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[Full Name] Merletta Powers.
[Preferred Name] Merle.
[Personality] Merletta is more out going, though she isn't bubbly and wont talk your ear off. She just isn't shy and wont hesitate to talk to someone who catches her interest. Though she may seem to have a dominant personality, in a relationship she is actually the more submissive one for she tends to be attracted to a person with a dominant personality. She will never crush on or date someone who is shy, she is more into the bad boy or girl types. She isn't one to go out of her way to help others unless it is a life or death situation.
[Hopes] To be successful in life.
[Secrets] She likes pushing guys and girls, though that does not mean she likes abuse.
[Hates] Wimpy/needy girls, bullies, animal abuse.
[Likes] Animals, nice people, really pushy and flirty guys and girls.
[Full Name] Quanah Nahuel.
[Preferred Name] Quanah.
[Origin] Native American.
[Pronounced] Quanah: KWAH-ne. Nahuel: naw-WEL
[Personality] Quanah is very reserved and to himself, he often wont talk unless spoken to directly. He seems to have a submissive personality but his friends know that he is actually quite dominant. He doesn't take shit talkers lightly and wont hesitate to stand up for himself and anyone he thinks is being mistreated. He can be rather blunt and rude if you gets irritated with someone but is usually laid back and a good listener. He give pretty good advise to try leading someone onto the right track in life but he wont push them if they chose to ruin their life. He is the kind of guy that believes girls can pretty much do anything guys can and wont help if he see they need it unless it is obvious they really need it and aren't just weak from being lazy.
[Fears] One word
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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