#annoncement

Raven is a young lady! However, she often refers to herself as they/them, since she feels that a narrator/storyteller must remain “neutral”.

150 cm tall; she is a smol birb.

She lives in Crowley’s attic. The room is piled high with books and papers, littered with bottles of ink and quills.

Constantly reminds her Uncle Crowley he should be more responsible--though he just caws right back that she should just relax and enjoy her school life.

Sometimes she helps out Uncle with his duties, since she feels bad that he has taken her under his wing at no cost to her.

Keeps a diary to record her adventures and observations. She thinks she’s being clever about where she keeps it, but we all know it’s stuffed under her pillow. (No peeking allowed, or she will peck you!)

Her taste in fashion is very gothic lolita.

Jumpy, especially around loud sounds.

Has the appetite of a bird, but she’s very curious about trying new and exotic dishes.

Besides the obvious hobbies (reading and writing), Raven also likes to people watch, raise little plants (they help perk up the room!), and brew (as well as name) new colors of ink. Most recently, she made a lovely peacock blue-green and labelled it Brilliance.

Special talent? Making increasingly outlandish excuses to avoid romantic scenarios and advances. She knows the tropes and how to disrupt the mood but it’s a shame that a certain eel knows exactly how to twist her words against her.

Her guilty pleasure is snuggling up with a good old fashioned romance novel or shoujo manga...but she will vehemently deny it if you ask her about it.

Speaking of denying things, she does that a lot. What a tsundere. It’s more of a defense mechanism than anything, since she is still rather emotionally immature.

Her big words and self-important way of speaking are just a way for her to mask how easily flustered she is...as well as to hide her deep-seated trust issues.

Despite how serious she tries to be, Raven does find herself daydreaming a lot. Daydream about what, you ask? Of her happy ending. A bird is allowed to dream, right?

She would describe herself as pragmatic and sharp-tongued--but at one point, she was innocent, gullible, and soft spoken. Raven hates that old, foolish version of herself.

Her mortal enemies? Savanaclaw and Rook. That entire dorm is teeming with predators--and Rook is a predator in his own right. They just rile her feathers up—though recently, she has started to get along a bit better with him.

Friends with Riddle, if only for their shared distrust of the Leeches. They have little tea parties and shit talk the twins over scones and sandwiches.

Not particularly close to any of her other peers. She gets along with them just fine, but seems to hold people at a safe distance.

Do not ask her what her opinion is on leeches or eels. She will snap at you.

Raven uses her powers of observation and skill with wordcraft to mend the relationships of those around her. If two friends are fighting? She’ll get them to reconcile. Someone’s looking for love? She’ll give them a slight nudge.

How selfless of her--or is that the curse talking, the tomes calling for new tales to be penned, and the raven looking for inspiration?

Not the best athlete. She has very slow reaction times and is just...overall clumsy. The only thing she is decent at now is running away from things that scare her.

Generally frail and weak. Sucks to be her. Can’t swim, and can’t fly (at least not in her human form). Again, sucks to be her.

True to her namesake, she has the ability to turn into a raven, though it only seems to happen during moments of intense distress or weakness. After a certain amount of time elapses, she turns back into her human form.

Raven can summon an enchanted swing set to fly her human form here and there. She has decorated it with ribbons and tissue paper flowers to make it look pretty.

Hates the hot weather--it makes her molt.

You know what else she hates? Leeches. They’re the absolute worst.