My name is Raava Strenh.
I'm born on August 13, 1990, so I'm 18.
Here's a picture of me...
I was born in the year 1990, in Wershmore Valley Hospital. I died on April 27, 2002 from a psyco suicide bomber. I descended into limbo, where, I waited until they could figure out what to do with me. Months passed before I could see anyone about my situation. A clerk lead me into a room. I sat, and waited for the person I was meant to see. I saw a tray of small candies so I stuck one in my mouth. Then a stout man entered, he seemed to be waving to a person as he closed the door, he glanced at me with no expression. The man had a long, plaid business suit on with a zipper. The man looked down as he walked towards his chair. "We aren't sending you to Hell" The man said with a serious face. I was releived.
"Thank Go-" The tubby man had interupted me.
"We aren't sending you to heaven either, but we do have a job for you..." My face turned to shock, yet I was anxious to find out what the job was. "This job requires power that we are willing to grant... Erm- If you take the job that is." Then he set a list of names in front of me. "We would like for you to kill these people for us." I took a step back, I needed space to think. But what else did I have to live for? A few minutes later I came out. The place around me began to transform, and before I knew it, I was back on earth. My muscles tightened, I felt stronger. I felt something poking me in my leg I found a small glowing handgun in my pocket.
Now 18, after practicing my skills I am setting off on my bounty.
I'm born on August 13, 1990, so I'm 18.
Here's a picture of me...
I was born in the year 1990, in Wershmore Valley Hospital. I died on April 27, 2002 from a psyco suicide bomber. I descended into limbo, where, I waited until they could figure out what to do with me. Months passed before I could see anyone about my situation. A clerk lead me into a room. I sat, and waited for the person I was meant to see. I saw a tray of small candies so I stuck one in my mouth. Then a stout man entered, he seemed to be waving to a person as he closed the door, he glanced at me with no expression. The man had a long, plaid business suit on with a zipper. The man looked down as he walked towards his chair. "We aren't sending you to Hell" The man said with a serious face. I was releived.
"Thank Go-" The tubby man had interupted me.
"We aren't sending you to heaven either, but we do have a job for you..." My face turned to shock, yet I was anxious to find out what the job was. "This job requires power that we are willing to grant... Erm- If you take the job that is." Then he set a list of names in front of me. "We would like for you to kill these people for us." I took a step back, I needed space to think. But what else did I have to live for? A few minutes later I came out. The place around me began to transform, and before I knew it, I was back on earth. My muscles tightened, I felt stronger. I felt something poking me in my leg I found a small glowing handgun in my pocket.
Now 18, after practicing my skills I am setting off on my bounty.
