Post by whiteraven on Apr 6, 2008 19:34:08 GMT -5
Raven
-------------------------------------------------------------
Cannon or your own: Cannon
Copyright (Marvel/DC/ect): DC
Characters civilian name: Rachel Roth
Code names/Aliases: Raven
Class [Superhero, Vigilante, Mercenary..ect]: Superhero
-------------------------------------------------------------
Gender: female
Age: I'm guessing like 17 or 18
Apparent Age: probably 17 or 18
Hair: Black, in a downhill bob
Eyes: black and depthless
Height and weight: not very tall but quite thin.
Appearance: She has very pale skin and features. Her hair and eyes stand out being incredibly dark. On her forehead is a diamond shaped red jewel. She wears a dark blue, long sleeved leotard with a belt of red jewels. She is almost always covered by a long, hooded, dark blue cape. On her feet are soft matching slippers.
Picture [if available]:
-------------------------------------------------------------
Super Powers: Raven is first and foremost, a very powerful telepath. She can enter anybodies mind and speak with them or hear their thoughts. She can control inanimate objects and every now and then a person. She is also classified as a very powerful healer. Also a known empath, she can sense feelings. And finally she is in possession of a 'soul self.' meaning she can cause a person to be overcome by their greatest fears.
Learned Abilities: Raven has a huge store of knowlage of ancient spells and magics. She knows about the rituals of every ancient civilization on or off earth. She has many old books and thomes for this.
Equipment: The gem in her forehead is said to possess the key to her will, powers, and possibly even her soul.
Weaknesses (Must Have): Raven, being an empath, is susepteble to strong emotions felt around her, and her own emotions; should they become too strong. If her feelings get out of hand, she looses control over her powers. She keeps them in check through meditation, though because of this she often comes across as very cold and unfeeling. Her father is also a great threat. (See background)
Background: Arellah Roth was a Gothem city resadent until 16 years of age. After her abusive yet very religious parents struck the final blow, she ran away. Finding herself in a church who worshiped an interdeminsional demon named Trigon, she was accepted into their guild. It was here she met a handsome young man and fell in love. They were married and it was only after she became pregnant with his child did he reveal himself to be the demon Trigon himself.
Filled with fear, Arellah was about to jump off a bridge when she was saved by an emissary from Azarath. A city of pacifists in a distant deminsion where Arellah gave birth to her daughter Raven. At the child's birth it was prophsied that she would become a porthole for her father to come and destroy Earth. As Raven grew older she left Azarath and went to earth to search for those who would aid her in her fight against her father. She was taken in by the Teen Titans and survived to save earth because of them.
She has died, gone evil, been reincarnated, married, and died again, more times than I will bother to write.
Personality : Because of Raven's necessity to hide her feelings, she is mostly seen as a very hard and cold person, and she certainly lives up to it. Though she cares hugely about her friends, she rarely shows it. Quick with a sarcastic comment and cold wit, Raven is the common sense in the team more often then naught. She is very introverted and would prefer to stay home and read or meditate than be around people almost any time.
Other: I have decided, for the sake of your storyline, that Raven was second in command in Untouchable unit 5. She did a lot of things she wasn't proud of during the war, and is now going to have a hard time reverting back to who she was. (I'm so hard on my characters.)
-------------------------------------------------------------
Brief Sample Roleplay Raven stood alone on the roof top, looking down upon the city. Her hood was up, shrouding her face in shadows and her cloak billowed around her in the sharp northernly wind. It carried a smell of smoke and wreakage, ruins from a war that refused to simply dissapere because the politics said so.
She looked down at the Untouchable's uniform which she still wore. She had scrubbed it as much as one could after every mission but some of the dark red stains remained. Some were hers, some not. A footstep behind her. She spun around, a bit of the railing pulling away by her command.
"Who's there?"
