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MoeMoe (#65000)

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2018-04-27 00:22:24

Main Roleplay Thread

PLEASE DO NOT TALK ABOUT ANYTHING HERE, THIS IS FOR CHARACTER SHEETS ONLY, EVERY REPLY WILL NOTIFY A MODERATOR. IF YOU WILL REPLY WITH A NON CHARACTER SHEET, THIS WILL BE TREATED AS SPAM.



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Character Sheets
Name
Should be self explanatory.

Age
What is your character's age?

Gender
What gender is your character physically? What gender do they identify as?

Specialization
What job, or hobbies, or any type of skill does your character have before being taken? Make sure to list the skills that would be useful in this situation. Other skills that are useless in this situation should still be noted. Don't be afraid of adding things that will help your character in this specific situation...the plot of the story may very take that into account. However, don't be afraid to add something totally different and useless in the situation as well.

Appearance
What does your character look like? What do they wear? How big are they? How tall? Please go into detail in this section. Note any health problems your character has as well.

Personality
What does your character generally act like? A few sentences in this part should be fine, I often find that encompassing all the details of a person's personality is difficult.

History
What's your character's history? Where do they last remember being before waking up here in the frozen peaks?

Baggage
What was your character wearing when they were taken, what were they carrying?

Other
Is there anything else I should know? Any pets? If you want to claim a pet spot, please make another mini character sheet in the same post for the animal.

Rp Sample
Please provide an rp sample if I have not rped with you before, or if I don't remember rping with you. Note that this will be a literate rp.


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MoeMoe (#65000)

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2018-06-14 10:25:53



NPC Strays
When rping these guys, please take note of their personalities. A shy dog won't likely be bold, and an aggressive dog won't likely take kindly to 'snuggles'.

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Name
Stray - Unamed

Owner
Unclaimed

Age
Unkown (4-5?)

Gender
Female

Breed
Akita (Mix?)

Appearance
With thick multicolored brindled fur, this stray may stand out a bit in the snow, but she won't likely be bothered by the cold as her apparent breed is well suited to battle the freezing temperature. This unnamed dog measures 23 inches at the shoulder and weighs in at 90lbs. She has arrowed ears, a thick tail, and brown eyes.

Personality
This female is quite smart, and it won't take long to figure this out. Additionally, this dog does not seem to be very wary of the humans she has found herself near...unfortunatley she seems quite aggressive when it comes to any type of food, water, and to a lesser extent, shelter. She will likley try and steal food whenever she has a chance, snap at other dogs who get too close or try and take her things, and bite a human who tries to get too friendly with her.

Other

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Name
Stray - Unamed

Owner
Unclaimed

Age
Unkown (2-4?)

Gender
Male

Breed
Great Pyreneese (Mix?)

Appearance
This male pure white in coloration and has a very cold resistant coat, making him very well adapted to the setting the group has found themselves in. He is thickly built, measuring 32 inches at the shoulder and weighing 120lbs when well fed. This male has copper eyes, floppy ears, a beautifully feathered tail, and huge paws.

Personality
This stray seems very skittish, shying away from other dogs and humans and keeping his distance from the rabble. Not prone to aggression unless attacked, the only reason this male will get near to humans is for food and water....and even then he tends to stand back until the coast is clear.

Other


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Name
Stray - Unamed

Owner
Unclaimed

Age
Unkown (3-6?)

Gender
Female

Breed
Rough Collie (Mix?)

Appearance
A multicolored dog with an elegant nose, beautifully long fur, and partially perked ears, this female seems relatively well fit for battling the elements on her own though her coloration does bode well for hunting or hiding. This stray weighs in at 50lbs, though the sheer amount of fur she has makes her look quite a bit heavier. Additionally, her shoulder height measures at 22 inches, her legs making up most of it.

Personality
This dog seems to be quite the wanderer, going to explore and hunt on her own from anywhere from an hour or two to a whole day only to keep returning to the group of humans she first found herself near in this frosty environment. This female tends to keep her distance, but can be coaxed into being touched if offered a tasty treat.

Other

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Name
Stray - Unamed

Owner
Unclaimed

Age
Unkown (2-4?)

Gender
Male

Breed
Golden Retriever (Mix?)

