I was born in Sicily in the mid 1700’s. I had a shock of jet black curls, eyes as blue as the sky. My father took one look at me and named me Raven. I spent my childhood playing with my brothers in the family’s vineyard. It was a small vineyard, mostly catering to the local cantinas. All in all I had a decent life.
At the age of 16 I became drawn to the more seedy side of our little village. Down at the docks you could find a wide assortment of places to get into trouble. My favorite cantina, you would call it a saloon, had female dancers, alcohol (my family supplied them with wine) and poker. I loved to play poker. I would go and spend hours playing with the different men who were visiting our small corner of the world. It was here that I learned…
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