About Corax Corvus
I was born in a forest and raised by cats who just never stopped whispering weird life advice in my ear while I slept. After I got out of there, I ran to the nearest human settlement.
I looked around, and (using my superhuman power I can only activate once every seven years) immediately understood everything about the human culture.
After my realization that a dirty girl in squirrel skins was not socially acceptable, I went to the nearest shopping center and first got a haircut. Then I proceeded to buy myself a black button down shirt, jeans, boots, and sunglasses, but I felt I needed something to complete my look.
The salesperson would not sell me a hand gun, so I robbed the arms store.
Realizing I was being chased by police, I decided to go on a crime spree. I broke into a few liquor stores, a Safeway, and one or two hospitals.
Eventually the police caught up to me. I didn't actually take anything from the break-ins, but I did shoot at the ceilings and walls a bit. The charges were kind of harsh, but after telling them about how I was raised by cats (under a lie detector) it was pretty easy to plead insanity.
I was locked in the asylum for a few years, and decided, after what happened, that I would try to lead a pacifist life. I tried to be as peaceful as possible to my fellow asylum-mates, but that eventually lead security into searching my cell for marijuana.
They didn't find any, of course, (I was good like that) but that was my cue to tone the peace down a notch.
When I got out of the asylum I decided to be peaceful. No hate, love. No violence, love. No kicking the sh*t out of puppies, love.
I now live in the attic of an adoptive family who thought they were just adopting a hamster, and write stories in my pass time.
I occasionally visit my cat family in the far away forest-lands, and remember the advice they told me while I slept: If you see a raccoon in the daylight, that raccoon is most likely bat-sh*t crazy.
Interests
Doctor Who, Sherlock, being a smart-ass, cynicism, sarcasm, and *ppfft* definitely NOT writing
Occupation
I work at an underground fight club where I distribute nitrous oxide and what we like to call "fairy dust."