(http://cdn.tavern-keeper.com/character/51a94ceeded1c7a81a000006/2.jpg)<br/><strong>Name: Raven</strong><br/><strong>Location: Lower East End, Gotham, USA</strong><br/><strong>Tag: Huntress, (or anyone else for that matter)</strong><br/><br/>Raven hovered far above the streets of Gotham, letter her empathy reach out.  Sadness, joy, rage, love, pain, lust, greed ... this city had it all. It was both beautiful and blinding at the same time to someone who had lived apart from all emotion for a majority of her life; the only one she was even familiar with was rage... a large part due to her father.<br/><br/>As Raven continued to soak in the emotions of the city, simple emotions slowly became more complex... like a drawing going from a sketch to a complete work. Love and lust blended together to create some kind of intense passion, but that was not what caught Raven's attention.<br/><br/>It was a cluster of emotions, she'd not seen together before.<em>Frustration, anger, a hint of eagerness ... and yet uncertainty? Is this person bored, need help, or simply on a date gone wrong?</em>Raven thought to herself, trying to solve the puzzle this particular person presented on this particular night.<br/><br/>Her attempts to find people to actually help in this city were spotty at best, Gotham was a strange place... for sure. Which made piecing together what was happening based on someone's emotional state ... was a bit tricker then it would have been else where.<br/><br/>Just the same, she was determined; and this lead was better then most.<br/><br/>Reaching out with her soul self ... Raven teleported herself close to where this person was. Realizing all too late that was probably the absolute worst thing she could have done.<br/><br/>Before Raven materialized in front of this stranger; her emapthy kicked in ... this person... really wanted a fight, and had the kind of self confidence of someone that would come out on top.<br/><br/>Tilting her head down just a little bit as she materialized in front of a female figure, letting the cowl break eye contact ... she immediately raised both hands, apologizing with a brief but earnest "Sorry."