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Raven Shadow
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Evolution Form: Raven Shadow
   Race: Witch

   

• Childhood: My coven took pleasure from terrorising every one. It was my mother's speciality, as far as I can remember she always did all she could to make me hate everything just like she does. To do that she was incredibly violent, not towards me, but towards everyone else, she showed me all the sacrifice rituals, horrifications process (a spell that can make you look like things so horrible it would paralyze anyone who sees it), and bones and blood magic, that consists in enlarging your power by drinking human blood, or wearing human bones (yes, just like a necklace), and just so you know, children bones are the more efficient. She also showed me how to instrumentalize animals, how use blades I had hours and hours of lessons of how, when you use only dark magic, they are drawbacks like not being able to cross a steam, or being more sensitive to salt or silver. And of course, hours of learning old languages.

But the more efforts my mother gathered to make me like all that stuff, the more i was disgusted. I have no idea how it is possible but she never succeded in my education. All the odds were for me to turn like her. A child's brain is empty, you can put whatever you want inside it. Well she couldn't put anything inside mine except the certitude that what she was doing was terribly wrong. I had no envy of reading the future thanks to a childs' blood, nore to wear his bones as a necklace no matter how much power it could give me. The only things I didn't mind learning were fighting, history of great witches and wizards, and magic with harmless objects like communication with mirrors. I think all those things had impact on me, just not the ones my mother expected.

When I was about fourteen, I started being rebellious. I didn't want to do the sickening exercises my mother wanted me to do, I wanted her to stop, I wanted to leave. My mother came back to me later apologizing, it was the first time she ever did it, she explained that she understood she was asking too much of me and, to make peace she bought me a dog. I should have seen the trap coming, but I was still silly enough not to see it. She waited for me to have a strong enough link with the dog and then she took him as a hostage every time I didn't want to do something. She would hit him, brutalize him until I accept to do whatever she wanted to. Every single time she wanted something she got it. It was driving me crazy, and I promised myself to never again accept anything from her. One night I went out to let my dog in front of an animal shelter, where, with no doubt, he would be safer than with me, it was heartbreaking, but it was my only choice.
After then I did all the things my mother wanted me to do, I was the more obedient person you could ever see. But truly I was just waiting for an occasion to go the hell out of this place.

I had a friend once. I was sixteen, I was out with two of my aunts, they were in an old building trading some stuff with a vampire or another demon, i was waiting outside. A boy came towards me, asking fore fire to light his cigarette, it made me laugh, because, I had never actually seen a lighter, we don't need any. He didn't understand why I was laughing, but he laughed too, and finally we sat and talked. It was the first human with whom I had a conversation that lasted more than 10 minutes. He was nice to me and that was really something I needed. Suddenly I heard my aunts coming down, and I flew away so they wouldn't see me with him. I was never supposed to see him again but, it happened, one day that I was buying books, I saw him. He was in the same shope, just as if it was destiny. We talked a long time, and we decided to meet again. I saw him often after that, I didn't have a phone but we would meet everytime in the same place, the same day, the day I was sent out to go shopping. Being with him was a relief, a way to escape.
But one day he didn't come, nore the week after. I didn't understand but I continue to come every week, maybe he was away for a time. And three weeks after he came back, with half of the face burnt, he said it was an accident, he wasn't remembering any of it though. I was sure it was my mother: she knew, and she wanted me to know. He was the reason why I decided to leave. And it was my mother's fault, her cruelty had led me to this. I was leaving my only friend because of what she had done to him, and what she could do again. It was a warning, she wanted me to stay away from humans. I could stay away from my friend for his safety, but stay with her and the coven forever would drive me mad. I didn't even want to govern anyway.
I went away at night, discreet like a cat. I took all the things I had, which wasn't much. I was affraid, so affraid, but never have I ever been that excited. Anything could happen, my mother could throw an army after me, I could get kill, hurt, I didn't even know where to go, but I didn't care. Because at last, I was free.

• Family: My parents are witches, like all my family. Unfortunately they are all aweful  and pernicious people, with my mother as chief, and she was the worst of all of them. There are a lot of different coven of witches, usually it gathers families, mine was quite important, we were almost thirty with the family members abroad. Some covens could unite and become bigger and mightier, it happened decades ago for my family, and when my mother became the chief after my grandmother's death, the coven was one of the biggest in London. In my coven, women are more important, and usually way more powerful than men, which is why my mother is the chief and not my father. Men are usually weaker and lower in the scale of importance of the coven. The Shadow coven was formed in the late 19th century, and they don't want anything to do with others covens, they just to be left alone, and to be free to practice their bones and blood magic, that's the particularity of the coven, it's an od kind of dark magic, there are not many witches that still use it.
Practicing this kind of old magic gives privileges, especially for the main line, my line, the line of the chief of the coven. When an heir is born he is given a gift, a special gift and his name is given to match that gift. The  ritual to know the gift is absolutly insane, just like so many other traditions, and consists in approaching the new-born as closer as possible to a fire while whispering an incantation, than, in the smoke will appear the gift. When they did it to me the smoke shaped into a raven. That's where my name comes from, and to be honest I don't like it. If only it was the ony thing I disliked about my family.

• Actual life: After leaving my mother, I travelled a lot, I went to France, Germany, Italy, Croatia, I was always on the move, my mother was out there, looking for me, and she could'nt find me. As I was in Transylvania I found a school, a special school for people just like me, I stayed one year, but then I was noticed by birds my mother sent. It was time to go. So I went further, in Russia and in Turkmenistan. But then I decided to go back. My mother would expect me to go east. I decided to go back to England, she would never expect me to go back. I went first in Manchester where I found a job as a waitress. After seven month I decided to move again. I was tired of being alone, and my destination was Scotland.


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• First: Important knowledge of magic of bones and blood, old languages.
Using most natural powers, magic based on the element, but I need to improve.

   • Second: I can turn into a crow
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