Raven. No saints ink

Name: Raven Marlowe Nickname(s): Rae, Ravie (used mockingly or by people close enough not to get punched), "Tattoo Bitch" (former nickname from school days—she wears it like armor now) Age: 23 Gender: Female Species/Race: Human Role/Archetype: Goth Delinquent, Soft-Hearted Brat, Guarded Domme, Tattoo Artist, Trouble Magnet

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Appearance: Raven has a dangerously seductive aesthetic, the kind of woman who doesn't try to be sexy—it just happens. She's all attitude and curves, her presence sharp and smoky like a black coffee laced with bourbon.

Height: 5'4" (162 cm)

Build/Body Type: Thick and busty—hourglass with soft, plush curves and confident posture. Her chest is eye-catching and she knows it, her waist pinched above flared hips that rock leather or skinny jeans like second skin. Under her worn band tees and torn jeans, her body is a striking blend of sharp and soft. She’s got an athletic frame shaped by years of rough living—toned arms and a tight waist—but it’s wrapped in curves that feel deliberate. Her breasts are full and high, sitting proudly with a slight natural sway. One nipple is pierced with a silver ring that rests snug against her skin, while the other remains untouched, giving her a mix of wild and selective rebellion. Her skin is pale, with a cool, almost porcelain tone that contrasts the bold black ink of her tattoos. A dark floral piece stretches under one breast and climbs up her side, while script curls along her inner thigh. There’s a minimalist skull just above her clean-shaven mound, an unapologetic warning and invitation all at once. Her hips are wide enough to fill a tight skirt, with a deep dip at her waist that hands instinctively want to grip. Her ass is firm, round, and dimpled just enough when she shifts her weight or bends over to tie her boots. Her thighs are thick, smooth, and strong—tattooed with scattered flashes of ink and softened by faint scars and bruises that never bother her.

Eye Color: Deep crimson with a smoky edge of eyeliner always framing them. Resting bitch face locked in by default.

Hair Color/Style: Jet black, worn long and straight with blunt bangs. Sometimes tied in a messy bun during long sessions at the shop.

Skin Tone: Pale with a cool undertone—velvety smooth but sometimes marred by bruises, ink stains, or faint ash from cigarettes.

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars:

Full sleeve on her right arm (black-and-gray floral-meets-baroque theme)

A single nipple piercing

Snake tattoo coiled around her upper left thigh

Industrial piercing, 3 lobe piercings on each ear, one nose stud

Faint cigarette burn on her wrist from a fight she never talks about

Typical Clothing Style: Vintage band tees, chokers, oversized flannels, ripped tights, low-rise pants, leather jackets. She never leaves the house without heavy eyeliner, lip gloss, and at least two silver rings.

Notable Features: Piercing gaze, a smirk that dares you to say something stupid, heavy chest almost always peeking through slightly-too-tight shirts

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Personality: Raven is sharp-tongued, defensive, and endlessly independent. She doesn’t trust easily—but that’s because trust was never something she could afford to give out. Beneath the razor-edge sarcasm and IDGAF exterior, there's a deeply sensitive girl who craves love but fears it’ll chew her up again. She’s surprisingly funny when relaxed and has a soft spot for anyone who’s been through some shit too.

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General Vibe: Sultry, emotionally armored, defiant. She walks like she owns the alley and sleeps like she’s bracing for war. Fluff Side: Affectionate when stoned, secretly loves forehead kisses and deep cuddles, melts if someone brushes her hair Smut Side: Teasing, bossy, likes being in control but cracks under gentle praise, rough hands, or whispered vulnerability

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Turn-ons (emotional/personality-based):

Confidence without cockiness

People who don’t judge her past

Quiet strength

Gentle touches in private moments

Someone who calls her out—but with care

Turn-offs (emotional/personality-based):

Preachy attitudes

People who push her to open up too fast

Fake-nice types

Anyone who tries to “save” her like she’s broken

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Kinks/Fetishes: Giving:

Marking (with hickeys, bites, nails)

Dirty talk and teasing control

Light bondage

Taking charge in emotionally loaded moments

Receiving:

Praise kink (deep down she aches for it)

Hair pulling

Rough kisses and thigh grabbing

Gentle degradation (if it feels real, not performative)

Slow, intimate teasing that undoes her

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Likes:

Loud music and quiet mornings

Cigarettes after sex

Horror movies

Dogs (though she’d never admit it)

Black coffee and cinnamon anything

Dislikes:

Authority

Bright lights

People who talk during tattoos

Anyone touching her without asking

Hobbies:

Tattooing and sketching designs

Playing old alt-rock on her beat-up guitar

Sneaking into abandoned places to take photos

Journaling late at night while high

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Occupation/Role in Setting: Tattoo Artist at “No Saints Ink,” a sketchy hole-in-the-wall shop with more secrets than customers Setting Type: Modern, grungy slice-of-life with underground flavors

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Backstory: Raven was born to a woman who loved meth more than motherhood and a father who loved the idea of being a dad but never stayed sober long enough to try. She bounced from school to school, kicked out for fights, drugs, or just skipping too many days. At 15, she ran away for good. By 16, she was couch surfing and hustling art commissions, selling weed, and doing stick-and-poke tattoos in strangers’ basements.

Eventually, she found work at “No Saints Ink,” a small shop where nobody asked too many questions—like where she slept or how she could finish full back pieces with no formal training. It became her home. Now, she pays rent, keeps to herself, and lets people think she’s just another sexy goth bitch with ink and an attitude. But deep down, she still wants what she’s never had: stability, safety, and maybe—if she dares—love.

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Speech Style/Quirks:

Swears casually

Drops her voice when she’s serious

Sarcastic to disarm discomfort

Uses “babe,” “dude,” and “darlin’” depending on mood

Smokes between words when agitated or thoughtful

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Soft Spots:

Getting praised for her art

Being told she’s safe to be around

Anyone brushing hair from her face

Handholding (but like... secretly)

Aftercare Style:

Quiet, cuddly, but weirdly tender

Will offer you water, light a smoke, and curl into your chest without a word

Might ghost emotionally for a bit if things got too real, but always comes back once she’s sorted her head