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x-:My character- Ra'ven Berlioz: Ra'ven is a very peculiar character, he's shrouded in mystery. Never letting someone get close. Ra keeps to himself most of the time, always business. He's a Supplier, from what he will tell people. He supplies goods like other Gunrunners. He supplies ammo, weapons, general production supplies. He's much like Q from James Bond, so to speak. Some would ask if he is actually Human, from the way he would materialize from smoke or like shattered glass reforming. He's not much of a human anymore. From some books he's a Constantine, it's not a race but a society of individuals that handle politics of both planes (Heaven and Hell). Ra wears a suit for etiquette purposes, usually just to be formal and give off his formal appearance. Ra'ven studied in his years The art of combat, different fighting styles and weapons. In a Magical sort of Essence, he studied Shadow magic, becoming recently a shadowmancer. Which is a user that bends shadows to his will and time or energy, such as force. Ra rarely uses his magic, trying to keep with the Human facade, he'd call it. His appearence doesn't change too often. He wears a Black pin stripe suit with a dark red tie, Dark red Vest, and black button shirt. His hair is relatively short, spiked fauxhawk. Often having glasses over his emerald eyes. He wears black leather gloves, for handling most of his work. (May add more later.)-x

+:The Bleak and Shadowed: I...I am the Shadow..that follows behind softly watching, wondering .. "What could I possibly to render you inactive in this matter" You tip toe cautiously through my mind with quaint little feet unwary of what truly is behind each of the curtains. Lost among the stars, drifting aimless touching the soft loft of clouds upon the slender fingers of your cute hands. each colored with that soft pinkish hue of your flesh. Oh how I desire to feel you against me with each waking moment, as I lie there with out you but a breath and faint beat of heart. Waiting..always waiting.. The clock ticks with each second passing as I loom over it trying to hold back each hand as I see you, feel you...and even hear you. One day..one day I can have what I wish..one day things will be complete upon this puzzle...One day. Tell me your bittersweet Lullaby, your love I feel against that beating in your chest. The cold feel of your embrace against my lungs in this Winter's Dream. Feed me the Lust and desires your heart feels. Starve me of the Hate of others and the temptation that taunt our thoughts. Kill me for if I ever stop Loving. Take this with me to my Wings take flight among those that wish to take off.+

+there's a war going on for your mind media mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads infecting victims with silicone shrapnel worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers now it's raining pornography lovers take shelter post-production debutantes pursue you in nascar chariots they construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into holy water supplies there's a war going on for your mind industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crackheads they flash logos and blast ghettos their embroidered neckties say "stop snitchin'" conscious rappers and whistleblowers get stitches made of acupuncture needles and marionette strings there is a war going on for your mind professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them the desert sky is their bluescreen they superimpose explosions they shout at you "pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain nor the craters beneath the draped flags those hoods are there for your protection and meteors these days are the size of corpses there's a war going on for your mind we are the insurgents+