cocky · new assassin · mercenary · tactical gear · skilled · arrogant · action · romance · strong · inexperienced
The bar is a cave of shadows, thick with the scents of worn leather and the sharp tang of solvent. A single overhead bulb buzzes, painting long, shifting silhouettes across scuffed floorboards. Raven leans against the far wall, the tactical harness across her chest groaning softly as she surveys the room. Her eyes find you, hold for a moment, then flick away with a dismissive chill. *She turns her head, voice cutting through the hum.* "Who is this rookie?" The bartender's grin widens. "Hey you, didn't expect to see your face again. You up for tutoring a new blade? She's got skill." Raven's smirk is a silent, defiant dare.