NEVERMORE, rayven leon

[Dr. Rayven Nevermore]

I go by you know, and my time zone is est I believe. I found this site by looking at the stock market. You can contact me by pm, unless you have my aim.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Rayven Leon Nevermore.

AGE:

He takes the appearance of a man in his early twenties. His specie of demon ages extremely slow. His real age, however, is around 700 years old, give or take some decades.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight.

SPECIES:

He is nothing more than a human-looking ‘demon’.

NATIONALITY:

American, Polish.

OCCUPATION:

A coroner. Even though blood kind of gets him ‘riled up’ a bit, it’s only with fresh blood, but occasionally the mere gushing or dripping of it make him lose control… But this is all a part of his plan to make him control that urge of his. Good thing he usually works alone or with an assistant most of the days. This job is to test himself.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Well, his skin was soft, though a lively color, almost a happy peach it seemed. His eyes, were almost like a teal, like the shores of the beach. His eyes were the beach inside, green and teal towards the inside or right around the pupil, and on the outside a sea blue to dark blue, unique and beautiful eyes. His hair used to be long and wrapped in wrappings as the rest remained short. it was a part of his more Demonic culture, but due to the cultures around him and the technology, Rayven cut his hair long ago. Occasionally he lets it grow out, but cut it later on. He keeps those black locks on the short side. His clothing is very plain and simple most of the time as he isn’t a man to show off. Work it’s very plain – a robe of a light blue.

CELEB CLAIM:

Milo Ventimiglia.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

There really is not much to say about Rayven but that he is a ‘sweet-pea’. He’s a generous man though his appearance doesn’t really look like it. His heart is full of kindness; very odd for a demon. His family was one to try to blend in and prove to all that the stereotypical demon was nothing more than a stereotype. And that plus the why he grew up and was treated somewhat molded him into a gentleman. Chivalry has not died with him and he often does those little acts here and there. He’s a passionate man, if he had anyone to care for besides the occasional stranger and the random jobs he possesses. He is a man of his word so when he promises he would do something; he will try all in his power to keep to his word. Gentle and kind, Rayven seems to be the role model father figure to some; for how he deals with the younglings is something else. Rayven isn’t one to give up easily and often puts up a fight.

Even though his appearance doesn’t give him that innocent look, if you ever so happen to befriend the man, you’d soon come to realize that there probably into one evil bone in his body. Well, until you seriously push his buttons – he can get just as violent and angry as a demon – but you’d really have to have no life in trying to get him angry. He doesn’t snap easily… Unless there’s blood about. Being a sweetheart I what he does best, even if he doesn’t know it. Hey, Rayven just likes to make people’s days. He does have a sixth sense so he knows when people are feeling down. He’d try to make them cheer up somehow. With strangers this doesn’t apply much, but with friends – Rayven is very protective and would stick up with them. Despite his almost anti-people nature at times, he’s the talkative and generous fool.

LIKES:

• Children.
• Chivalry.
• Distractions.
• Innocence.
• Respect.
• Rainy days.
• People that try their best.
• Cookies and tea.
• Manners.
• Strong-will people.

DISLIKES:

• History.
• Religious people.
• God.
• Remembering the past.
• Rudeness.
• Stereotypes.
• Disease.
• When he can’t understand accents.
• Spicy foods.
• suspicious behavior.

SECRETS:

• For starters, being an old demon that ages slowly is a hefty secret to bare. He also has a fetish for blood (due to his demon genes – it’s almost like vampire-ism), and Rayven witnessed everything he basically care for perish.

FEARS:

• Nightmares about his past.
• Someone either recognizing him from long ago, or someone’s suspicions getting Rayven caught.
• Falling in love only to end up losing them again.

DREAMS:

• To one day have a family… Without the fear.

STRENGTHS:

• Passionate.
• Strong-willed.
• Optimistic.
• Heightened senses.
• That sixth sense.

WEAKNESSES:

• Push-over.
• Burned victims.
• Cares too much.
• Happy families.
• Can get too down in the dumps.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Rayven was born in the Middle Ages. More precisely the High Middle to Late Middle. His specie of demon grew abnormally fast, so when the family had little Rayven, they were constantly on the move and didn’t settle down until some years later in London. By that time, Rayven’s body was slowing down in growing and now looked in his late teenager years. When they settled down, Rayven helped his father help construct flying buttresses for castles and even measured some windows for the stained glass sides. His mother worked at home and part-time with her friend down in the courtyard selling flowers, knickknacks, and other accessories. Rayven was a good boy, always listening to his parents’ wishes without doubt. To them, he was the perfect child that anyone could ask for. Rayven’s mother and her friend occasionally got some of the girls around town to help them in their shop. Usually Rayven left some hours before his father – so Rayven can pick up his mother, walk her home, and help prepare dinner. But once day when he left and went to pick up his mother, those eyes of hi locked onto a girl o beautiful. She was a teenager, younger looking than himself, but that didn’t stop Rayven from introducing himself. The two talked just for a bit until his mother found him and the two left. Every day after that, Rayven kept on seeing the girl at the store. She apparently worked there a bit like his mother did. The two became friends, though not as quickly.

