OC Fact: Cassia and the twins’ names all mean Cinnamon!

Ooo, name facts! Okay, let’s talk Pantomime Raven. Because you know what, he may be an asshole, but ugh, I love him so much.

Pantomime is a type of wordless theatrical performance. In Roman times it was dramatic and emotional, but in modern days it’s much more slapstick type comedy. During The Fall™ where the vampire gained control of Millhaven he was a mercenary known as the Silent Reaper. He rarely kills outright, preferring to take out his targets by slowly manipulating their thoughts and having them do it themselves. So get it, he “performs” wordlessly.

His last name, Raven, is a Poe reference. Obviously, “The Raven,” but really this particular, “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

A lot of this comes over into how I designed his appearance as well. The skeleton painting on his face and hat are an homage to the performance art he was named after.

“Her knowledge of medicine and access to supplies are far superior to anything I could do myself,” he stated bluntly.

“What was she able to find out then?”

“She ran some kind of test to see if she had anything in her system. Whoever was chasing her, they gave her something. My best guess would be that it was meant to sedate her, but whatever it was, Gidget said it had hallucinogenic properties as well.”

“Still? It’s been three days already.” her voice rose a little with concern. She paused for a moment, thoughtful. “I’m guessing you don’t have any more details about exactly what happened to her. Or if my suspicions about she is are correct for that matter…”

“Not any more than what I was able to get from Gidget.”

“Winchester?” Virtue scrunched her nose at him. Having more people involved made her feel uneasy. The more involved, the more risk, and Gidget was hardly the most reliable person.

“How is she doing?” Virtue asked, keeping her voice low. She leaned forward on the table, the low light of the fireplace casting long over them. The silence in between her words was filled by the crackling of dry logs as the fire flicked and curled around the wood.

“She’s still asleep,” Pantomime replied.