Full Name: Rayne Anderson
CP Name: Omen of Death
Age: 20
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: human
Race: white
Language(s): English
DOB: April 21, 2000

••Characteristics:••
Positive Traits: clean, adaptable, curious, loyal
Negative Traits: tempered, nosy, brat, stubborn

••Health••
Physical Disorders: n/a
Mental Disorders: Bipolar Disorder
Physical Health: small and skinny
Mental Health: okay, but not the best
Drink: n/a
Smoke: n/a
Drugs: n/a

••Appearance••
Body Shape: tall beanpole. (5'7")
Hair color: black
Hair type: long, stops at her hips
Eye color: Grey-ish silver
Skin tone: not super pale, but pretty pale
Tattoos:

On the upper right hand side of her back.

Piercings: n/a
Facial features: two eyes, a nose and a thin mouth. Freckles all over her face.
Scars: under her eye
Cuts: n/a

••Skills••
Fighting Style: N/A
Weapon:

Talents: can sing and whistle beautifully
Strength: 6/10
Weaknesses: Not very fast, gets tired easily

••Backstory••
Rayne grew up in a tough neighborhood. Her mom was never in the picture, leaving her and her dad.

Growing up, Rayne had a freakish relationship with birds. All birds, ranging from Robins to Macaws. She preferred being with birds over people. Birds were all she was focused on.

She had grown accustomed to a raven that would come to her back yard. Being inside would cause her moods to shift drastically.

While inside one day, she and her dad got into it, yelling and screaming. It was unsure who threw the first punch, but soon they both were on the ground, beating, kicking and punching.

She eventually knocked her dad out and went to his room, taking the swords. She dragged them out and before she knew it, she stabbed him multiple times. She didn't stop until his corpse was in two.

Grabbing her claws, she clawed him across the face. She knew better than to stay, so she ran away. Far.

And on her way into the woods, she saw her raven.

The raven stood on the branch. There was a man, she pulled out a sword, attacking the man brutally. Again, his corpse was in two.

The raven flew to her, landing on her shoulder. It was practically her pet now. That's when she referred to herself as the Omen of Death.

••Faceclaim••
ANIMATED/ANIME/ART/DRAWING