Appearance
A beautiful shade of gold, this male obviously holds strong blood in the golden retriever department. Despite his relatively long coat, this male's fur is not quite made for very cold temperatures and he is at risk of ill-health or even death if the temperature drops below 20 degrees Fahrenheit and he is not kept moving. This dog has a height of 23 inches and weighs in at 75lbs.

Personality
This male is actually pretty friendly for a stray, a bit shy, but he seems to enjoy a good scratch and is very friendly with other dogs. He has a habit of bringing in anything and everything he has found while wandering through the snow, whether that be food (ie prey) or something buried in the snow. He does even better when rewarded for his little discoveries.

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MoeMoe (#65000)

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"People get built different. We don't need to figure it out...we just need to respect it."

Marcilyn Eldrich

Age
25 Years

Gender
Female
Bisexual

Specialization
~Knows survival tactics when it comes to the cold~
~Can use a bow and most guns~
~Knows how to hunt (better when using modern equipment)~
~Has considerable knowledge of computers~
~Has unofficial experience in dog training~
~She knows how to play a ukelele, guitar, and harmonica~

Appearance
Standing at 5ft 4inches and weighing in at 168lbs, Marcilyn is about average height and weight for a woman of her age. Though she is less fit than she was in her younger years, the female is still quite healthy and has no known medical problems. Marcilyn was born with blond, almost white, hair that hasn't darkened with age though it is currently dyed a dark blue that will fade away as time plods along. Marcilyn has a love for heavy plaid shirts, blue or black jeans, and can often be found wearing leather combat boots whenever possible.

Quite pale in coloration, Marcilyn's great-grandparents on her father's side hailed from Germany, while her mother's side (looking a bit farther back into their history) hailed from Sweden. Marcilyn has a rather round face, a semi-large nose, and average sized lips. Her build has more shoulder width than the average female, and her limbs are shorter than what is usually seen in the fairer gender.

Personality
Quiet, though sharp spoken when words come to her, Marcilyn is one of few words and little sound unless she is singing or humming. Marcilyn is an introspective soul, and often gets lost in her own thoughts, oblivious to the world until the second or third call of her name grabs her attention and returns her to reality. The young woman will offer a hand when it suits her, but won't go out of her way to make friends, not minding the company of only herself. This woman has the knowledge and independence to do things without being asked...though she does perfectly fine if given instructions to follow.

History
Born and raised in the northern part of Idaho near Coeur d' Alene, Marcilyn is no stranger to the cold, having been raised on a small ranch for the majority of her life before moving to Pennsylvania during her late teens and early twenties when joining the military and attended boot camp.

Never having to see any real action when it came to the military, Marcilyn served a short service before attending Pennslyvania State, where she has been studying animation, 3D modeling, and computer science with the help of the benefits given to her for her service.

As for home life, Marcilyn's mother passed away during her freshman year of high school, from a nasty cancer that had infected her lungs (likely because of her youthful habit of smoking during her younger years). As a result, Marcilyn's father and brother are her only remaining close relatives, whom she has a very good and wholesome relationship with despite how far they live from her. Additionally, Marcilyn has a half- great aunt ( half-sister to her mother's father), who she used to know well as a child, but who she hasn't talked to for several years.

Baggage
Backpack
Pocket Knife--Lighter--Chemistry Textbook--Math Textbook
Computer Science Manual--Chemistry Saftey Goggles--Water Cannister
Lunch Bag (Sandwich Inside)--Collar --Leash--Paper--3 Notebooks
Dog Bowl--Doodle Book--Pencil Pouch & Assorted Writing Utensils--Service Dog Vest
Her smartphone, headphones, and earbuds

Other

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Name
Copper

Owner
Marcilyn Eldritch

Age
3 Years

Gender
Male

Breed
Bernese Mountain Dog

Appearance
A Bernese Mountain dog standing at 27inches at the shoulder and weighing in at 106lbs, Copper has a thick coat of tricolor fur and brown eyes. The male has a boxy muzzle, floppy ears, and a feathered tail. Built to withstand the cold, the dog should have little issue with cold weather unless things get particularly wet, at which point the dog could get weighed down by his fur.

Personality
Cautious of strangers unless introduced, Copper is a quite an affectionate dog who has a fierce line of loyalty for his owner. This male could possibly become aggressive if his owner is approached with threatening behavior. However, usually his bark is much worse than his bite and he won't become physically aggressive unless it is the last option.

Other

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"Kids! I can't find the remote and I refuse to stand up!"

