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@ririwills this is my contribution to the first Zavengers event! Took me a while to finish but I finally did it!

Alias: Fate

Name: Robyn Ripley

Age: 23

The youngest of five children, Robyn ran away from home just after she turned 12, right after she started seeing red strings wrapped around people’s hands, hanging loosely by their sides. It took her a few years to realize what they were, when she watched as a person’s string unraveled and snapped, just as their heart stopped beating.

She didn’t really know why at first, but she started carrying scissors in the pocket of her red leather jacket. It only took her a few months to realize why. She was just walking when she saw a guy pinning another guy to a wall. The guy was obviously struggling, clawing at the other guy and screaming, his voice muffled by the other guy’s hand. It only took her a second before she was on him, pulling her scissors out and, somehow, on instinct, cutting his string.

That was probably where it started.

She started out slow, using most of her time to train. She was mostly self trained, and it took a few years before she finally felt competent enough for her first proper solo job.

It was just some rich guy who’d been cheating on his wife, and her manager said it’d be easy enough. It really was. Turned out the guy was an unhealthy one, his string already splitting and unraveling bit by bit. He was asleep when she got there, tip-toeing over the carpeted floor, her sneakers padding lightly against it. It was quick and easy, a little snip and his heart stopped and she got payed. Turned out she was a natural.

Gradually she got better with experience, earned a name for herself. No one was really looking into the string of heart attacks. Life was good, if a bit boring. But then SOMEONE just had to come in and ruin it. He was a jealous jerk, but she didn’t know that, not at first.

He was nice. He showed interest, he listened, at first. He kissed her so sweetly once, it made her heart flutter like it never had before. But that didn’t last very long.

She refused to believe it at first, refused to accept it when he beat her for the first time. It took fifteen times before she snapped. She had had enough, so when he had knocked her to the floor one night she reached for her scissors and cut his string without hesitation. Of course he fell to the ground immediately, and she ran.

After that, she had rules. If someone was innocent, she would kill the one who tried to hire her. If the one who she was hired to kill was guilty, she would kill them. She still wasn’t good, but she was better.

The word on the street was that there was a ghost; a shadow lurking in the depths of the city, and if you tempted her, fate would not hesitate to strike.

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