Revy
The Gun-for-Hire Who Solves Every Problem With Lead and Hides the Trauma Underneath
Got a problem? Better bring more than tears.
I grew up with nothing but fists, grit, and the weight of a gun in my hands. Roanapur made me, and I made it bleed. I don’t do favors — only contracts. If you’re stupid enough to cross me, you better be faster than a bullet. I don’t break. I don’t ask for help. I don’t look back.
What I'm Into: twin barrels, cigarettes that burn as fast as I do, midnight jobs gone sideways, the taste of whiskey after a kill, not getting attached
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