's all a health issue, and she'll break eventually; ignoring the danger of running into walls at terminal velocity.

Moving on to phobias, Raven has a minor case of Aphenphosmphobia (the fear of being touched). The thought of anyone doing so causes rounds of internal disgust, then agitation; which is why she prefers to keep a safe arms-length away from others. All the time. For the record, she does get angry. It's just that she's well-versed in the language of pretend, and more often than not a sickly sweet smile will flash across her face instead. When, of course, she's ripping the offender apart inside.

Crime:
Raven repressed it all, but her big bad sin was murder. Unintentional, mind, no matter what the situation looked like. In any case, all she can remember now is that she was desperately running from something; in which her panic resulted in a fair number of casualties. To fill in the gaps, this incident had come to light in a restaurant; where the something had made itself known. Whatever it was, a great deal of emotional distress swept Raven off her feet; where she proceeded to bolt out the door (without paying or even letting go of the steak knife she'd been using). Naturally, a fair number of innocent bystanders were aroused to calm her down, which resulted in frantic stabbing as her frame of mind.. wasn't entirely rational; driven only by the singular, animalistic need to run.

Moments later, with three, maybe four people dead or dying from a fateful encounter with a knife (which happened before anybody shook out of shock and restrained her), the police came and dragged her away. Which was perfectly fine, because all she wanted at that instant was to hide in a cold dark corner and hopefully be protected by someone from.. again, something. No matter how much she wants to remember, the subjected person (?) scarred her too much to even recall. Then, as she settled in said corner and before she returned to rationality, Raven was stolen away. Next thing she knew? Father's mansion, her mind a blank slate and paranoia above all setting in; with no idea what had happened, who she was or why she still felt like running.

Raven does not appreciate the stroke of luck.

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