Nira Dixon D3 [Cb 4/5|DONE]

Born from the flames of her mother and the chill of her father, she became a tough girl. Parents who conflict with one another, always burning of freezing one another. Her life consisted of a constant battle between them. A war zone of words and saying that continuously fired day after day. She learned from them as they continued the onslaught of words and phrases. Observation of the fire and ice made her become the rough and tough girl she is.

The boys would be scared of her and the girls would hate her. Alone and angry is the way she grew up. The brunt of jokes and hatred hit off her skin as she was made of stone. The cold inside and the fire that mixed together made her hateful of everything. Her parents were awful. Her schoolmates were just as bad. That was until she reached the top. Growing into her body as people wanted to be her or be with her. The memories of the suffering behind her as she was the one who caused it now. Running around like she was the top leader.

"Do you even know who I am?"

Her voice feels so good out loud. Her fist ready for another fight like always. This was her life of fighting and fun. Nira was a girl who was born from fire and ice and could create mayhem wherever she would go. Destroying anyone that opposed her with the words and fists that she had a right to use. A smile falls on her face as the other girl keeps egging her on to hit her. She compiles happily, as fire and ice clash with a weak body. She feels alive.