Alice Hamilton

Age
57 Years

Gender
Female
Heterosexual

Specialization
Crop Harvesting/Gardening
Farming/Animal Husbandry
Can use a rifle & shotgun
Expert Horse Trainer
Can train dogs/mostly for herding
Can speak German, Swedish, Chinese, in addition to English.
Unofficial Dog Training
Knows most cars and some planes/helicopters inside & out
Can drive a plane & helicopter

Appearance
Quite short (likely due to the Chinese aspect of her ancestry), Alice stands at only 4ft 11inches, and weighs only 116lbs. She's a hardy old woman, with tanned wrinkled skin and a lean hardy build (with a slight belly pouch likely due to a few too many beers), a light brown almost bronze gaze, and a thick helmet of curly hair that has maintained it's black coloration (other than the few stray silver streaks) as her age has advanced. This woman has quite the mixed ancestry, though most of the blood she can claim comes from central China and northern Sweden, despite the fact that she herself was born in America.

This woman likes to wear sturdy leather boots, a cowboy hat, plaid long sleeve shirts, faded jeans and the occasional ring. She has a few tattoos, though the only noticeable ones can be seen peeking out of her shirt collar on the left side, and snaking down her arm on her right.

Personality
Bold and blunt, Alice is a woman who won't mince words and has a streak of honesty and stubbornness that only increases with each passing second. This is a woman who has quite a bit of knowledge in some areas but can be ridiculously close-minded and ignorant in other respects.

Despite the fact that she can come off as rude, and perhaps even narrow-minded, one thing that Alice has going for her is, as mentioned before, is her honesty and her passion for life as well as her (well hidden) selfless disposition when it comes to those she loves. A show of physical or spoken affection, whether large or small, is almost unheard of for the old woman...but her actions often speak more than words when times of danger come to pass.

History
Raised in a redneck part of eastern Texas, Alice spent her youth working on a ranch with her many siblings (some fully related to her, some only carrying half of her blood). She lived there for quite awhile until she was able to get a position as an airforce mechanic in the military when she was in her early twenties. After having served for several years in this position, Alice eventually became trained as a pilot, until the age of 42 years. Due to some unspoken of issues/circumstances within the military, and about a year spent talking to shrinks while staying on as a reserve, Alice has given an honorable discharge her only child, unfortunately, dying in childbirth shortly before.

The middle-aged woman traveled for a couple years, only to find herself working back at her childhood ranch, and housing her half-niece and her family while the young woman struggled against nasty cancer in her lungs.

A year or two later the family moved up to Idaho, leaving Alice to her childhood ranch, and the budding horse breeding and training project she had started, in addition to growing crops and breeding cattle. Last Alice remembers, she had fallen asleep in her bed (fully clothed and exhausted mind you, not bothering to change in her nighty it's her damn house after all) after a long day of work on the ranch.

Baggage
Two pocket knives, one a long deadly thing, and the other a multi-tool.
Some baling twine she had stuffed in her pocket
Pepper spray she keeps hidden in her boot
Some medical cloth in case she cuts herself
Her old flip-phone
A lighter (though she managed to quit smoking awhile back, carrying it around is more of a habit now)

Other
If you have not noticed, she is Marcilyn's Great Half-Aunt.


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"I never look back darling, it distracts from the now."

Caroline Oakley

Age
25 Years

Gender
Female
Bisexual

Specialization
Fashion
Caroline has quite the taste in clothing. She knows the how to find something comfortable, useful, and in style.

Materials
Spending so much time around clothing definitely gives one considerable knowledge of the material do's and do not's. Caroline knows how to properly take care of certain materials while at the same time knowing where their strengths and weaknesses lie.

Science
Hidden beneath a shallow mask, is a passion for everything and anything science. Caroline, though she admits it or not, is a genius when it comes to anything scientific. She has a deep knowledge of a great many aspects of science, from chemistry to physics, to more technological sciences like cs. However, Caroline will not willingly offer up her knowledge, or (heaven forbid) admit she has a passion for such a thing.

Appearance
With a thick head of pitch black, micro-braided hair, that is lengthened to past her shoulder blades with extensions, Caroline is an individual who instantly catches the eye with high cheekbones, a very dark complexion inherited from African American and African ancestors, and full lips often painted a vibrant color that complements her skin color. She stands at a slightly above average height of 5ft 6inchs often towering even higher with high heels and/or platform shoes.

