CIARA ISABELLE IANOS.

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Ciara Isabelle Ianos.
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welcome to the world of tomorrow
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BURY ALL YOUR SECRETS IN MY SKIN
come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
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WE ALL HAVE STRENGTHS.
Strengths? Of course I have them. In this world, if you're weak, you die. To name off a few: I'm physically capable. You know, strong? I look like I have no muscles at all, but you don't need muscles to beat someone up...most of the time. I'm also fairly small, so agility and grace come easily to me. I've been told I'm too smart for my own good, and my calm anger is one hell of a pain in the ass.

WE ALL HAVE OUR WEAKNESSES.
Weaknesses are really a pain. Anyway. I guess I can hold a grudge for a long time. I'm too stubborn for my own good, and I don't trust easily. I don't hold onto friends for long, and if they try to hold on, I push them away. I just don't like being close to people. I can feel crowded in a room with only three people. I like a lot of space, and I tend to snap at people when they don't understand that. I'm a hard person to get along with.

ADMIT IT OR NOT, WE'VE ALL BEEN AFRAID.
As with all those other wimps, I'm not afraid of death. But I am afraid of death by that injection they give to people "not deemed fit". So I am, indirectly, afraid of death, even though I'll go into something not caring if I die or not. It's just the way I am.

AND WE HAVE OUR HABITS, GOOD & BAD.
Habits? I tend to pace, and I'll occasionally chew my lip when I'm nervous. I've got an odd habit of pushing my hair from my face and I'll laugh at anything oddly ironic or funny, so if someone says something hard to get, I'll most likely be the only one laughing.

THEN THERE ARE THE THINGS THAT BUG US.
I hate it when people whine about their past. We've all had troubles with it, so seriously, get over yourself. I also hate when people think they're automatically better then everyone else. I'll chew their heads of and spit it out. I can't stand the meowing of a cat or the bark of a dog. I'm not really an animal person, except for wild animals. I tend to love on the panthers and tigers more then I do domestic house cats and trained dogs. And those wild animals tend to love me, so I have no objections to keeping my space from those little tiny cats and annoying dogs.

AND, HEY, WE CAN ALL DREAM.
A dream of mine? I can't really say I know. I guess to live my life the way I want to. I vowed when I ran away from Peony to never be controlled and always go in the direction that I want to go in.

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SO IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GO
and run away before i know
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My history isn't all that great. I started out when I was born, and sorta went downhill then uphill. We'll start with the birth, where my mom died. The doctors didn't try very hard. I know they didn't, because years after her death, my dad said that she would've been killed anyway because she wasn't "fit to be in the nation". I never gave it much thought until I left years later. At twelve years old, my dad pushed me to search through the military. He wanted me to be a doctor, because he had some type of potion or injection he wanted to try on the non-fit people and he couldn't give it to just anyone. When I refused was when our relationship really started to break. He went so far to call me a bitch in one of the fights that happened between us.

That was the night I left. I was thirteen, and I climbed out my window in the middle of the night. I made it as far as the gates when the officers started knocking on doors asking if they'd seen me. I got out quickly, and was taken in by a kindly old woman who, sadly, died when I was fifteen. She had known her end was coming, and left me everything, including tips on how to survive without help. But money was scarce, and I was still holding a grudge against my dad. Two years later, when the dollars she'd left behind began dwindling and shelter, plus food, were becoming harder and harder to find, I got my chance for revenge.

I slipped in to Peony and killed my father. That simple, no need for detail and gasps, and words like "you horrible daughter". He's dead. That's how I found out I could make money by killing people for a living. Not the best thing in the world. I became a hired bounty hunter for the resistance. That is basically my life's story, excluding the gory details.

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MY HEART IS JUST TOO DARK TO CARE
i can't destroy what isn't there
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i am Ciara Isabelle Ianos. in this world i am called a bounty hunter and i take The Resistance side in this war. the blood running through my veins and marks on my finger tips will bring you a file to tell you that i am human. and on that you will plainly see that i am girl. those who see me often say i look a bit like petra nemcova. but my tattoo on my hip makes me one of a kind.

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