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Uh, I'm Rebecca. Yeah, just Rebecca.
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I'm eighteen. And yes, I'm well aware of the fact that I look like a kid. Nothing new there.
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Sadly, just around 147 centimeters (4'10")
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A whopping 43 kilograms (95 pounds). I know, isn't that amazing?
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Yeah, I don't photograph well.
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I'm pretty simple; just kinda laid back and carefree. I guess I kind of just go with the flow. You know? Things happen and you just got to be realistic about things. Sometimes you come out on top and more often you don't. That's just life. I get that. I'm not a pessimist or anything. I really hope good things happen but I try to keep myself grounded. Something else...something else....umm...guess I'm easy to get along with? I know I don't look that approachable but I'm pretty much an open book. If someone cares enough to ask me a question, I'll answer it though I tend not to pry into other peoples affairs until they bring it up. You'd be surprised how many people just want you to listen to them.
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πππ ππ£ππI can summon these black blob-like little guys; I call them the Kree. They usually come out from under my hair and beneath my clothes. They can do simple tasks and follow instructions well; I'm kinda skilled in multitasking and controlling a bunch of them simultaneously. They can join together, turning into a larger version of themselves, and with a little bit of focus, I can see and hear through them. Nifty, I know. Don't let their appearance fool you. As ravenous as they appear, they technically can't "devour" anything. They can, however, "eat". You know, they just hold inside their bodies whatever they stick into their mouths.
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Surrounded by some a few Krees, I was sitting in the middle of an extremely large and comfortable bed, in a room I've never been in. As strange as it seemed, I kinda felt okay with it; it was strange. Just staying still wasn't really my thing, so I decided to walk around; a trail of Krees ended up following me. The view from outside the window was amazing. The yard was huge, there was a garden, and even a pool. It was pretty impressive. Maybe I was living here? Nah, probably not. Before I could figure what exactly was going on, I heard a knock. I turned around but stayed quiet. I didn't why I wasn't the least bit anxious. Given the situation I was in, it was pretty acceptable if I started to panic. Weird enough, I didn't. Then she walked in. Pale white skin, long black hair, and cerulean eyes.
"Just like me" I couldn't help but whisper to myself.
"C'mon Becca, dad's waiting in the car. Let's go." she softly said as she smiled.
I just stood there, quiet and still. The Kree calmed down and just kept on staring at me. I guess they weren't used to seeing me like this.
"...Mom?" my voice trembled and tears started running down my face. Then I just woke up. Pretty embarrassing, I know.
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Not sure what happened, but I found myself just idly watching the post-apocalyptic scene in front of me. Horrifying black beasts with eerie glowing yellow eyes filled the skies and the land. Screams echoed throughout the place and the smell of blood and death was unbearable. To make things worst, the orphanage was no more; just a pile of debris. The hospice, gone; just a bunch of lifeless bodies. I remained quiet and just began trembling all over as I grabbed my arm.
"How?" I repeatedly mumbled.
I kept asking myself what had happened, but honestly, I knew. As monstrous as they appeared, there was no denying that the beasts that were rampaging were the Kree.
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I'm pretty sure I fall under Arbiter. I could be wrong though; I do command a legion of monsters. I know they're tiny and kinda cute, but they're still monsters.
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None. Not really sure what an armament is though.
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