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Raven is a badass and has a fierce and defiant personality. She can definitely hold her own and she stands up for what she believes in and will go to extraordinary lengths for the people she loves and cares about, even if that means breaking the rules. At times she can have a short temper and react physically and even hostile towards people she doesn’t like or trust.

She isn’t afraid of getting down in the dirt and working hard. With genius intellect she was able to become the youngest Zero-G mechanic in 52 years.

Raven never had a loving family. Her mother would exchange her rations for moonshine, leaving Raven to depend on Finn Collins next door who she would eventually become romantically involved with.

With the help of Abby, Raven refurbishes an old escape pod in order to prove the Earth is survivable and prevent the deaths of 320 people. And also reunite with her boyfriend. She begins her descent to Earth just in time not knowing all that was in store for her on the ground.


Strengths: Excellent mechanic, intelligent, high pain tolerance, explosives and weapons expert

Weaknesses: Short-tempered, stubborn

Friends: Finn, Clarke, Bellamy, Wick, Octavia, and basically all the arkers as long as they're not getting on her nerves

Enemies: Grounders (except for Lincoln), Mountain Men, Reapers, and anyone else who threatens her people.

Plots: If you'd like to plot with Raven please don't hesitate to reply to this thread or send me a PM. I'm up for anything! AU or Canon. I promise she won't bite unless you want her to.

It was strange, talking to Clarke after so long. Finally getting the answers to the questions she’d ask herself over and over after Clarke left. She seemed to be doing okay. Healthy and safe. That’s what would worry Raven the most at night in the camp. Should she go after her, find her, bring her back? But with the state Mount Weather left her in, it wasn’t possible. Raven would just hope for the best and put her faith in Clarke’s survival skills. And now seeing Clarke before her, even if she looked different, proved her faith right. Clarke was a survivor.

“It’s hard to stay outside, as you noticed first hand.” She attempted half a smile, and shuffled up in the bed as Clarke assured her she’d be alright. “In your hands, I’m sure I will be.” Raven had witnessed Clarke’s medical skills first hand. So she certainly didn’t doubt her abilities. “It’ll take a while, but we can fix you and get you back to Camp Jaha.” You. Interesting. So Clarke didn’t intend on coming with her. Well that obviously needed to change. “Whatever you say Doc,” she said with a smile, taking the bowl from her and resting it on her lap. The stark difference in warmth between her hands and the bowl was almost painful. Raven slowly ate a spoonful, and swallowed, feeling the dull thud of the food on her empty stomach. But the pain was welcome.

“You know, I understand why you left.” It took her a while, after a lot anger and denial, but she got there in the end. “Mount Weather took a lot from us; from you.” It broke them. They all had blood on their hands, but Clarke took the brunt of it. Clarke and Bellamy. “But I’m not going back to Camp Jaha alone.”

"I know that I'm not your top choice for the father." Well she couldn’t exactly deny that. Who would have thought she’d have a baby with Bellamy Blake. They weren’t always exactly friends, let alone anything more. Hell she distinctly remembered holding a knife to his throat with his hand wrapped around hers. How far they had come. Raven was at least sure of the respect she had for the man. He was the reason they were all here, alive. Mount Weather ripped away whatever innocence that remained and left them broken with blood on their hands. It kept her up at night. Every night. That’s why it could never work with Wick. She didn’t want to snuff out his light.

But perhaps this child would bring a little bit of that innocence back. The thought brought her some comfort and she suspected it did the same for Bellamy. “You’ll do.” She said offering a teasing smile. “I doubt I’m your number one choice as the mother of your child either.” They would make quite the pair.

For now, her doubts had subsided and she really believed in the promises he was offering her. They were like lifeboats and she eagerly held on to each one for dear life. “We'll go see Abby tomorrow to get a proper check up.” She smiled at him. A real genuine smile. Sure they weren’t each other’s first choice but this was the card they’d been dealt. And he was really going to do this with her. “That would probably be best. Poor Abby’s probably a little worried.” Especially after seeing the speed with which she bolted. "I can ask Monty what he can make to help soothe the nausea." Raven suddenly stepped forward and embraced him. Hugging him tightly for a moment before immediately stepping back. She quickly cleared her throat and smoothed down her clothes. “Yeah thanks. I’d like that. Morning sickness sounds like a bitch.” She didn’t know what came over her. She felt grateful and apparently decided to show it. It was as much a shock to her as it probably was to him. “Hormones,” she quickly added referring to the hug, waving her hand and using the excuse to hopefully get past it and maybe pretend it didn’t happen.

Raven’s eyes kept darting towards the soup as Clarke explained their particular surroundings. She couldn’t help it. Her body still felt like ice cold water was flowing through her veins instead of blood and the heat she could feel practically radiating from the food attracted her eyes. She slouched down again, no longer needing to take a defensive stance. It was still Clarke after all. And frankly Raven no longer had the energy. So she finally allowed herself to feel some relief. Raven knew Clarke was a fighter, that there was no doubt she could survive on her own. But there were times when she couldn’t help but worry about the other woman, always avoiding thoughts about the possibility that she could be captured by grounders…or worse. But here she was safe. Different but safe, and that brought Raven some comfort at least.

“You’re safe here.” Raven wasn’t quite sure about that. But for now she would trust Clarke, not really having any other choice. Not in the state she was in. “I always wondered where you’d been all this time, you kind of left without even saying goodbye.” Raven didn’t mean in an accusatory way, she partly understood why Clarke left the way she did. Especially after the events in Mount Weather. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she finally said after being unsure of how best to convey her relief at seeing Clarke alive and well. “Not sure if I can say the same for me,” she continued, feeling the numbness from the cold slowly ebb away only to be replaced by sharp pain, starting from her lower back where the bullet had been removed. It was a sensitive area, as her limbs also slowly fell to the bed from exhaustion, as if she'd been carrying a ton of bricks.

Raven had almost completely healed physically. Well, as much as she was ever going to. And to the outside world she seemed about as okay as everyone else. But she wasn’t okay, none of them were after everything they’d been through. Everything they did to survive. Only Wick could really see through the act, but he had the good sense not to pry too much. So she kept herself busy, helping out whenever she could. Not so much with any physical stuff, not since her leg, but if anything needed fixing, she was the girl to do it. Naturally she jumped at the chance to help turn Mecha Station into the Outpost. It was familiar to her, and reminded her of a time before all hell broke loose after arriving on the ground.

On her way to the old station, she felt excited. A feeling that was so rare these days it almost felt foreign to her. As she made her way into the quarters she was assigned, she saw Monty and smiled as he greeted her. “I didn’t notice you on the walk here.” She gestured towards her leg in the brace. “I took me a little while to catch up with you,” she said with a slight chuckle, attempting a sort of joke to ease the mood. Since they were sharing this space, they were going to be seeing a lot of each other. “Have they briefed you on what we need to do this time?” She didn’t know much but she was eager and willing to learn. “Not really. I didn’t give them much of chance to.” As soon as she heard they were setting up the outpost she immediately volunteered. “Needed to get out of Camp, you know? You could brief me,” she said, saying it as more of a statement than question.