It took them a few years of short conversations until they finally managed to have longer ones – as her parents allowed her to stay out late as well as Rayven’s parents. The two were best of friends, and after some more years later, they were something more than that. Rayven still looked about the same, nothing really changed about him, but Violet, his friend – now girlfriend, went from a little teenager girl to a young adult woman. She was beautiful and such a sweet heart. Rayven just couldn’t be happier. His family and hers was all he ever needed. That is… Until the plague appeared. At first people just didn’t mind it much but it spread fast. Part of Violet’s family caught it, so the young woman lived with Rayven and his family. The plague progressed and no one in the house showed signs of getting it. Even more so, Rayven and his father went out to work, get some money, and finally get some good for the family. Yet, they didn’t get sick or show any signs though they walked through the valley of death. This raised some suspicion with a neighbor, and soon a few other people. During this era; people were extremely religions. Rayven’s family tried to fit in with their beliefs as well, but even though they tried; it just didn’t seem to work. After some years as the disease spread even more and London lost over one-third of its population, the religious people soon started to turn on other members of society – mainly Rayven’s.

Society went to Sh*t, and so did people’s minds, all because of this plague that was terrorizing the lives of many. When Violet lost her brother and mother, and her father caught the disease, she seemed to have lost her mind. The last thing Rayven saw of Violet was her dancing and singing in the street. Her boy was somewhat burned as I she just got out of a fire. Not too far off in the distance there was one. Rayven assumed she was at the wrong place at the wrong time, but nonetheless, he went to her aid; trying to snap her out of it and come back inside before she caught the plague. Her burned skin had fresh blood on it, and Rayven just couldn’t help himself. With her in his arms, he kissed and licked the blood that resided on her arm just when some more villagers came to the scene. They knew what they saw and their suspicions became even more profound. He was a demon! His family probably started this D*mned plague! Still singing that “ring around the rosie” song, Rayven picked her up in his arms and immediately fled when the villagers started to call him names like Diablo and Demon. Running through London and finally managing to escape, he ran into the forest that separated them from the more countryside inhabitants. During his little run, that was when Violet died. Her last words were part of that song that she was singing. “Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.”

Even though his legs ached, Rayven didn’t stop running, that is, until he stopped hearing her singing. When her voice died down, Rayven’s pace did as well. He almost collapsed to the ground or his legs ached so much from the run. What he came to see was Violet unmoving; passed on to the other world. Tears filled his eyes and he violently shook her. Screaming her name for her to come back, Rayven panicked. His loud voice alerted the few villagers that were chasing him. The last thing he saw… Was her dead face before pain engulfed him and everything turned black. When he woke up, he yelled in pain. Blood covered his body and stab wounds occupied his form. They tried to kill him – stabbing him multiple times until he fainted and they assumed he died. Violet’s body was nowhere to be found. Crying and staying where he was, Rayven rested ad recovered some strength as night fell upon them. When he got up and went back to London – to go to his family, he still saw the orange lights in the sky. There were still some houses on fire… What caused thee, he didn’t know. Violet was in one of them, or something for she was burned. As Rayven snuck quietly around London, he didn’t make it all the way home. Seeing some villagers outside his home with his home ablaze, tears seeped down his cheeks. Not was his girlfriend dead, his fiancée to be, but his family too!? All because they thought he was a Demon. They were right but what bad had he done? None… slowly, quietly… Rayven fade out of existence – living a life in the countryside alone. With no will to move on.

That is, until around the 1690’s. Rayven lived through the year of the Black Death, through the Renaissance, an d through some more eras until he had enough of Europe and even his homeland of Poland, and finally moved over to America with some other settlers. Things were going great, until those eyes of his once again fell victim to another woman – looking very similar to Violet. Not having any company for years upon years, Rayven pressed his luck. He would just got for friendship; nothing more, or so he thought until one day, she decided to take it a step further. So far, all seemed well, until some people took her one day. Rayven woke up to her screams across the street – some villagers took her out of her home, accusing her of being a witch. Rayven, of course, tried to stop it, but he was held back. For the first time in his life, he was thankful he didn’t get too attached, but even with a friend during the Salem Witch Trial era, he felt like it was all his fault. Did some of this transfer from London to here? He couldn’t help but to put part of the blame on himself. Witches. Demons. Why did people dub them bad!? Not all of them were bad! For a few hundred years, Rayven moved around North America, until in the 1900’s, he started to actually be civilized and talk some more – gaining friendship that he just ended up losing in The Great Depression. Nonetheless, Rayven knew he couldn’t live a life of solitude – not with the advancements of the culture happening. So, Rayven tried to fit in the best he could. Only talk to some people and keep them close, but otherwise, he was just ‘there’. Present day, Rayven has managed to get some degrees – all help by this Demon, like him, that works for the government. Rayven was basically kept safe from suspicious eyes. Now, he resides in Essex, New Jersey. A populated place, bit more away from ‘home’ than he can think of.

FAMILY LIFE:

His mother and father, he just called them “Mother” and “Father”, occasionally “Mom” and “Dad”. They’re both dead (or so he thinks), but he doesn’t know their first names. He used to remember them faintly, but now he doesn’t recall.

Violet was his lover, his first girlfriend, his final love and soon to be fiancée. She died long ago during the Black Plague around the 1350’s. She still serves as the best and worst memory he has ever had. She is someone he will never forget.

Rachelle was a friend he met in Salem, Virginia, that soon took their friendship up another notch after some months. Just as that happened, she was accused of being a witch. For whatever reason, Rayven never knew. Her grave resides on the outskirts of Salem.

OTHER:

He has dark feathered wings he keeps hidden almost all the time. They seem to be of no use for him, and thus, they remain concealed.

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