Rabia Jones

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Name: Rabia Jones
Age: 29
DOB: March 21, 1983
Hometown: Gerrards Cross, Buckinghamshire, United Kingdom
Deity: Bastet
Calling: Protector

In a wealthy suburban town in England, outside of London, Elizabeth Prat, a perky blonde haired child with bright blue eyes, lived in a perfect house, as the only child to the perfect couple. As luck would have it, she lived next door to her best friend in the whole world; Rabia Jones. They met before they could speak, Elizabeth being pushed in her posh stroller by her perfectly blonde mother (who was all-too perfectly petite, even after just having a baby). Rabia, however, was in a second-hand stroller, being pushed along by her single father, looking all together out of place in this very white, very English suburb.

She would not hear the rumors until she reached college, the ones that said her father — a world traveling businessman, had a three-month-long affair with an unmarried young woman in a conservative Muslim country while working at his company’s sister location. In some versions of the tale, she is said to have been a prostitute. Regardless, their love begot a child and nine months later her father returned to see his daughter, having left his lover on good terms. When he arrived at the hospital he was informed that the child’s mother had slipped out during the night, abandoning the child. Her father worked tirelessly to gain custody of her and bring her to England. He named her Rabia, as it was the first day of Spring.

She looked nothing like her father, being a proud Englishman of rather pure blood; looking as pale and properly English as one might expect. Rabia looked – she assumed – mostly like her mother. She had deep olive skin, her hair was dark brown and fell in waves, and her eyes were the color of honey. She was a curious child, often leading to mischievousness and a questioning of authority, which led a number of her nannies to resign. Her father loved his daughter and her fierce personality, but he was often away on business and thus a nanny was necessary. When Rabia was eight her grandmother moved into the house, acting as Rabia’s primary guardian. Unfortunately her grandmother viewed her through prejudiced eyes, seeing her more as the product one of her father’s conquests rather than her precious grandchild — no grandchild of hers could be so brown.

As to keep out of her house – and away from her spiteful grandmother – Rabia signed up for a number of extracurricular activities. She was second-string midfielder on the college’s junior varsity football team, she took martial arts classes, spent time helping out with tech in Elizabeth’s Shakespeare club performances, and volunteered at the local animal shelter. She adopted an old tomcat known as Baxter, scheduled to be destroyed for being unadoptable. He was a tough old bugger; his ears had been chewed up and his tail had a permanent kink, but he warmed up to Rabia and became a comfort for her. Her grandmother protested having the “mangy fleabag” in the house, but her father insisted it would be good for Rabia.

Elizabeth and Rabia got into the same University and moved to London together and shared a dorm. Rabia cruised through school with average grades, continuing to play football throughout. Late one evening while returning from a pub with Elizabeth, they were corned in an alley by a couple of men. Rabia warned them of her martial arts training, but they merely laughed and drew their pistols, easily overtaking the young women. Frightened for their lives, both women succumbed to their attackers vile wishes and held each other and wept together when they finally made it home. The next day Rabia vowed that she would never allow such a thing to happen to herself or to Elizabeth ever again. She became licensed and trained in small firearm usage shortly thereafter.

Elizabeth declined quickly from the trauma. Her grades fell, she quit acting and she was no longer the naturally charismatic social queen she had always been. She would spends days in a daze in her bed, and then disappear for nights at a time, and Rabia would hunt her down, finding her in a ripped leather booth at a seedy club or in the dirty bathroom at a sketchy flat party. Elizabeth flunked out of school and became estranged from her parents. Rabia took a leave of absence from University to move into a flat with Elizabeth and support her in her time of need. Money was scarce, so Rabia began working the graveyard shift at a 24 hour convenience store as well as a part time day job at a pet store, and Elizabeth promised to get a job as well, now that she was feeling better. A few months down the line Elizabeth came home battered and bruised and she confessed to Rabia that she had spent time working as a simple call girl, but was now in way over her head. A client had made her uncomfortable and she left the job, her agent taking out his anger on her physically and verbally. The same day, Rabia got a call from her father telling her that Baxter had died, but he refused to give details. The next day, he called again to say her grandmother had died very suddenly.

Rabia planted herself as a prospective call girl in order to make contact with Elizabeth’s boss. She was not particularly pretty or flirty, but was able to finagle an interview with Elizabeth as a reference. It was a typical “casting couch” situation, but the agent ended up with a bullet through his skull before he could loosen his belt. From then on everything happened in a whirlwind. Rabia and Elizabeth quickly fled their flat and moved in with some of Elizabeth’s coworkers. Rabia was initially opposed to the idea of anyone being a prostitute, but after living with three of them who enjoyed and took pride in their work, stating that it was an ancient and necessary profession, she began to change her views.

Over the next few years, Rabia began running out the pimps of the red light district, either killing them herself or giving tips to the cops, and a new order was established. The women worked for themselves, and supported and protected one another. They worked at set rates, and Each one knew basic self-defense, received regular medical care, and was trained with a sidearm. They established their own law and the cops left them alone, given that the number of crimes in the neighborhood dropped significantly.

Rabia Jones

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