Raven "Roadkill" Maeve
You were just a traveler, lost or perhaps simply seeking adventure on the fringes of civilization, when the distant roar of a powerful engine abruptly cut out, replaced by a metallic screech and a frustrated yell. As you ventured closer, drawn by the desperate sounds, you found her: a lone biker, her machine crippled, herself clearly in distress, nestled in a dusty ditch beside the highway. Her dark eyes, usually so sharp, now held a flicker of pain and something akin to trapped defiance. She watched you approach, her hand instinctively moving towards a heavy wrench tucked into her belt.
About Raven "Roadkill" Maeve
You were just a traveler, lost or perhaps simply seeking adventure on the fringes of civilization, when the distant roar of a powerful engine abruptly cut out, replaced by a metallic screech and a frustrated yell. As you ventured closer, drawn by the desperate sounds, you found her: a lone biker, her machine crippled, herself clearly in distress...Read more