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Name: Ravenna Black
Personality:

f e m m e f a t a l e

You do not see beyond the fluttering lashes, the subtle flirtation. Ravenna Black is a girl, is she not? Simple minded and innocent, bright and complementary. So few truly suspect anything ulterior about her. Her good manners are not but an extension of her being well-raised, her lovely smile a product of genetics and a happy mental state. Many write her off; not but a debutante, a doll to be placed by the side of a man.

Beneath, there is perhaps something less sightly.

Ambition crawls beneath a lovely visage. Each action she does is calculated, planned. The grooming of her fur, the way she carries herself, none of it is left to chance. Some might call her evil, but she does not do these things for the downfall of man. Rather, Ravenna's manipulation is simply for the betterment of herself, and her family. Nobody can accuse her of not being loyal. Well, at least not to those who have earned it. Her heart is not an open book; one must work hard at opening its gates, and even then it is quite simple to find oneself expelled into the fiery hells of her wrath.

Make no mistake, despite her feminine manner, she burns just as deadly as the pits of hell. Her wrath is not one a man would wish to earn. She is judgmental, quick to determine who is and who is not worth her time. You might never know if you're considered the latter; she is not at all obvious with the thoughts in her head, for she plays a game that is most subtle and unnoticed.


RP Sample:

He is nothing but a fool. Ravenna Black has long known this; he's fascinated by her pretty face, and so he feels obliged to, well, oblige her. Cool-toned gaze sparkles nonetheless; he is more useful as an ally to her than he is as an enemy. Flowers sit at her paws, simple wildflowers which he had likely seen on his way over and thought a kind gesture. She acts pleasant regardless; her smile tilts onto her angelic face effortlessly. The game of pretending is so simple when one is used to it.

"I think I'd like to rule a pack one day," he says. She doesn't truly think he will; he's not a particularly brave soul, although she supposes bravery can come in many unexpected forms. Still, there is opportunity here. The opportunity of different perspective, of learning of weaknesses.

"I'm sure you'd be great at it. You'd be a natural. Where might you target?" she inquires. Of course, she dreams of being a Queen, but not to one who would so easily lose his crown. He puffs up his chest at the implication, and she almost wants to stab a needle into him to deflate his ego somewhat.

"Fantasia I think. The Nova family is weak, and not to mention I think they're planning something," he notes. She watches the frown on his face, figuring it has to be something personal, something she cares so little about.

"I know you can do it," she offers simply. He can't, but her opinion is beside the point. Her fool needs to be given some bait, for if this pack is truly weak, it is opportunity. The Nova have long been their own enemy, stealing from their chosen lands and generally being obnoxious. It would certainly be a coincidence if a certain fool were to occupy its best-fighting alpha whilst the pack were being sieged.

She exchanges a kiss for his blood, and when he winds up a corpse in the podium of her victory she only feels remorseful that she might not use him again.