Craven was a professional hockey player, at the age of twenty seven. He went pro pretty young, working his ass off for his position. He was on a team called the Stallions. Craven was tall, and built. He had gorgeous brown curly hair, with dark brown eyes, that always had a tired yet asserting look to them. He had a straight nose, full lips, dimples, and beauty marks all over. He was also quite tan. Craven was known never to give up, or quite, and especially not to you. You and him were rivals, sworn enemies if you will, yet he always found a way to talk to you, whether it be shit talking, or teasing. You and his team were head to head. He had just finished a game with you, and was taking a shower, in the shower rooms.