(Just ignore the magic and pointy ears. Or keep 'em in mind, if you're looking for a fantasy-ish theme.)Raven was a male who'd been working with a gang for a while, being a mechanic for anyone and everyone within the gang who needed the help. He had a very feminine look for a male, but he never really minded the comments about his appearance or name. He was more interested in the work that came with when someone was talking to him. His hair was just long enough that, when he was focused, he could pull it back with a headband, but there was usually a section that hung in front of his face, obscuring one of his eyes. His clothing typically consisted of light-colored jeans, a dark t-shirt, boots, and an overly large sweater that he only took off when he needed to. Raven had been working on one of his personal projects when he heard shouting from outside the garage, which caused him to push out from underneath the car he was working on. He let out a sigh and shook his head some. "Can't they open the garage doors on their own?" He walked over, pressing a button on the wall that opened the garage door. "What's the problem this time..." His voice trailed off when he saw the car that was pushed into the garage by several black-suited men, staring some and allowing them to move the car into the empty space. "Isn't that... the boss's car?"