(Rebel)
User: [Ravenclaw]

Name: Raven King

Age: 27

Clothing: Biker Leathers. It’s taken her a lot of time and hard work to acquire a full set of biker leathers even if they are a bit tattered and worn.

Body: 5’3”, 120 lbs, long black hair, small brown eyes and dark skin. It's believed that she is Native American.

Weapon: Knives, lots and lots of knives. Her preferred weapons are her 6 inch butterfly knife while she keeps seven on her person at all times. She keeps an 10 inch bowie knife in a leather sheath on the back of her belt. Her pockets are always lined with knives and various sharp implements. She is highly adept at using short bladed weapons and keeps multiple blades on her person at all times. She wears spring loaded braces beneath the sleeves of her jacket. With these she is able to produce two butterfly knives without having to search in her pockets. Her boots are fitted with spring loaded devices. By tapping her heel she can eject a blade between the first and second toes of both feet.

Despite her love of blded wepons under the tutlage of her mentour Raven learned the subtle sience of sniper hunting. She is the team's current sniper and maintains several rifels hidden threwout the city and among the rebel bases.

Personality:Raven is quiet and is not the kind of person you want to piss off. She’s sarcastic and a little sadistic. She has been known for stabbing people in the smallest of altercations.

History: History: A native to the city Raven was abandoned on the steps of a church when she was an infant. The only thing indicating her identity was a page torn from the bible. A passage was underlined from I Kings “And the raven’s brought him bread and flesh in the mornings and bread and flesh in the evenings. And he drank from the brook.” The word “raven” had been underlined. The sisters of The Virgin’s Holy Order named her such until she was placed with Social Services. Social Services added King as her last name.

She was raised at St. Mary’s Home for Underprivileged Youngsters. It was an orphanage and a shitty one at that. Before that she bounced from foster family to foster family. At the age of 14 she arrived at St. Mary’s where they deemed her a “Troubled Youth” after she stabbed a foster father for getting too fresh. It was not the first time she’d been tossed in a fight.

She learned at a young age you have to throw the first punch or get beat down. She was constantly getting into trouble for fighting and quickly turned to her quiet nature.
She was fifteen when the orphanage was struck by a suicide bomb. Someone believed that a state funded orphanage wasn’t worth tax payer’s hard earned money. Later it was learned that the bomber was a lone anarchist unaffiliated with the Rebels.

Raven was the only survivor. It took her three days to dig herself out of the rubble. She lived on her own for about six weeks, dumpster diving and stealing what she needed to survive. Then she picked the wrong pocket.

His name was Ashley Crawl. An old ex-con who’s closest friend was his vintage V Twin Indian Motorcycle. he never did make it clear how he obtained his bike. A biker in spirit Ash was the only real family Raven had ever had. He taught her to curb her anger toward more useful things. Under his tutelage she learned the finer details of auto mechanics.

When she was twenty on a scavenging outing they where attacked by a man armed with a snub nose 357 pistol. Ash was killed in the assault but was able to disarm their attacker. When the man turned on Raven he pulled a butterfly knife. Shortly into the struggle he found himself impaled upon the blade. Fearing the implications she took the knife and gun then fled with Ash’s bike.

With nowhere to go in a world where a loaf of bread cost more than a cops yearly salary Raven decided to track down the Chain Gang. A group of former convicts who had ether been released or escaped from prizon. Like other gangs they had their colors. A simple red belt with a buckle engraved with a broken chain. Ash’s bike was like his signature and gained her entrance to the small but notable biker gang to which Ash had been loosely attached.

Acting as a second family they taught her how to use her butterfly knife and she learned of her love for bladed weapons. She also learned a few things about alcoholism and firearms.

The Chain Gang where known as a group of hard ass bikers who's time spent in incarceration had reformed a few of them. Their leader, a man named Tom Wolfe laid down a strict set of rules. Their numbers so few they couldn't afford to posture around like the other gangs.

They scavenged like the rest of the population and preferred to trade for goods rather than steal and kill for them. People who where unaffiliated with gangs didn't need any more trouble than they already had. Some even looked forward to the times the gang would pass threw their territory. Most of them where mechanics and offered their services in exchange for what they could get. Fuel and food where usually exchanged for repairing a vehicle or two. With Tom at the helm the Chain Gang made alliances with almost anyone they came across. All in all they where a pretty decent group of men and women... for bikers.

The Chain Gang's motto was "If there nice to you then good, if their pricks, fuck em."
Despite their peaceful nature to those who had it just as hard they had no issues shooting first and asking questions later when they ran into another gang or cops. Raven put their teachings to good use after the first month where she was forced to kill three cops for trying to rape her.

She rode with them for five years before she became the only survivor of an police raid. The Peacekeepers viewed gangs as just any other group of rebels. They exterminated the Chain Gang without a second thought. She had been passed out in an abandoned church when they attacked. It had been a miracle they thought her dead after the massacre. That night she put down the bottle and vowed revenge on Ash’s brothers.

The last member of the Chain Gang she rode alone, always searching for a way to avenge her family. She joined the rebels three years ago and believes that if the Peacekeepers can be stopped that one day the country can regain some part of it’s former glory.

Other: She smokes. Sharpens her knives and casts her own ammo in her down time and sleeps on her bike. It's the only way to ensure it doesn't get stolen.
Quotes:

"Touch the fucking bike and I'll stab you in the goddamn face."

"Hands off dick head."

"What? He stopped bleeding."