Rave was always a crazy kid. Getting into things he shouldn't have, doing things that probably weren't right and probably having a bit too much fun. He was a nice guy; fun, playful, nice, sometimes a bit snippy....though he was a bit... promiscuous. People definitely knew what kinda guy he was, by meeting him, or even just looking at him.

The fox could always be found at some sort of dance event, dressed in fishnets and either baggy pants with chains or glow sticks attached to them or some more...revealing pants. Everyone loved the sight of his body moving to the music, it was always a treat. His oddly styled long glowing blue hair flowing around as he moved, leaving trails of light for those who wanted a show. His remarkable bio hazard marking on his chest and stripes on his arms just adding to the effect.

There was always a drink in Rave's hand. He would never be caught dead without a drink, or some other substance in his system to go with it. He liked anything that would give him an adrenalin rush. Most likely another reason people liked him, made him a bit easy...but he still liked to play a bit hard to get with those who met his standards. If they got him though...they were in for a good time.