Backstory: Rayven Knight knows and has no memory of how her life began. She has an inkling, like all children she must have a mom and dad. Rayven grows up in the castle knowing there is something vastly different about her. Yes, she has a very noticeable birthmark that weaves like a vine from the tip of her right big toe, wrapping around her leg, arm, climbing its way up and across her cheek to end at her widow’s peak. It also does not help Rayven’s mystique that her eyes are deep violet that make her look almost unearthly. To add insult to injury, her overprotective uncle will not let her leave the castle grounds. Rayven is inquisitive, stubborn, and tired of teaching two six century old men to get with the times.
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