This woman has uniquely light eyes for her genetic history, a vibrant shade of darkened brass with a piercing quality that is more due to the personality hidden beneath rather than the expertly applied makeup to accentuate her best features.

Caroline can be found in a wide variety of different wardrobes, often changing once or twice during the day. The only constant? The outfits are usually more appropriate for their environment than they at first may seem, they undoubtedly usually compliment her figure, involve fashionable scarves, and always involve her sunglasses. (For a very good reason...as they are prescription. She is, unfortunately, as blind as a bat. Only one person outside of her family knows this and she'd rather keep it that way. She has contacts and regular glasses for backup...but they are basically for life or death situations.)


Personality
Shallow, opinionated, and stubborn on the surface, Caroline can come across as a spoilt sharp-tongued woman with no understanding of proper humility or kindness. The truth, hidden carefully under a seemingly dumb surface, is that Caroline is in fact very intelligent (bordering genius levels in the IQ level) but prefers to hide her mind from everyone she knows due to ingrained insecurities even she herself is hard put to nail down or express with the written or vocal word.

Truth be told, Caroline is very manipulative in addition to being quite intelligent, always trying her best to keep a cold distance from even her closest friends and family. This woman will undoubtedly try and become influential in whatever setting she is put in, while at the same time coming across as the weakest link or the damsel in distress.

History
Caroline has an extensive history, once had a sibling, but is now the only child of her family. Suffice to say, though her history is quite lengthy...most if not all of it is of little consequence (or she likes to think of it as of little consequence) to the person she is now. This woman comes from a family of money, and likley won't answer any questions about her family, her friends, or anything personal at all unless you yourself have somehow (against very bad odds) have found a place in her well-gaurded heart.

One peice of her history that should be noted, in light of the current circumstances, is the fact that she attended Pennsylvannia State and was in a relationship with Marcilyn Eldrich for quite awhile before breaking up with the woman nearly half a year ago. She has no intention of reuniting with the woman (though she herself, unbknownst to her, would be more willing when it came to that option than Marcilyn herself who has truly moved on and whom would not consider it even an option). Despite her best efforts, Caroline Oakley is still very much in love with Marcilyn Eldrich...she will have to come to terms with the fact that this time...the past is truly in the past when it comes to her scorned ex.

Baggage
Leather Purse -
Lipstick
Makeup
Hairpins
Lockpicks
Phone
Wallet + Cards, Cash & ID
Pepper Spray
Small Handgun
Makeup Wipes
Tissues

Other
May of forgotten something, certainly hope not.





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VeraLynn (#115583)

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2018-06-18 18:38:51

Sean Kennedy
Yakov Nikolai Pavlovsky
Male | Bisexual | Single | Twenty-seven

Specializations |
- K-9 officer specializing in narcotics and tracking
- Basic hand-to-hand combat
- Advanced knowledge of dog training
- Skilled in various weaponry
- Knows emergency first aid and basic medical care
- Is really good at Hockey
- Can speak both English and Russian

Appearance | Weighing in at 240 pounds and just shy of 6'5'', Yakov presents an intimidating form. He is neither pale nor tan, rather a creamy shade in between. His short, neat kept hair is a dark brown with hints of a lighter shade on the ends. He likes to be clean shaven though a five o’clock shadow shows up every now and then. His face is rather angular, sporting a well defined jaw and a heavy brow bone. His eyes are a deep blue with hints of grey along the iris.

He is in rather good shape from his job and playing in an amateur hockey league. He prides himself on his form, regularly spending time in the gym. However do to a recent work accident, he is recovering from a gunshot to his thigh. Luckily the skin is nearly healed and it only becomes bothersome in colder temperatures.

Personality | Rather loud and outgoing, Yakov is willing to make friends with anyone. He enjoys spending time with people and dreads being isolated. However he can occasionally have a short temper and go off on those around him. While he is not the best at dealing with his emotions he is fantastic with helping others cope. He does have issues with forming deep romantic relationships, but platonic relationships are a breeze for him.

History | He was born and raised in Boise, Idaho. He was raise by two Russian immigrants who desired for their child to succeed. He had an older and a younger sister, often fighting with at least one of them. He treasured time with his father who was often gone as he was a solider. Yet when his dad retired when Yakov was thirteen, he couldn’t have been happier. His father often took him on hunting and fishing trips, though the latter was often a bore for him.

