[center][color=Moccasin][b][h2]Reese Kestrel[/h2][/b][/color]
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[indent][color=Gray]Reese had kept to himself for the most part; that is, until the time came when it was his turn for the instructor's evaluation. One by one, his friends were berated with insult and, in some cases, injury, their beliefs and resolve challenged by the fervor that was the instructor's spirit. His eyes peered down the left to catch a glimpse of Gabriel and Olivia, seeing if they were holding steadfast in the face of their special orientation.

The boy managed to contain the unease within his legs as the instructor approached Mora towards his left, steeling his will when Schulz looked upon him. Reese looked through the instructor while the man goaded him about his gender, to which he figured that the instructor already knew. While it had been a more widely debated talk with people he did not know when he was younger, it had become far less frequent in his current age.[/color]

[color=Moccasin][b]"I'm a boy, sir!"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]the youth's voice was unwavering.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"Reese Kestrel is my name, sir!"[/b][/color]

[color=Gray]There was no doubt that the drill instructor would know of the Kestrel Company from Wall Sina, and exploit the fact; while his body may have started to show the signs of anticipation towards what would happen for the next three years, Reese was prepared to face it for the sake of everyone else, wherever it would take him and however it would change him.[/color][/indent]