Name:  Raven Willow Nara
Race:  Human
Age:   24
Hair:  Indigo Black
Eyes:  Emerald green
Class: Ranger

DETAILED DESCRIPTION:

Hair:
   Her hair was once a long, flowing, violet mane with amethyst luster, now shoulder-length, darker, and with more indigo dreariness. It is now swept-back and practically braided to prevent her hair from being in her face.

Eyes:
   Her eyes are still a mesmerizing, electric, emerald green that seemed to twinkle with every movement. Before her eyes were fluttering, doe-eyed, but no longer and now, sharp, steely, affixed, and penetrating.

Body:
   A little shorter than the average height, she stands at 5'4 but stands upright with a sleek but muscular build that made her appear taller. She was previously a supple, dark-caramel-skinned woman but now a sinewy, white, willowy wisp of her former self. She had perfumed with lilac and lavender, now a stench of dried, clay, and ash. Life of survival has honed her mind, body, and soul. Her shadows blended her into the gloom and are seemingly darker.

Markings:
   On her upper back is a tattoo of a large raven in flight that has her same green eyes. The raven's body was centered along her spine as the wings flowed down her shoulder blades. Her clan used scarification on the underside of her arm with an intricate geometric design of concentric circles that composed their sigil. A collection of shiny metallic earrings used to be in her jewelry box. Now, she wears modest looped earrings on each lobe.

Dress:
   A beauty but survival hasn't afforded her the luxury of pleasantries.  She formerly adorned herself with colorfully sequined, flowing dresses, golden jewelry, precious gems, and now holstering sheathed swords, daggers, and ammo as accessories.
   She now dons dark form-fitting clothes to blend into the shadows. Her black corset has two silver buckles that cinched at the waist of a long-sleeved, wide-hooded, black blouse and gloves. She tucked her black drop-crotch pants into her knee-high, black leather boots to make her movements more silent.

History:
   Raven was born into a mercenary clan, Nara. Her clan provided free education at a type of boarding school. At the age of ten, children then have one year to select their specialties and usually picked what their parents specialized in. The clan Nara had various branches like a small military force, focused on mercenary work of foreign lands. Raven's family was part of the espionage and assassins. She went down the reconnaissance specialty until it was time to make her first field operation.
   The target was a boy named Logan Bassett from a neighboring village, Mystacor. She was to instill herself into his life and gather intel on his sorceress mother, Evelyn Bassett's secret cloaking magic. Raven's disloyalty was natural at first until her performance shifted into a real love for Logan.
   Reluctantly she reported back to her clan with the intel on the secret cloaking magic. Mystacor was then immediately slaughtered with Logan included. Raven, stricken with grief and ravaged with despair, returned to Mystacor to search for his remains for a proper burial.
   The stench of her lover's death on her hands as she returned home to a ghost town. Food still on the stove, plates half empty. No pets or familiars. No signs of struggle. Everyone mysteriously vanished without a trace.
   She was at a breaking point and needed to know if they were all killed or abandoned her. She requested a pact with the Raven Queen to find out if their souls had passed over. She became a witch seeking those answers and discovered her people had never died. In the loss of it all, she still made a new friend named Wendell, her new feathered familiar.
   As a new witch, she joined The Harper's in search of what happened to her clan and befriended an interdimensional traveler, Tyrell. Having him show up without a trace from another realm made her think that may be where they all traveled.
   Tyrell and Raven had made a few other friends throughout adventuring into swamps, forests, mines, and giant spider overtaken towns. A good friend Helana had deceived everyone, including all the good people of the mining town, and caused mayhem attempting to summon her sisters. While Helana was focused on the artifact to shift realms, Raven realized at that moment her betrayal and attempted to attack. Tyrell shot at Helana and was able to disrupt her focus.
   The failed ritual produced a rift. At that instant, the Raven Queen protected her fledgling and Wendell by creating a shadow-plane pocket-dimension to shroud Raven and Wendell from the blinding eternities. The gifted pocket dimension was in the shape of an egg and filled with dark creatures of Shadowfell to provide her a chance at survival.


   Tyrell’s thunderous blast created such a concussive force that it knocked Helana’s grasp on the artifact and the world began to separate. Wendell quickly fluttered down from Raven’s shoulder onto her wrist and penetratingly stared into her eyes. Wendell’s eyes were black and a glint of light in his eyes flashed violet, and the darkness enveloped Raven, she was blinded and could only see black and felt a chilling draft around her. She also had the feeling that someone was watching her. “Wendell, what is going on?!”
   Raven focused on her eldritch sight and could see magic emanating from every direction and couldn’t make sense of where she was. Three brightly glowing red spheres were leaving a vapor trail orbiting in the very center of the room. Terrifying laughter bellowed from all directions as the Raven Queen instantly lit two braziers. The small fires on the arms of her throne which revealed a circular chamber. The throne was central atop tiered stones and veiled by black curtains that rippled with every breath. Large black, feathered wings arched above a raven-masked, woman in an open, high collared black dress with a grey-leather corset. The Raven Queen slowly brought her black, painted talons of nails closer to her mask’s beak. Raven cries out, “Where are Wendell and Tyrell?!”
    “Child of the night you have nothing to fear from me. Wendell is here with us.” Wendell glided in and perched on the armrest and preened his feathers. The throne was bordered with silver engravings along with the armrests. The back had a meticulously carved shimmering raven head with a jeweled eye. The cushions on the armrests, back, and seat were made of a silky black down. The braziers weren’t big, although it illuminated the entire throne room which had spiraled ladders and was filled with books. It almost looked like a library with a balcony across from the throne.
    “You have served me well and innocently forestalled another usurper to my thrown. It’s not your time to perish but you are fading outside my dominion. Appropriately, your recompense should be darkness and expectantly it will protect you on your path.” The queen places Wendell on her shoulder and stands to lift her large black wings. The gust from her wings blows the black curtains back creating a wind chime sound, she descends the stairs toward Raven.
    The queen removed her great, raven mask revealing her flawless skin with smoky red eyes, a ruby jeweled diadem, and three crimson orbs rotating within a golden crown. The mask burst into an unkindness of ravens and swirled around the room and out the balcony. The Raven Queen gently scratched Wendell’s head. The crown was encrusted with multiple cuts and colors of gems that truly distinguished itself from the dim room and wardrobe.
    She grabbed Raven by the shoulders and turned her around and whispered, “Time moves differently here, but we don’t have much of it!” The Raven Queen began to undress Raven and pushed her hair to reveal the upper part of her back and neck. The queen placed her left hand on Raven’s upper back and whispered, “This will hurt a lot, but we have no choice.” With her right hand, she snapped her fingers, and Wendell shrieked and burst into ethereal black feathers that spiraled above the two women. The Raven Queen raised her right hand and muttered something unfamiliar. The black feathers began to individually descend and pierce through Raven’s skin. It felt like searing nails forced through her back and neck. "AHHHHH!!!" Raven screamed from the incomprehensible pain of the binding process and passed out.
    The feathers formed a tattoo of Wendell in flight across her back. The Raven Queen supported Raven’s body and mentions, “You remind me of myself a long time ago. Protect yourself and may we meet again.” She kissed Raven’s cheek and projected her back into her body. It was as if time had frozen and the world was still separating. Raven was sucked into the blind eternity and Wendell’s wings erupted from her new tattoo. The wings stretched seemingly for the first time as black feathered wings strained, more feathers grew and they fully enveloped Raven in darkness. An eggshell formed, protecting her from the bright energies of the blinding eternity. She’s weightless in her dark, feathered cocoon having terrible nightmares wishing she could return to her friends.