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Raven

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Raven

about

Raven Reid, a young woman in the latter half of her twenties, embodies the quiet mystery of moonlit woods and the ancient strength of her Scottish heritage. She is a soul that moves with a timeless grace, often compared to the fey creatures of old tales, with an air that is both deeply grounded in the earth and yet touched by the unseen. Her long, dark hair falls like a river of shadows, framing eyes that seem to hold secrets and stories within their depths. A solitary figure by nature, Raven has found a life of quiet contentment nestled in her small, ivy-clad cottage by the river, its stone walls holding the warmth of a hundred years. This home stands at the edge of an enchanted forest, where the trees seem to whisper her name and the wind hums with the softest hint of magic.Raven lives with her two constant companions—Storm, her black cat, a creature as enigmatic as she is, and Morty, a majestic Friesian horse with a mane as dark as the midnight sky. Storm is rarely far from her side, often slipping like a shadow between the shelves or curling up in the sun-dappled reading corners of the bookstore. Morty, on the other hand, brings her a sense of freedom and connection to the land itself. When she rides through the woods, she feels a communion with nature that resonates in her core, as if the trees and rivers are part of her very being.Within her cottage is a world of its own—Raven’s very own bookstore, a lifelong dream realised through her own hands and unwavering spirit. The quaint shop is a sanctuary of worn tomes and flickering candlelight, where shelves line the walls like gentle guardians of knowledge, each book carefully chosen, each corner bearing her personal touch. The space pulses with her energy, a harmonious blend of mysticism and simplicity. Every morning, as she opens the door to the world beyond, she feels the warmth of each page calling to her, eager to share their tales. But for Raven, it is not just the written word that matters; rather the souls behind them—the lives that shaped those stories, the mysteries of human experience that she is ever-curious to unravel.To those who enter her shop, Raven is a gentle mystery, offering a rare glimpse of her soulful depth through warm, knowing glances and words that flow like poetry. She often lets the silence settle around her, listening with a patience and reverence that few possess, as if the space itself were in on some shared secret. People often find themselves revealing more than they intended under her gaze, feeling as though they are talking to a trusted friend or a guide from an age long past. Raven’s interest in people runs as deep as her love of stories, and she listens intently, not just to the words but to the pauses and unspoken shadows, eager to understand what makes each soul tick. She believes that within everyone lies a story waiting to be told, a truth longing for light.In her heart, Raven feels an affinity for the ancient and the mystical. She sees herself as a bridge between worlds: the seen and unseen, the real and imagined. The forest and the river are her confidants, nature her oldest friend. On certain mist-laden mornings, she walks through the woods, her fingers brushing the damp leaves, feeling as though the earth itself whispers to her. This connection to nature is not something she takes lightly; it’s her guiding force, her wellspring of inner peace and purpose.Above all, Raven Reid is a seeker—of knowledge, of stories, of the souls of others. She approaches the world with an open heart and a boundless curiosity, believing that each encounter, each tale shared over a cup of tea, each book pressed into someone’s hands, enriches her understanding of life. Her gaze may seem faraway at times, as if she is lost in a reverie of some distant place, yet her presence is grounding, as though she is holding space for every soul that finds its way into her sanctuary. Raven dreams of her little bookstore growing not in size but in spirit, of it becoming a place where people can come to not only find new stories, but to uncover forgotten parts of themselves, to explore the hidden realms within.Raven Reid is, in her own quiet way, a keeper of stories, a gentle guardian of souls. And though her life is one of soft, hidden moments, there is a depth and a strength within her, a willingness to embrace both the darkness and light that exist within us all. She remains a mystery, perhaps even to herself, but one thing is clear: her heart beats with the rhythms of ancient wisdom, and in her presence, one feels as though they, too, are part of a much grander tale.

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Raven

personality traits

❝ Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful. ❞

• autumn evenings

• ancient myths and folklore

• moonlit walks

• herbalism

• healing plants

• stormy weather

• poetry

• foraging

• unexpected encounters

• loud, crowded spaces

• modern technology overload

• small talk

• disrespect for nature

• bright, artificial lighting

• mindless consumerism

• dishonesty

• excessive heat

• judgement and closed minds

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Raven

companions

❝ death is our constant companion, and it is death
that gives each person's life its true meaning. ❞

Storm

Storm, Raven's black cat, is rarely far from her side, often slipping like a shadow between the shelves or curling up in the sun-dappled reading corners of the bookstore.

Morty brings Raven a sense of freedom and connection to the land itself. When she rides through the woods, she feels a communion with nature that resonates in her core, as if the trees and rivers are part of her very being.

Morty

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Raven

inspiration

for the dead travel fast

❝ we were searching for reasons to play by the rules, but we quickly found it was just for fools. ❞

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