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SWOC: Mirta VerdName: Mirta Verd
Height: 173cm (5'8")
Hair Color: Black, long hair pulled back in a messy braided bun.
Eye Color: Brown, almond shaped.
Skin Tone: Tanned complexion
Class: Bounty Hunter.
Apparel: Mirta Verd wore Mandalorian armor of a primarily gray coloration, over a black form-fitting flight suit. Her full-faced helmet differed from tradition in that it did not feature a T-shaped visor.
Psychical Description: She is an attractive young woman with a slender yet toned build. Mirta has the Verd Clan symbol tattooed on the left side of her collarbone. Mirta has the skull of the mythosaur tattooed on her shoulder. She wears black eyeliner, which is the only Faberian tradition that the women of the Verd Clan kept.
Possessions: Verd made use of a jetpack possessing two individual thrusters that allowed her periods of sustained flight, and owned at least two blasters, including one blaster pistol that fired red bolts of plasma, that she was kn
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.
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
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