After he graduated high school he went into the local college and got a degree in criminology. From there he quickly moved up the ranks and because a Detective shortly after. Along he way he met a lovely woman. The two need up having a child together and got engaged. Yet it all feel apart when the family was hit by a drunk driver. His fiancé died, though his daughter lived.

Yakov ended up raising his daughter by himself, with the help of his parents, and managed to become a Lieutenant. He finally got his life back on track and was on the lead for a big bust when he passed out, only to wake in unknown mountains with strangers.

Baggage | Small Police duffle
- Pepper spray
- Glock 22 pistol(fully loaded)
- Two spare magazines(full)
- Three protein bars
- Dog treats
- Police baton
- Two bullet proof vests(One for him and one for Artie)
- Water bottle
- Handcuffs
- Utility tool
- Harness for Artie

Heart of the Valley's Denali
Artie
Male | Three | King Shepherd | Yakov

Appearance | Artie weighs in at 140 pounds and reaches 30 inches at the shoulder. He is broad chested and muscular. His head is a little bit large, giving him a lumbering appearance despite the fact that he is agile. His double coat is long and gives him almost a lion mane around his neck. He is a ruddy red that fades down to cream on his paws. He has the traditional black sable and mask markings of his breed. His almond shaped eyes are a glowing amber.

Personality | He is rather suspicious of most strangers, though he would attack or even growl unless he gets a cue from Yakov. He is extremely loyal and devoted, relying on Yakov, but also providing for him as well. He seems to have boundless energy and can go for days. Though at times he can get rather sullen and occasionally stubborn when he believes he knows better than the humans around him.

Other
- The King Shepherd is a dog breed developed from crossing German Shepherd Dog with Shiloh Shepherd and long-coated European lines of German Shepherd along with Malamutes.
- I have read and understand the rules of this roleplay, though I really don’t want Yakov to die.
- All photos link back to their original photographer.
- I might be okay with Harlow dying.

Rp Sample
The black clad figure crouched down against the wall, his gloves hand curled around his dog’s harness. Looking across the darkened doorway to the swat leader, he released his dog at the woman’s signal. Artie shot of like a rocket and charged into the doorway. A split second later he followed along with the team.

Yakov threw himself to the ground as he heard the pinging sound of a pistol. That was followed by barking and a heavy thud on the concrete floor. Peering through the darkness he managed to locate his canine who was pinning down a rather skinny looking white dude. He clicked his tongue softly for the dog to release and bent down to handcuff the felon. While he was busy detaining one member of the group, another had managed to avoid to tactical team. The figure took a shot at Yakov, aiming for his head. Yakov was saved only by the fact that he stood up at the same moment. However he fell back to the ground at the impact of the bullet as it tore through his thigh. Curses to himself he tries to scoot away from the shooter. While Artie lept to apprehend the man.

With the help from another officer, the shooter was the last of the gang to detained. Yakov tore a strip off the bottom of his shirt to press against the wound. Yet it was soon soaking, though by then his fellow officers had helped him out of the building and gotten an ambulance. Though he fought to stay at the scene, he was eventually bundled off to the hospital on the promise that Artie would be dropped off at Yakov’s parents until he himself could get home.




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Ser Isles (#57298)

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Name
Xavier Morrison

Age
16

Gender
Male

Specialization
Crafting (Leatherwork and smithing in particular)
Good with animals
Hoarder
Not a people person (Honestly a lil paranoid)
Cold resistant (He's used to it)
Good endurance and strength (Tenacious buff boi but not vry speedy)
Scavenger (Possibly a crow in human form? If it can be yoinked it's getting yoinked)

Appearance
A little tall for his age at 5'8 and in that awkward bean-pole stage of growth. Though most would assume him to be made of lean muscle, his body is more built for endurance and power. He's stronger than most children his age, easily able to lift 15kg but struggling towards 18kg. He's able to pace himself for long periods of time, completely lacking in burst speed. His skin is nearly paper-white and heavily dotted with freckles. He burns easily in the sun and has taken to wearing hoodies and jeans to avoid it. He's used to the cold and as little as 16° is enough to start him sweating. His features are very bright, from his curly red hair to his emerald green eyes. He has a very tense stance.

