m<a class="postlink" href="http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr268/Velkonsdarkness/Character/cggirl21.jpg">http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr26 ... girl21.jpg</a>m<br/>Age: 26<br/>Occupation: High Gen. Marines<br/>Name: Erica Flannel<br/>Personality: Spunky, diehard, random, hard fighter, & strong willed<br/>Other: accepts things easy but is replays to realize what she just did and has a mini "le gasp" moment five minutes after.Â<br/><br/>The desert sky was bright and had been since the General of the Marines got to there, why in Arabia though? Well her brother, Derik the second to highest officer of a different section of the Marines, had recently went MIA. She came to take over the troop but someone else was doing it. Erica was rather annoyed but let it happen, that was why she was in Arabia. But she still was wondering why someone would take her spot. As she pondered this her vehicle acted strange before she found herself in a pile of blown up jeep. She groaned and dragged herself from the heap of fire and exploded bits, rolling she laid on her back and closed her eyes. Her body was banged up pretty bad, her skin was coated in a film of bloody dirt and sand. Her body was in excruciating pain enough that she couldn't make a sound. Erica groaned and passed out.Â<br/><br/>Never once did she move when she got tripped/stumbled over, she had dragged her body quite a long way from the blast. By now she was on her belly laying down, her head turned left and covered in a thick layer of sand. It was as if she was in a deep comatose state now as whoever found her fixed her up. Once in a while her mind would open to let her see but not enough to be noticed. Erica had no recall of anyone saving her, in her mind she was dead. Never to be around again. Though when she was worked on the male seemed to have made her stronger, with a little better sight, and more agile(not to be confused with speed). Erica was still out either way but did start seeing images in her mind from what her brain had captured in short bursts.Â<br/><br/>When her brain began to function once again the General groaned and pursed her eyelids tighter before moving her hand to rub her forehead. Moving she sat up and doubled over from moving weird, squinting she looked around.<span style="font-style: italic">Where the bloody heck am I?</span>she thought and blinked. Some voice kept calling out and soon she realized it was for the man... Floating? Yeah, we'll go for "floating". Blinking she groaned and rubbed her head. Where was she? How did she get here? What is going on? Wait... Blinking she looked tithe medical gown and tugged lightly at it, why the hell was this on her? Then she noticed she was healed and clean. Erica poked to the floor, debating on whether or not to stand. Most movies people fell over on standing after a long laps and she didn't know how long she had been out so- yeah. Not getting up. Lifting her head she spoke to the man before her, "Hey, what's going on?" one question was all she needed. Yep, not one to do the gattalinggun question shoot.Â<br/><br/>Erica rubbed her head and groaned. Man who know lapses could make her so groggy. Well she had been out for three weeks so it was pretty explainable. Heck she didn't even remember what happened but she would once she felt less groggy.Â