[center][h2][color=6ecff6]Isa : Anisim Misolav[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=8882be][i]Isa walked slowly out of the room, heading to the firing range. This would be the fun part of the day, for him, as there wasn't a gun on earth that he couldn't use. Though he certainly preferred the rugged designs over most others, finding their reliability indispensable in most combat situations. He'd be quite thrilled to teach Roxy, or the others, how to use and maintain their firearms. It was one of the few things he remembered learning from his father, before they moved to America, the land of potential, of promise, of wealth and rewards. Things Isa had been denied time and again, and now was offered only twisted versions of them. He resolved to do what he had to do to get out and make it into the world again, even if his sisters never accepted him again, even if they were already dead, he had to know for sure. [/i][/color]

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