Personality
Nervous, jittery, distrustful, suspicious are all words to describe Xavier. He keeps himself guarded, always on alert. He doesn't ask for help and is immediately suspect of anyone offering it to him, especially if the offer is "for free". He'll always offer something in return, as if bargaining will prevent something from happening. He is almost entirely distrustful of adults, much preferring the company of those younger than him. Even a little anxiety causes his hands to shake and a bad shock will cause a panic attack. He would very much be diagnosed with GAD or PPD if he ever went to a therapist. Despite his fear of everything, he's curious. Mysteries intrigue him as much as they terrify and he'll do anything to investigate them. His curiosity is one of the only things that trumps his fear.

History
His dad was a man of many skills, owning a small farm and shop. By profession he was a farrier, but he was known to be able to do anything with leather or metal. Xavier took after him in many ways, though he was never forced into the trade. If he was curious about something his dad was doing, his dad would tell him how to do it. He wanted his son to learn as much as he possibly could. When he didn't know something, such as when Xavier showed an affinity for the horses they owned, he'd hire a tutor for his son.
At a young age, however, Xavier went missing. He returned a few weeks later, believing he'd been kidnapped and escaped, though there was no sign of it happening. He stayed with his father for a few more years before leaving home, convinced his presence would put his father in danger. He's been homeless for a year now.
His last memory had been falling asleep in a train station before waking up on the mountain.

Baggage
Xavier was wearing worn boots, jeans, a short-sleeved blue t-shirt, a dark grey hoodie, and a backpack.
His backpack contains a 1L water bottle, 5 packets of instant noodles, soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, bandaids, two rolls of bandages, roll-on deodorant, a bottle of SPF 50 Sunscreen, and a small switchblade.

Other
He's got a fair Scottish accent but talks slowly and annunciations to ensure he's understood. The more panicked he gets the more noticeable the accent. Basically this but slowly rising to 1.25 speed.
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Vespering [MAIN] (#33076)

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2018-06-18 22:46:37


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Baldur Ólafursson

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36 years old.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Cis Male.

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
• Baldur knows his way around a gun.

• Excellent tracking, fishing and hunting skills.

• Minor knowledge of first-aid, but it's relatively minimal. Just enough to keep you from bleeding to death until a professional arrives.

• He's a pretty big dude. Strength and weight will likely prove either an asset or his downfall, perhaps both. Overall though he's a hardy, durable guy and his face is evidence enough he's lived through plenty of bullshit.

• Surprisingly sufficient cook. He can make almost anything worth eating.

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A man of intimidating size, reaching 6'5". He has jet black, medium length hair made up of subtle waves, unusually tame and neat for a being who spent most of his time in the wilds rather than anywhere a decent brush might be available. His eyes are seafoam green, quite bright compared to his dark hair and either filled with emotion or containing none at all. His complexion is dusky with cool olive undertones.

Baldur's skin is scarred, evidence of a rough existence up to this point. His build is burly and powerful, endurance and strength clearly where his talents lie over stealth or agility. His facial features are somewhat sharp with a strong, chiseled jawline and defined cheekbones, his nose curving forward in an aquiline shape. Regardless of his oversized appearance, he still manages to come across as cultured and refined.

Pᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Grim and melancholy. Baldur is generally a quiet man who keeps to himself when left unoccupied. He watches those under his care with keen eyes and intense silence, more than willing to allow others authoritative roles as leadership is of little interest to him. Conversations tend not to last unless he becomes invested in either the discussion at hand or the speaker.

Surprisingly, he is a rather eloquent narrator himself when motivated, someone who can easily put his listeners at ease, strike fear into their hearts or incite them to violence. In the rare moments he's feeling talkative he often proves philosophical and nostalgic. His sense of humor, what little he has, tends to be so dry most are unable to tell if and when he's joking.

Hɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ
WARNING | Minor, non-detailed mentions of child abuse/neglect.

Raised in Húsavík, Iceland by a single parent. He was often neglected and left to entertain himself by his mother, who was far more interested in living her life over tending to her only child. Young and overwhelmed by his presence in her life, it was easier to leave the boy in her parents care or by himself once he grew old enough to tend to his own needs. As a result, Baldur was reasonably self-sufficient from a young age, but also quiet and uninterested in bonding with other children his age.

While his mother was never physically abusive, the same could not be said for the men she often brought home, and as such Baldur's childhood isn't a time he remembers fondly. The desperate desire to capture his mother's attention subsided by the time he was 12, and he merely ignored her in return, straying from home more frequently in favor of staying with his grandparents.

