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" How 'bout a hug fer yer ol' pal Merle? "
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Merle Dixon is a survivor of the outbreak, a minor antagonist and later one of the main protagonists of AMC's The Walking Dead. He is the older brother to Daryl Dixon. He made his debut appearance in "Guts". After displaying racist and aggressive behavior to other survivors, Merle was handcuffed to a pipe on a rooftop in Atlanta by Rick. He was forced to amputate his own hand when Walkers were approaching the roof through a door, since T-Dog had accidentally dropped the key to the handcuffs. Merle cauterized his own wounds and survived. Eventually he was found by a man named Philip and was taken to Woodbury. However, after Rick's group attacked the town, Merle was considered a traitor and fled Woodbury with Daryl.
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She stumbled on some stones, making a loud scratching sound. She paused, careful not to attract unwanted attention. She had some cuts and scrapes, and her face was pretty dirty. She held a crossbow tightly to her. It was small and scratched; but effective. She had a prosthetic leg that was ripped up and the titanium alloy was showing. Her brown eyes searched the area; scanning for something; anything to eat. She was watching for walkers too, of course. She soon came to a large building. A prison. She grinned hugely and headed straight for it. She held her bag of supplies tightly, her bright smile glimmering with hope. Whoever had inhabited it just had to let her in. This was her only chance of survival...
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She stumbled on some stones, making a loud scratching sound. She paused, careful not to attract unwanted attention. She had some cuts and scrapes, and her face was pretty dirty. She held a crossbow tightly to her. It was small and scratched; but effective. She had a prosthetic leg that was ripped up and the titanium alloy was showing. Her brown eyes searched the area; scanning for something; anything to eat. She was watching for walkers too, of course. She soon came to a large building. A prison. She grinned hugely and headed straight for it. She held her bag of supplies tightly, her bright smile glimmering with hope. Whoever had inhabited it just had to let her in. This was her only chance of survival...
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ooc. Hallllo~~
ooc; i kissed u and hello
ooc. :* dar ya go! sorry about not repling to your other comment! and yes 
i would love to role play~
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[ Merle knitted his brows, but suddenly softened. ]
"Best if y'jus' scamper off, or i'll shove m' bayonet up yer ass."
"Best if y'jus' scamper off, or i'll shove m' bayonet up yer ass."
He crosses his arms with a smirk. "Look's like y'forgot 'bout this one, brother."