‘A Raven with Blood on its Wings’ // OxO // OPEN

In your world— a world of lawlessness and bloodshed— a gang war has been going on for centuries. This war, like any war, has two sides. The first is the government, fighting against what they believe to be a league of gangs terrorizing their city. The second is a mysterious organization, trying to defend the rights of its people. Neither side seem to be winning in this bloody war until one day, help arrives from the side of the organization. Some call her La Lorona, or the Weeping Woman; she kills off governmental officials in the dead of night and leaves white flowers strewn across their graves. No one has ever uncovered her identity except for you. You know her as your closest friend, Reia. However, that all changes when the government tasks you with taking the Weeping Woman down. Will you obey these orders and take down your closest friend, or will you defy the government and risk being outlawed or worse?

This is a OxO rp with my character, Reia (she’s straight). The rules are listed out down below:

1. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s rules, of course
2. Please keep romance— if there is any— at a PG level; kissing, hugging, etc. is fine of course, but please don’t do any sexual themes
3. I would like someone who could be active at least once a day 👍🏻👍🏻

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(Hmmmm. . . yes. Mind if I take over this one?)

(Of course! Go for it 👍🏻👍🏻)

(Thanks! I'll get my man up in a little bit!)

(Sounds good! I’ll go ahead and get Reia’s BIO up)

(Sounds good!)

Name: Reia Barlowe
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dark brown skin spotted with white because of her skin condition (vitiligo); black, curly hair; brown eyes (her but without her skin condition: https://pin.it/58vEY4I )
Personality: Can be seen as quiet and reserved to some but loud to others; she can be very curious sometimes, and this curiosity often gets her into danger as she sometimes finds out more than she intends to

Name: Zeeshan Arya
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: https://pin.it/6ESxMzV /// 6' exactly, 210 lbs
Personality: Very honorable, very prone to sticking to the rules, he likes to help friends in need. Whether those friends are well known criminals, or well-respected comrades in the world. He likes to think of himself as a fairly lenient man, and never condones violence for the sake of violence.

Reia loved fall evenings. It was her favorite part of the day, and the smell of autumn and the falling of the leaves just made it better. On that day, she stood on the dock, staring out at the ocean, as the gentle wind pushed her from behind. She loved this season, especially here, and it upset her slightly that it might be her last time seeing the autumn in this place.

Zeeshan stands behind his longtime friend and aqauintance, staring off at the horizon, watching the little wispy clouds skate by on mild winds.

"So. Why are you leaving? I'm not naïve enough to think we can make this work out - we both know I follow the rules too closely and bend them enough by being friends with you - but why do you need to leave?"

She sighed and rocked gently on her heels, the wind playing with her dark curls.

“I don’t think it’s safe here for me anymore.” She sighed and looked down at her hands. “Just… with the whole incident yesterday. They almost caught me, Zeeshan. They almost caught me.”

"I know what happened. I was watching. I'm glad you weren't injured too badly, at least. I would have been annoyed if they'd managed to shoot you, Reia." He nods, resting a large, calloused hand on Reia's shoulder.

“Annoyed?” She laughed softly and rested her hand on top of his. “Come on, now. Both of us know you wouldn’t just be annoyed.”

Zeeshan can't help but laugh slightly.

"True, I would probably be very mad. But I wouldn't do anything more than talk to the person who'd shot you. I'm not a big fan of violence, even when my friends have been hurt. You know that." he says gently.

“Oh, yes. I know. It’s one of the only differences between us.” She sighed softly before she gently nudged him. “Will you miss me?”

"Well, that and you break all the rules, while I break none." he chuckles, ruffling her hair.

"Yes, but I doubt you'll be leaving for too long. You'll get homesick. I know how much you enjoy relaxing at these docks." he shrugs.

“Home?” She let out a humorless laugh as she sat down on the edge. “I… don’t really know if I have a home here. There’s you, of course, but…”

Zeeshan squats next to Reia.

"You know what they say: 'home is where the heart is,' and we both know your heart is here, in this city."

“Is it? They hate me here.” She shrugged and let out a sigh, messing with her curls. “If they found out who I am, what I’ve done…”

"How can people hate someone like you? You're not La Sorana right now, you're simply Reia Barlowe. A girl who's had many reasons up until now to be so much worse than she is, who is continually kind to me. Even knowing the great violence it took to make me the way I am." he murmurs.

She let out a small sigh as she leaned against him, messing with the rings on her fingers. “You really don’t want me to leave, do you?”

He shakes his head.

"No. . . not really. I'd lose my closest friend. I don't want that."

She smiled faintly. “You wouldn’t lose me. I would come back and visit, of course…”

He nods slightly, staring off into the distance.

"You know what I'm going to say about that, though. No matter how much I like you, I have to say this, just once: if you do leave, you shouldn't come back. No matter what. Or at least, not until everyone forgets about the whole situation, though I find that an unlikely course of action. I couldn't stand it if you left, came back and got caught. . ."

“Hey, don’t worry about me, really. I’m sure if I got caught, I could find some way of escape.” She leaned back onto her elbows. “I always do.”

"'Don't worry about you?' You know me well - you know I don't not worry about my friends. For someone like you to get caught, they wouldn't even give you a trial; they'd toss you in jail, their maximum security holding cell. Nobody, not even the world's best escape artists, have escaped." he murmurs.

“That’ll probably be what happens to me, won’t it?” She let out a humorless laugh. “I get thrown into jail, the Revolution dies off, and then they’ll execute me. It’ll be like I never existed to begin with.”

Zeeshan sighs.

"Look. . . I don't want you to leave. But I can make it easier for you to do so. I might get caught - I'd be able to join you then, at least. But I have to go for now. You know how to contact me if you need me. I'll see you later."

He pauses for a moment, then ruffles Reia's hair, standing and walking away.

She raised an eyebrow and turned towards him. “Wait, what are you talking about? Where are you going?”

"I have to get back to work - I have a job tracking you down still, remember? My break's up." he says gently.