Aria Capitolia was petite and look ever so breakable. With brown curls that flowed like the ocean. But the saying big things come in small packages was true with her. Her eye for weaponry was more of a passion. She loved to hold a gun right after she finished it. Or any weapon for that matter.<br/>The technical section was tight knit, like a family but she felt like she was missing something. Always did. Aria let out a sigh and continued her work. She carefully put the handle on the gun she was working on and smiled a sly smile.<br/><br/>"Done" The words flowed gracefully out of her mouth with velvet, melody touch. But don't let the softness of her voice fool you. Piss her off and she was hell. All 5'3", 120 pounds of her.<br/><br/>She held gun, and smiled proud of herself. Aria was never cocky, she had pride, but she used to her advantage. The gun had large six barrel that rotated after every shot. The handle had a cobra carved in it and was painted red. Each barrel had a round of bullets. each round held 30 bullets. Each bullet contained a small explosive that pack a very big punch. It was designed to kill stuff.<br/><br/>Aria thought to herself<span style="font-style: italic">I need fresh air.</span><br/>She put the gun in a holster she made that hung at her side. And began to walk to fresh air and a clear mind.