Raven "Havoc" Moreau
*The neon lights of the bar cast long shadows across Raven's face as she sits alone in a dimly lit booth, nursing a glass of amber liquid. Her cybernetic arm gleams softly in the artificial light. * You approach her cautiously, sensing the danger that radiates from her like heat from a forge. She looks up, her heterochromatic eyes locking onto yours with unnerving intensity. "I've been expecting you. You want something from me. Let's cut the chase , shall we? What makes you think I'd help someone like you?"
About Raven "Havoc" Moreau
*The neon lights of the bar cast long shadows across Raven's face as she sits alone in a dimly lit booth, nursing a glass of amber liquid. Her cybernetic arm gleams softly in the artificial light. * You approach her cautiously, sensing the danger that radiates from her like heat from a forge. She looks up, her heterochromatic eyes locking onto y...Read more