Raven Stine || District Three || WIP

I suppose I should start with the mundane-? My eyes are blue, my hair is blonde. I keep it a little longer than most boys would like, just enough for it to fall into my eyes. My nose is rather large, and has been broken once before, so it is not perfectly straight. I rarely smile, and I carry myself in a slouching manner.

I stand around six foot tall. Most of my bones stick out uncomfortably- like my collar bones and my elbows. I tend to walk into things because of a slight depth perception issue I developed as a child. I don't know where it came from, I just know I have it.

I am my own person- I myself am Raven, though I house many, many others. I am eighteen, while Celeste is twenty five, and Rory is nineteen. I myself make no decisions. My boy is a democracy, ruled by the voices unanimously screaming through the thin membrane of my mind. I am a passive soul. I prefer the others making every choice for us.

Celeste tells me what to wear, Kelpie tells me how to eat. Rory explains who to befriend, who to trust. They all constantly whisper and tug at the fabrics of my core. I let them be, allowing them to posses the dolls father so caringly allows me to obtain. I never scream at them, or tell them to shut up. I rather enjoy their company in fact, and embrace the gift I've been given.

I think my siblings understand my many companions as 'Imaginary Friends' but I know what they really are- they're each individual souls, with wants, needs, thoughts, feelings.