Name: Velora Swindale Nicknames: Vel, Lora, or Swin Age: 18 Race: Caucasian Origin: Unknown It's been seven years since the war ended, leaving the the entire world a ungoverned wasteland. There were only two rules now; pick a side and work for only that side. One side, called the Abider's were the well off groups of people. The kind that didn't suffer after the war. The others, called the Commoner's weren't so lucky. She is a Commoner. Her name is Velora. At the moment, last names don't matter. Not in your last seconds of life. Okay don't panic, she thought. You're just an innocent girl giving them a flower. She approaches them slowly, one hand holding the flower and the holding the button to the bomb. Her heart might as well be causing an earthquake with how hard it's pounding in her chest. She knows she shouldn't be afraid. After all, she volunteered. What would she be losing anyways, besides her life? She has nothing. No family, no loved ones. She knows needs to stay calm. If she gets too nervous, she'll press the button too soon. One of the guards finally notices her. He jumps off of the tank and aims at her. She quickly stop but isn't close enough to set the bomb off. He yells a command, but by this point she's freaking out too much. "I-I'm sorry... what? I... didn't hear you." She calls back hoping not to be too conspicuous.