Full Name: Raven Dargomir
Nickname: Raven
Age: 16
Birthdate: January 5th
Where you are from: Born in Paris, France
Role: Royal Moroi, with the spirit element =)
Royal/Dhampir Partner:
Roommate:
Likes:
Music is my life. I love to sing and write songs. It's in my mind, body and soul. " âȘ ⫠⏠â Never. Lose. Faith. â© âȘ â« âŹ"
Sports, in particular basketball but I love all sports.
Skating
Sketching
My sister =) ~ I really look up to her.
Dislikes: at least 4
My father. I will never forgive him for what he did to my mother.
Being judged when they don't even know.
Math. I fail at it. Period.
Letting people down.
Myself at times.
Description: I'm a petite build. Around 5 ft 4, and weigh around 49kg. I have porcelain white skin and bright green eyes. My hair is thick and down to my hips and wavy with ringlets at the end. I'm blond, which is unusual as my sister has black hair. People call my sister hot, me, they call beautiful, stunning. Though we have similar facial features, mine are more delicate, high cheek bones, large, green eyes, plump lips etc etc and our coloring is very different. I feel like such a black sheep (ha, ironic, right?) in my family because of it...
I'm very much a ripped skinny jeans and singlet kind of girl. I love, love, LOVE my chucks to bits and my baggy sweat pants, too, despite what mum says.
Personality: What to say, what to say... Well to start with, I love music. It's my life, soul and everything in between. Singing is more than a passion to me, if you can sing it, I've done it. I usually allow things to bottle up and don't talk about it, music is the only thing that stops me from... well, exploding. =s
I really do look up to my sister. although she is only 2 minutes older than I, I feel as if she is much more than that. She is the strength in the family, something that I can only wish to live up to. I often feel overshadowed by her, she has such a strong, personality, loves drinking and partying... I'm very in confident. Though, in saying that I can far from say I'm a goody toe shoes. The opposite actually. I attend class, yes, but I also enjoy stealing, not that anybody knows that =p Actually, very few people know anything about me at all, I make sure to keep that hidden.
Like all spirit users, I have mood problems. Although, mine are horribly unstable. I wish I could stop it, and I apologize in advance if I behave... strangely. People are quick to judge me. They see ripped skinny jeans and a tank top and they think, "failure." They see blond hair and a charming personality and they think, "whore." They see me get up and leave halfway during a lesson and they think, "weirdo." Well, why don't you try going through mood swings so bad you don't know what to do with yourself? I can not STAND disappointing people and could not live with myself if I were to snap at some poor person with no real reason why.
I will try my best to help people, And fight against all that I am. Chuck on a smile, be charming but not too much, and perhaps people won't see past the surface...
History: I was born in Paris, France 2 minutes after my sister, Brylen. I could sing before I could talk, I could draw before I could write, I could skate before I could bike ride, a weird child at heart, I often had a habit of wondering off on my own to do one of 3 things. Scared the hell out of my family but, whoopsie...My father did a runner before we were born, which, as Brylen has probably mentioned, destroyed my mother. I never really got along with my aunty Lissa, she was very much focused on my sister, probably because she was the "outgoing" one. =( I think about my father everyday, and often wonder how he could leave and what I could have done to stop it. It wasn't until I truly saw what a train wreck my mother was in that I began to detest him. Despise him.
At age 10, mother got a new partner. Another male to add to the list of people I didn't get along with. Seemingly sweet at first, it didn't take long for his true colors to shine through. Using, taking advantage of and all that nasty stuff, he used to order me around as I was too scared to say "no". And then he came along.
Reines Thorne. 15, male and the most wanted guy on the entire f****** planet. He was perfect, funny, charming and star player of our national basketball team, and for a while, my everything. He was always there when need be, always defended me, even fought with mum's partner for me. He offered me a place to stay when I wanted to escape, a sport to play when I was down, someone to hug when I felt my worst. Everything was fine and dandy, until the symptoms kicked in.
At 13, My sister and I were diagnosed with depression. Probably from being a spirit wielder, they assumed, I'm a little bit dodgy on the details. Whilst my sister turned to our aunty and her guitar to deal with it, music wasn't enough for me. I had, after all, played since I was a baby. I withdrew from everyone, everyone except Reines. He pulled me through it all, always offering me a body to hug, his warmth, his protection. And then they came. At around the same time as the depression kicked in, my powers grew stronger, too, making me an easy target for the strigoi. They came during the night when we were sleeping, home alone on the couch. They came and they took him. Not because they wanted him dead, not because they wanted to keep him, but because I was there and they wanted me. I remember that night so clearly, the scratching at the window, the thundering clouds, the turrets of rain, him jumping fourth to defend me.... it was horrible. And I could do nothing.
I ran away moments after, I could not stay in the same house of my dear Reines. Without a word to my family, I ran, and didn't look back.
I made a deal with myself. I was going to stay away from people, this was not going to get the better of me. I could not disappoint, not put others in danger, not after this. I feel as if I have to make up for myself, make up for him. Even if that meant keeping my head down, no one is ever to know...
Misc:
Best of you: Foo Fighters
I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holdin' you
Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...
Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts the broken hearts
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
I've got another confession my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...