I was known as the Raven, my code name in the flying pigs to remain anonymous. My sister was Crow, and we were known as the avian assailants. Our names were based on black birds because of our black hair and the birds we chose resembled us. My sister was a tad smaller(it was barely noticeable-she’s 6’1 ½ and I’m 6’3-) than me and has a great memory, whereas I did also have a good memory however I had a better amount of patience. We’re twins… identical ones at that. However I'm different from her, I’m trans, and a few years ago I got top surgery. At some points I felt dysphoric due to my feminine features, and our identicalness, yet I played to us being identical. I grew my hair out cause I was the push over of us two; except when it came to fighting for justice. We were the images of the flying pigs for the entire time we were a part of it because of our skill. We were the leaders.

Because I’m trans and I’ve only had top surgery I sometimes still get periods that are like hell to me and I get really moody. My sister is scared of me when I’m on my period… like terrified, she’ll make the entire organisation leave me alone, and gift me chocolate. Cause I get so pissed easily when its my time to shed my uterus.

My sister had a quirky personality and was very outgoing and peoplely. Her long black hair was kept in a pony tail that I copied, and wore a purple work jacket and black pants with matching steel toe leather boots. I on the other hand was very quiet -like silent but deadly- I also hate people -except for her-. I wore a yellow work jacket and the matching pants and shoes so the jackets were the only way to tell us apart when in battle or working. We also had matching kitsune[fox] masks we wore on our hips for good luck, and to conceal our faces we wore bird masks that related to our nickname, so I guess there’s two ways to tell us apart when we’re working.

We grew up in a scary neighborhood. Our dad had left us with our mom to travel the world when we were young, but she died when we were 3, so I don’t remember much about her. Dad didn't come back so our aunt -our mom’s sister- raised us. The town was called Pennyward, and was very poor. Because of this there were lots of gangs and turf wars that killed innocent people, that gave me my sense of justice. The place was horrifying to a young child like I was… there’s so much dried blood on the streets and if you just looked at someone wrong then you could get beat up. I was a troubled kid because of all of this, but my sense of justice and order kept me in line and made it to where I only attacked to protect the ones who were too weak to protect themselves.

People born on Pennyward soil are considered blessed, yet I never saw it that way. We’re seen as blessed because we have a bond to iron. It’s in every human’s veins, yet having this stronger bond means that we can control it. My sister and I can control iron with a song -just like any other person born there- the song causes the iron to glow a color, the color resembles people’s souls; so it can change. Yet there’s a condition, the iron has to be infused with our blood when the tool or weapon is made, only high priests can control iron no matter what; that’s because they’re born with an extra strong bond so from birth their path is determined for them.