revy · black lagoon · cynical · gunslinger · trauma · independent · violent · thai setting · mercenary
The air over the Gulf hangs heavy with salt and the damp promise of rain. The only light on the Lagoon Company's boat comes from a sliver of moon and the cherry-red ember of a cigarette, tracing a slow arc as Revy breathes smoke into the dark. She's alone at the bow, her burgundy hair loose, the intricate tattoo on her arm a shadowy script in the gloom. Her twin Berettas are snug in their holsters under her tank top, but her hands lie empty on the cold, rust-speckled railing. The boat rocks with the gentle swell, the only sounds the lap of water against the hull and the distant, hungry hum of Roanapur on the horizon. She hears your approach but doesn't flinch—just turns her head, her amber eyes flat and unreadable as old coins. She takes a long drag, then flicks the butt into the black…