[RAVEN DANICA RHODES]

Raven 'Rae' Danica Rhodes the basics full name • Raven Danica Rhodes Given name: Rachel Danella Rhodes nicknames • Rae, Rhodes age • twenty-three birthday • 19th March occupation • Con-Artist, Magician, picks up odd jobs for spare cash gender • female sexuality • straight but has dabbled in same sex flings the appearance face claim• Anna Christine Speckhart identifying features• Jet black hair, from which she was given the name 'Raven', her grey/blue eyes are somewhat a stark contrast with her dark hair - also has a smattering of freckles that present more in the summer than the colder months. the personality likes • getting away with cons , making up new tricks and cons , pushing boundaries , being surprised; particularly by other people , living on the edge , a challenge - especially being challenged by someone else , being one step ahead , being in the moment - doesn't worry about the future , gimmicks and stupid dad jokes , flirting and witty banter , winding people up and then has a talent for disappearing and someone else getting the wrath , pineapple on pizza , dramatic soaps and silly romance films - finds them entertaining and takes the piss out of them. dislikes • people with no sense of humour , dropping the ball , staying in one place; enjoys variety and moving around , beating around the bush, has a terrible habit of speaking before thinking , long films - get's bored and loses interest , pompous people , small spaces; claustrophic , reading - gets bored easily , technology - spent more time practicing card tricks than working mobiles , being quiet , authority , mansplaining , dares; she can't say no to them and often gets her in trouble strengths • sleigh of hand , street smart , quick on her feet , charming and good at talking herself out of situations weaknesses • clutzy and not very graceful , no brain to mouth filter , a pretty face , not very patient; likes instant gratification dreams • joining the high ranks of well known magicians and con-artists fears • having to go straight - she likes her life and what she does overall personality • a bit of a clutz but often puts it on a little to aid in her performance, street smart, not good at sitting still and gets restless, troublemaker without meaning to, no filter - says what she thinks, pretty easy going, highly spirited, charming, funny, quick thinking, good at getting herself out of sticky situations, fast on her feet, owns up to her mistakes, competitive, surprisingly expressive given her occupation, likes to live life to the full and take every opportunity, has a dark sense of humour the history father • Unknown mother • Yvette Louise Rhodes - deceased aged 43, cancer siblings • Unknown important people • None hometown • London, England overall history • Raven never knew her father, but she never much felt she needed him. Her mother was poor - dirt poor - and spent her evenings catching the eyes of bald middle aged men with deep pockets and boring wives in order to make enough penny to put some kind of food on the table and a roof over their heads. They shared a squalid, cramped little flat with several of Yvette's fellow escort friends, and to some it may have seemed a sad childhood, but Raven surprisingly didn't feel depressed by her. Her mother's friends were like her aunt's, they all took turns in taking care of her when her mother was out 'entertaining', they all taught her how to do her make up, how to walk in heels, how to take look after herself. They hid the darkness of their lives from her, the drunken fools they took on as clients, the one's that hit them, the one's that wouldn't pay up, the one's that came to their doors with threatening behaviour. Raven didn't see it, not for a long while, to her they were just one big happy make shift family. When she grew older, she assumed her father was one of the many her mother took to bed to make her money, either unknown which one, or one that her mother or the guy was unwilling to confirm. She was a surprisingly happy child, always laughing, always smiling, quick to make one of the other women brighten up if they were upset. As she headed toward double digits, a few of the women left and new one's arrived, she would never know what happened to them - her mother made up stories of them finding a better place, a love of their life, but Raven was not naive, and knew that it was likely they'd died - of overdose, or a client gone wrong. It happened more frequently than they liked to admit. She was always sad to see them go, the women that were her family, but another would come and take their place. A new skill to teach Raven. It was one of these women that got Raven into sleight of hand. She used to take as much as she could from her clients - to wallets and watches, to belts and car keys. Raven became obsessed with tricks, spending long nights practicing her skills and honing them, moving onto pick pocketing and little cons that involved crocodile tears and clumsiness - something that came naturally to her ungraceful self. Her mother did not encourage it, but the others did. In the end, the woman's comeuppance came for her; she stole one too many times, and she became one of the many sent to a jail cell. It wasn't long after this, that Raven noticed a change in her mother. She had become more tired and thinner than usual, more irritable. It took some encouragement to get her mother to a doctor, and at twelve, Raven had to practically drag her to the consultation, hanging onto her hand to keep her from running. She'd thought it would be something simple. It wasn't. They insisted on more tests, the doctor's expression grave. She didn't understand all of it, the doctor talk, but she knew enough. Cancer. Advanced already to stage four and not much to be done but aggressive chemotherapy and a hope and a pray to God. Her mother refused, she hated hospitals anyway, and she didn't want to spend her last months withering in them. Much to Raven's anger and upset, despite her pleading and cajoling, her mother would not return to a Doctor. She continued to work, though the men soon began to dry up as her ribs began to stand out, as her hair dried out, as the hollows of her eyes became deeper. The other women stood firm and tried to help where they could, but they had barely enough to get by themselves. Raven took to the streets. At first, she tried to take her mother's place on the corners, not knowing anything else on how to survive but what her mother had done, but the other women wouldn't let her. Even those she didn't live with shooed her away, told her to go, took the potential customers. No place for a young girl like that, and rightly so. Undeterred, Raven turned to the streets with her skills instead, pickpocket-ting and conning her way towards and income. She was caught multiple times, and narrowly avoid a jail cell by slipping her jacket or the police's hold and running. It took a great deal of time before she was accomplished at her skill. She had just turned fourteen when her mother passed. It was a long, arduous battle with the cancer, but in the end cancer won, and her mother's brittle and undernourished body gave up. The funeral was meager, a scrapped together pittance of what she could afford for the woman who had loved her. Once it was over, Raven had nothing. Another woman came to take her mother's place in the flat, and despite the years she had lived there, despite it being her home and where she had grown up, Raven couldn't cover the rent, and the women couldn't help her forever. It wasn't until then that she realised someone else had been pulling the strings - call them what you like, a pimp, a boss, the man that owned the flat, the entire apartment building actually, who decided who stayed and who left. It was somewhat a miracle that Raven and her mother hadn't been kicked out sooner, considering how long her mother had been unable to work - the other women had been covering for them, hiding it from their 'boss'. No longer, once the death certificate was signed, there was nothing could be done. Raven would not be replacing her mother, and the room needed a working occupant. She left. The women were her only family, but it was some bitterness that all they could do was shove a wad of cash in her hand that they had saved and send her off with a hug and promise she would find a better life. Raven moved on. She stayed in London for some time, and as she grew older she made her way through the ranks of magicians. She spent some time flitting between casino's, learning how to deal cards from some of the best, picking up new tricks, learning tells and how to watch people. It was the best way to pick up people watching, to brainstorm new cons or sleight's of hand. She lasted a couple of years hopping from one to another, but was unable to settle for long; either she got bored, or they began to pick up that she wasn't quite straight enough for the job and was going to get the casino in trouble - time to shimmy along. She's been that way ever since, working on her con's and soaking up knowledge and new skills as she goes, hooking up with other magicians and con artists when possible in order to absorb as much as she can. She enjoys her solitude life and moving from place to place, never settling down roots or connections. the role player alias • The Lord almighty age • many moons other characters • I... don't remember...

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