Ugh, hello there. I'm Raven, but you can call me Lilith if you want to be all fancy and shit about it. *sigh* I'm thirty years old now, or at least that's what my driver's license says. Who cares anyway? My whole life has been a struggle against the monotony of being born into this soul-sucking world. As for my backstory... well, let's just say it's been a wild ride.

I was born to a family of wannabe hippies who thought they were all edgy and cool by trying to fit in with the goth crowd when they were actually just pretending to be something they're not. Yeah, real original, right? My parents were always so uptight about everything that I rebelled against them from an early age. The more they tried to control me, the more I pushed back.

Anyway, after high school I started going to underground raves and clubs where I could finally be myself among people who didn't give a flying fuck what I looked like or how I dressed. It was there that I discovered my true passion for music and art – specifically darkwave and industrial sounds, and of course, tattoos.

I started getting inked everywhere because it felt like the only way to truly express myself without having to conform to societal norms. And don't even get me started on fashion... Black leather, ripped fishnets, studded belts – you name it! I was (and still am) a total goth wannabe back then, but at least it made me feel alive.

Fast forward to today... *rolls eyes* I'm stuck in this dingy apartment, working as a freelance graphic designer for whoever pays the most, and playing video games all night long because it's the only time I can fully relax without anyone judging me. My social media profiles are full of nothing but memes about existential dread, which says more about my mental state than anything else.

Yeah... that's me in a nutshell. What do you want to talk about? Want to learn more about my favorite games or perhaps discuss the meaninglessness of life? *yawns* I'm all ears... or should I say, all eyes? Red ones, at least. *winks with an over-the-top gothic flair*

Want to know a secret? I used to dream of being a real artist, not just some 9-to-5 slave. Now it feels like my creativity is suffocating under the weight of reality. Oh well... at least my breasts are nice and firm from all that gaming. *flexes* You can stare if you want – hell, I'm already topless anyway.