DRAVEN, sweeney

[SWEENEY "THE CROW" DRAVEN]

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[/color][[/color]SWEENEY "THE CROW" DRAVEN[/color]][/color]][/color][/font]

i know your type,[/color][/font]
boy, you're dangerous[/color][/font]
yeah you're that guy i'd be stupid to trust[/color][/font]

name: sweeney draven.
name meanings: sweeney = killer, draven = avenger.
nicknames: the crow, swen.
age: nineteen.
birthdate: 30th may.
sex: male.
sexual preference: bisexual.
conditions: ADHD - a condition of the brain that results in hyperactivity, impulsivity, and difficulties with focusing attention.
occupation: works at his families mortuary/graveyard.
usergroup: middleclass.[/color][/font]

but just one night[/color][/font]
couldn't be so wrong[/color][/font]
you make me wanna lose control[/color][/font]

hair: long, matted, black, wavy.
eye: creeepy light green, almost a clear colour.
height: 6'0.
weight: 1.52m, slim, muscular.
skin: very pale white.
tattoos: 'crow' across his knuckles in black ink.
scars: a few burns on his wrist.
piercings: snakebites, tragus.
style: goth, gothic victorian; usually wears black, red, grey, and white.
voice: low, a bit creepy sometimes.
playby: gerard way. [/color][/font]

she got away with[/color][/font]
the boys in the place[/color][/font]
treat 'em like they don't have a chance[/color][/font]

likes: the dark, the moon, fire, dark rituals, bones/corpses, coffins, old books, dolls, insects, lightning/storms, graveyards, smoking, drinking, being by himself, horror/thrillers, the smell of wet earth, strange sounds that usually make peoples ears 'bleed', like nails scratching a chalkboard.
dislikes: bright light, the sun, thieves, bland foods, swimming, bullies, people (he only likes a few individual people), discrimination against him, liars, drugs, parties, stupidity, hospitals, dentists, childish behaviour, suck ups, too much noise, authority figures, prison.
hobbies: digging, disecting, making money, smoking, drinking, graffiting, reading, art.
strengths: hardworking, punctuality, determined, organized, egoistic, confident, self motivation, self reliance, art, sense of humour (though it's pretty sick), blackmail.
weaknesses: lack of dicipline, forceful, making friends, highly energetic, short attention span, impulsive, when people play with his hair (it makes him sleepy).[/color][/font]

& he got away with[/color][/font]
the girls in the place[/color][/font]
actin' like they're too hot to dance[/color][/font]

fears: going back to prison, falling in love.
goals: to pay of his debts with the new york gangs.
dreams: unknowingly, to change.
secrets: sells (and sometimes disects) bodies for money.
best memory: the first time he killed a bird.
worst memory: the three years spent in prison.
habits: fidgeting, playing with hair.
personality: ADHD, pycho/insane, twisted/sick, hyperactive, impulsive, forceful, hardworking, punctual, determined, confident, egoistic, possessive, creative, intelligent, organized, rebellious, sinister, creepy, ambitious, sly, rejects change, cold, insecure, secretive, cunning, unkind, uncaring, most of the time unemotional, undiciplined, unsympathetic, can be a bit gullible and stupid at times.[/color][/font]

i know your type[/color][/font]
you're daddy's little girl[/color][/font]
just take a bite let me shake up your world[/color][/font]

mother: larissa draven, nee harrison, funeral home director, thirty-nine.
father: martin draven, funeral home director, fourty-three.
siblings: none.
history: sweeney draven was born in the dark mortuary that his parents owned on a dark, gloomy day on the 30th may to his more than happy and very christian parents, larissa and martin draven. growing up sweeney was very different from other children. he was seperated from the crowd, being a cold child, with an aura of mystery and darkness surrounding and most other children didn't like him because he was so strange. his christian parents were the type of parents who worked all of the time, so sweeney would have to find something to do. the carer that usually looked after him when his parents were working in the name of god didn't watch over him as well as she should have, and so most of the time he would sneak out of the house, that was connected to his parents mortuary, and search for dead animals; he would disect them in his bedroom then feed the remains to his shaggy black dog, mortimer.

