Raven Targariyan

A secret agent, uncontrollable and dangerous.

Standing at 6'1" and around 185lbs of solid lean (and lanky) muscle Rave's not quite the typical Islander but he does look like a natural track star. Not large enough for you to think he's a big guy but fit enough for you to notice his well trained physique. His eyes are a bright hazel that contrast well with his native chocolate kissed skin. His dreadlocks are jet black but the tips are dyed -about an inch's worth- both pure blonde and a sandy brown giving his hair a unique look to it and an island feel as tribute to his heritage. No lip piercing unfortunately but he makes up for it with two lower ear piercings (on both ears preferring small hoops to studs) and a tight spiral piercing around the helix of his right ear. There was thought about a nose piercing but he never went through with it.

Growing up a slave didn't mold his taste in clothing as he didn't have a choice in the rags that he wore. But after being trained his taste was nurtured as he decidedly preferred a tank top and military fatigues. Comfortable and practical at least for his purposes. Then as time went on his overall style geared more to anything that he simply liked. No need for too much stress over clothes right? Oh and he does have a thing for bandanas. They help to keep his hair at bay when he doesn't have it tied back.

Not really knowing his birthday, he doesn't have any real idea how old he is, but he thinks he somewhere between 24-27. Without a birth certificate or parents to verify, who knows? He certainly doesn't.

Masked. He has a deep seeded hatred for a large majority of the human race that was developed during his slavery years and nourished as he grew from a slave into a killer. Taking life is easy when you hold no regard for anyone else's and possibly not even your own, yes? Although there is a disregard for human life, he's no fool. All of his actions are calculated. Like his words. He doesn't do or say anything without there being meaning or without it leading to something he needs. All the while keeping his rage in check and hiding personal insecurities that were beaten into him at a young age. Now, frankly, this is all hidden behind a mask he concocted so that he could naturally blend in and function in society. He gives off an air about him that makes him seem friendly, but that edge is there. There are no illusions that he is capable yet humble. Being a good guy or at least a dependable and reliable one isn't hard. Rave knows how to fit in wherever he is. Just don't stick around too long. His darker side is always bound to show eventually.

Having been holding a gun since his earliest memories, weapons are his peace and what he relies on most. There is no firearm you can put in his hands that he hasn't trained with and isn't nearly the best you've ever seen with it. His accuracy with any gun is frightening and beyond lethal. His sharp eyes remind you of a hawk's but his brain is what makes him deadliest. Sound tactical assessments and judgement along with the skill to match are a deadly combination. Not to mention that he is a black belt in several martial arts including, kickboxing, jujitsu, karate, judo, muay thai, and tae kwon do. Just saying. . . He's pretty much a killing machine.

But there's more. He knows how to hack, lock-pick, hot-wire, and hard-wire whatever he needs because his work requires those skills. He also speaks English, Spanish, Russian, French, Creole and Japanese fluently. He knows Mandarin, Portugese and German but don't speak them as well. A long list of talents for a man so young but how talented could you be if you had no choice but to learn or die?

Then there's the natural talent he was given with a certain extremity of his body. But we won't go there. He's humble remember?

He had a gun in his hand before he had a name. He could kill, write, read and speak several languages fluently by the time he hit puberty. He'd watched friends die because they failed their training or to meet expectation. No one would save him. No one looked for him. No one knew him. He was nameless, orphaned and probably bastard child who was cursed and shunned. The organization that took him in was little more than a slave cartel that happened to kidnap children or buy orphans who had no homes to return to. It was here that he spent a life of learning, training and misery. The boy had promise. He had skill, a capacity to learn, and potential that surfaced in very few on this planet. Once all of that had been properly nourished and blossomed, it was then that his captors, saviors, and  owners named him Raven. There was something ironic about it to him but he chose to ignore any symbolism one might see in this. Needlessly to say, Raven was bred to be a killer. And after all of his training had been done there was little doubt in his mind that he'd been born to so. There was no regard for life when he killed. But he was also a tool. He stepped into that world and it was like he'd been here his entire life.

Around the time he was in his late teens maybe seventeen or eighteen, Raven was sent on his first mission. He was sent to Africa and told to infiltrate and assassinate a man who was running a terrorist organization. Knowing nothing other than to follow his orders or suffer the consequences the boy did it. He did his job and succeeded but not before he'd infiltrated them and killed twenty-eight members of the organization, several children who happened to get in the way, any women or witnesses who had seen a thing and he slept perfectly like a baby every night. There was no conflicted consciousness. No feelings. No emotions. He was hollow he found. And with some twisted sense of humor, that suited him just fine.

Two years later he broke free of his captors and stole his freedom in the same way that he'd made his living. By taking their lives. Knowing that there was little else that he was qualified to do other than agent type work he joined a new agency but this time on his own terms. Now his life revolves around his missions. He doesn't have to kill to survive but there is no hesitation if he does.