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the timeline in which they live an ideal life, had no opportunities taken from them, were subjected to nothing terrible, where they grew up to fulfil their full potential

Few poets speak of Her, even fewer invoke Her by name. She is a young god, younger than all Olympus and yet equally as feared by some for the power she wields.

She does not begrudge the lack of praises, the empty void of libations upon a nameless altar. She is like her father in this manner — unable to be swayed or manipulated by the hymns or material goods of man.

She is but a desperate wish on the lips of the dying, a weak request in their final moments. And for some, she stands guard between the unwavering shears of Atropos and the hateful hands of Thanatos. And some say she buys the dying a few seconds more, just until the gaze of Atropos turns away and Thanatos slips back into shadow and they are guaranteed to see the next dawn.

Yet not all can be saved by her touch for she is not fool enough to begrudge her Elders their rights once too many. But those she defends go gently unto Death, a Daughter’s hands to ease their suffering & entrust their soul to Thanatos as family and friend.

She, like others, is known by many epithets.

The Gods call her ❝ σκιά μοίρας .❞ a Shadow of Fate.

Warrior and guardian. Trickster and rascal.

Three jagged scars on his right side (age: 8): received as a child when he tried swimming during a storm and was slammed roughly into a rock. They take up a good forty-percent of his rib area.  

Brand, right wrist (age: 15): Burned into his skin with a laser tool to mark who to return him to if he ran away or was lost. It was a circle, with something akin to an equal sign intersected by the initials SY.

Lash marks, across back and shoulders (age: 15-21): Received periodically during his entire time with Simon and the gang. There’s at least seven individual lash scars to be counted but there are others that interlace with the rest and are difficult to count as separate marks.

Burn scars starting at his wrist and going up to the elbow; covers the majority of his lower right arm (age: 22): Upon being freed, Ravid wanted to destroy the slaver’s brand and well…lit his arm on fire. The scar tissue of the burn does indeed make it difficult to see the distinguishing marks that separate it from the brand unless you look at it up close.

a number of knife and puncture scars on his chest (age: 27): some of the few visible scars remaining after his torture, others include:

patches of dime-sized seared flesh - found speckled in various places on their torso. notable locations include their upper scapula (in the joint of their collarbone) and multiple along their collarbone as well, along with several down their abs. 

knucklebone scars on left hand - when their hand was crushed, the bones were nearly exposed and they were given limited medical attention, so it healed with extreme scarring. 

It would be really easy for me to say that they don’t - not really. But really it is far more complicated. Ravid’s coping mechanisms are neither healthy nor overly effective in any way. For most of their life, they have always been inherently afraid or anxious. 

As a young child they were small, weak and frail. They coped with it simply by burying it under the far stronger sensation of shame and pride. And with that came wild acts of risk. Ravid handled their fear by running at it head-on; pretending as if it was a glass wall they could shatter and run through.   

Then they were taken. Fear surrounded them at all turns. But that fear became something that could easily be used AGAINST them, so they took their original method of coping, of running face-first into his fear & learned to REDIRECT it into something else entirely. 

All of their fear became anger, spite & violence, exploding directly at the core of the problem. They realized that if they came off like a feral animal, the things they were afraid of became less of a problem - because THEY became the threat. 

But all that fear transformed into fury has to have somewhere to go. And there’s not always a physical entity to face with this newly formed emotion. And when there is no outlet to express it, they are bound to explode in their environment. 

Ravid is very hesitant to accept hugs or intimate touches from people, even if he does trust them. He also becomes incredibly testy if he is grabbed without permission and often lashes out.

He is an extremely private person as he believes that pieces of his life before are shaming and the fewer people that know the details the better. Most of the time he does what he can to keep things to himself but every now and again his tongue will get the better of him.

The black ops crew sent Ravid through an intense detox session as part of their initial training and "onboarding". He still has urges now and again but usually stifles them. He does smoke often, however.

Despite his very impulsive and aggressive nature, Ravid is actually a smooth talker and more than a little bit of a manipulative one too. If he wants something, he’ll find out what needs to be done to get it–particularly if what he wants is information.

Ravid is a very proficient swimmer and can hold his breath for long periods of time. 

They adore animals so much. Particularly cats. And sometimes they can be found late trying to woo random cats on the street with kissy noises. It’s usually a Wednesday night ritual. 

“ I mess up & people die - that’s just how it is. I lose people. I’m bad luck.”

Ravid was too young to understand guilt when the first death was blamed on him. His father always blamed him for his mother’s death and for whatever reason that guilt crawled onto Ravid’s shoulders and sat there.

In the House of Yor, it would only grow heavier.

Ravid grew too rebellious, barely placated with drugs, but still a favorite of Simon’s. Ravid knew how to take the punishment - enjoyed it maybe too much for Simon's tastes. So Simon sometimes took to punishing the others on their behalf. It worked. But when he went too far and one of the girls was killed - Ravid knew that it was their fault. Knew that the guilt laid on their shoulders.

And then….even after freedom guilt would come again to take its toll:

Ravid set out as part of a three man team on a mission. One would die under torture, the other would be traitor. Ravid would survive yet again. Would ground them out like a spent cigarette beneath his heel, but couldn’t forget those he lost. The people that died while he lived.

*and others that she's in med school rather than EMS

Raised in Ohio. Final location as of high school graduation was Holt (Ross Township), Ohio, USA

Age [18]: Starts University at Ohio State (Columbus, OH) in Neuroscience/Pre-Medicine

Specialized in Systems/Behavioral

[21] MCAT in Spring of Junior/3rd Year

brother is murdered either before or soon after the MCAT which inhibits her for a few months. She almost flunks out but manages to pull herself together at the last minute with some help from her advisors and professors

Graduates at [22]; goes to Columbia University in NYC at [23]

First Year [23]; Second Year [24];

Third Year (Clerkships) [25]; 4th Year (ER Med Clerkships) [26]

Residency at Bronx General

Resident Intern [27]

Resident at 2nd Year [28]

3rd Year Resident [29] (under old guidelines)