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.+Relena+. . Stats + Gallery .Relena Iron.. Somewhat of a famous name if you were from the right place. Namely the Organization. But why would that be?.. Oh, she'd tell you freely that she'd escaped from it when she was five.. She'd even tell you how. Hitched a ride on a helicopter. Hell, Relena was a relatively open person -- she'd give you every detail of her whole life, if you wanted it. She was the child of her father, Geoffery Iron, a horny young construction worker, and her mother, some random whore hired to satisfy that horny construction worker's desires. Her mother had, of course, automatically abandoned her, leaving her to her father. Apparently, she looked pretty much like her mom, since Dad bore no resemblance to her whatsoever. Or maybe Dad wasn't really Dad at all. Who knew? She'd tell you how her father had died, and how she'd been taken by the Organization. How she'd escaped. How she'd returned to the streets of her home town. How she'd been gang-raped one night in her fifteenth year.. But you had to wonder. She didn't sound stupid. Indeed, she surely wasn't at all.. So how much of her story was true? The dark corners of Relena's life were yet to be lit: the holes in her story remained unpatched. And lies went undetected in the smoothe weave that was her life story. Stress " story ".. Because while Relena's story was, over all, relatively truthful, it wasn't perfectly so. No, there were a few fundamental details of her life that she was yet to share with anyone. But why not? Why not tell her story? Why? Because her story was already morbid enough. It would be inexcusable to reveal the whole of it. But hell .. there were a privelleged few who would be allowed the details, were they to ask. A morbid grin would play across her features as she turned from her beer to whomever that person would be: " So you want to hear a story, huh? " |