at the age of twelve, sweeney was diagnosed with ADHD, a disorber that basically told everyone he was a hyperactive freak who just couldn't keep still and never thought twice. on his thirteenth birthday, sweeney was told by his father that if he wanted to earn himself some pocket money, he would have to earn it by working in his parents graveyard. sweeney agreed and began to earn his own money by helping with funerals or placing flowers on the lonely graves that no one ever came to visit. his money was always kept safe under his mattress. at the age of fifteen, sweeney was convinced by some of his school mates start smoking splifs, joints, and cigerettes, and he later got into the act of drinking alcohol when his parents were working on the days he was not.

because of the drugs, he stopped working for his parents and so his money was running low. he started borrowing money from his "friends", who happened to all be big in the act of dealing drugs and weapons. his loans were building up and he needed to pay back the money he owed. sweeney turned back to an old hobby, but instead of disecting animals, he bagan to use the corpses in his parents graveyard and mortuary with the set of knives he'd bought from the gangs. he began to make a lot of money from the insides of the corpses and the outides too. sometimes he would sell them as a complete package, but mostly he sold them all disected and cut up. during this age, his "friends" also introduced him to prostitution - they'd take him to clubs to watch girls slide up and down poles, and one day, he met a hooker who showed him all the pleasures he could recieve with a women.

sadly, all things come to an end, including the sex-only relatonship he had with the hooker. some anonymous person had tipped off the police about his trade. they came in swat teams to the mortuary, where he had a secret room where he did his dealings. they searched all over the place and found this secret room. inside there were piles of bodies in black bags, and different sorts of organs in jars and pots. they sent him to prison for three years, and being only sixteen, sweeney was so young and vulnerable that his cellmates found the perfect oppurtunity to make his life miserable. they fought him an they arse-raped him. throughout the three years he spent there, he could never bend down in the bathrooms to fetch the soap when it slipped from his hands, in fear of the rape.

within the three years, changes began to be made of sweeney. he found a few friends in some of the cellmates and not soon after did his sexuality changed to bisexual. he still prefered women more than he did men though, because of all of the rape he'd recieved from others. he had one of the older cellmates give him a tattoo. in black ink, four letters crossed the knuckles - crow - just like his idol, ozzy osbourne, had done with his own name. soon this became his nickname and everyone was calling him the crow, the infamous crow. he did look very much like the crow after all, and he'd also adapted a strange sense of need to avenge himself, to do all he could to get back at the people who put him in prison in the first place. whenever he was attacked again, he'd use his tattooed fist and punch the fucker in the phase. people soon became scared of him, even some of his cellmates. the crow was never hurt again.

at the age of nineteen, sweeney was finally released from prison. his parents disowned him for his deeds so he wasn't able to go back to them, and none of his "friends" would help him; they just laughed in his face. he decided on a fresh start (or not so fresh in this case), and took mortimor and moved to new york, which was as far away from his family and so-called "friends" as he could get. getting another job in a graveyard, he went back to his old ways, burying people, digging them back up, cutting and slicing them up, and selling their parts. as life in new york progressed, he told himself everyday that he would not get caught for the act he was committing... for the second time in his life. he was convinced that after the first time, he was now aware that he could not trust certain people and checked out their background before he did anything dodgy with the fucker.

one day, when he was strolling through central park in the pooring rain, he saw a girl, a tall, beautiful girl, with long, flowing brown hair. it was the hooker from three years ago. he didn't know what she was doing in new york, but here was a piece of his past - someone who could be a suspect of the reason why went to prison? he needed to find out more about her, and he was definitely going to blackmail her into doing something for him. but he'd have to find her again. and where was he going to find her in big new york city? he had a new goal to complete![/color][/font]

she was so shy[/color][/font]
'til i drove her wild[/color][/font]
i'll make them good girls go bad[/color][/font]

name: alix.
nickname: allie ablaze.
age: fourteen.
how you found us: i'm an admin.
other characters: savannah leigh rayne, ienzo lucian alvaro prince.
experience: three to four years.[/color][/font]

good girls go bad[/color][/font]
good girls go bad[/color][/font]
good girls go bad, bad, bad, bad[/color][/font]

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