He found work in town after school hours, becoming involved in the fishing industry. Overall it wasn't a terrible arrangement, but commercial fishing is not for the faint of heart and his managers often overworked him and the other young people under their employment. He began working for the company full time shortly after turning 16; all mandatory schooling completed and uninterested in seeking further education despite his apparent intelligence.

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• A fishing knife set and military compass shoved into his right pocket.

• The pistol attached to his belt and a package of bullets kept in his left pocket.

• First-aid kit.

• LED flashlight and a half-filled water container.

• Bag of dog treats.

• A 28 gram Eitt Sett bar (black licorice covered in chocolate) and a large pack of Hardfiskur (dried fish).

• A few books.

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Far From Home - Five Finger Death Punch.

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Pepper | 2 Years Old | Female | Newfoundland

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A typical Newfie. Bright and good-natured, Pepper is a gentle giant. The girl doesn't have a mean bone in her body, eager to cover every human being within range in slobbery kisses. She is still quite young and has a bit of growing up to do, her overall demeanor playful and pupish. Despite her kindly, goofy nature she is a noble guardian at her core. She will do all she can to protect the people and other canines around her, even if that means potentially risking life and limb to keep them safe. Protecting others is a Newfoundland's duty in her mind after all.

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[Please let me know if I need to change something. My apologies on the length!]

Name
Kyro Ficke

Age
20 years old.

Gender
Male

Specialization
-Is competent in Krav Maga
-Though he prefers hand to hand combat, he can also use knives
-Skilled in crafting, his forte being creating various snares and traps
-Trapping is one of his finer specialties
-Amateur cook
-Knows basic first aid
-Is above average at skinning

-Has been hiking/trapping since he was 16, so his endurance is fairly great.

Appearance
Though he wishes he had hit a more favorable height, Kyro hit 5’10 and that’s when his body decided enough was enough. He is very self-conscious about his looks and as such, weighs in around 142 pounds. Despite being on the thinner side, he does sport a fairly lean set of muscles due to his training in Krav Maga. He has straight deep black hair that stops right above his eyes. His eyes are an intense rich dark brown framed by thick, dark eyelashes. His lips could easily be described as feminine looking as he wears a defined cupid’s bow with a thin upper lip. His skin could be viewed as a healthy darker tan color. He has long scars running down his arm from a cougar attack. Kyro’s wardrobe consists of basic colors: Black, Grey, and White, with a splash of red. He is unnaturally fond of beanies, and it is rare to see him without some hat or another. He has no known or diagnosed illnesses that he is aware of.

Personality
Though Kyro may seem as if he has a mysterious or cold air about him at first, he’s simply just extremely shy. But what he lacks in self confidence in the social area, he more than makes up for it in hard work ethic. Not one to complain, he can often be found mutely working or tinkering with one thing or another. If one manages to make it past his shy exterior, they’ll find Kyro is surprisingly talkative and friendly around those he is comfortable with. Since he often doesn’t easily make friends, the ones he does have he’s loyal to a fault to. Being very much ride or die, he can easily be manipulated by those he’s let behind his walls.

History
Kyro was born as a single child in a small town in Minnesota with roughly a population of 43 people. Due to this, he never really had to practice his social skills, since everyone knew everyone in his small world. His father was excused from the active military due to an injury that prevented him from fulfilling his duties. But, that never stopped him from passing what he learned onto his son, namely Krav Maga and survival skills. His father was very strict and drilled into his son that hard work was essential to living a life worth living.

His mother was a gentle and quiet soul, who would often be caught staring off into the distance or watching life go on without participating in it. She had come from Asia, intent on studying English abroad and then returning, but had fallen in love with his father and stayed. When he was roughly about sixteen, his mother had decided to suddenly leave back to the country she so desperately missed, when his father and him had left to pick up some supplies from the city.

His father went into a stupor and became quiet after realizing the love of his life was gone, rarely leaving his bedroom. To Kyro, it felt as if his dad had left him as well. But Kyro stood by his father, becoming the caretaker of their one hundred and fifty-acre home by himself. He learned through need to become self-sufficient, trapping for extra food and picking up other small and useful skills such as basic first aid.

Kyro’s last memory is of hiking through his father’s land, checking his laid-out traps with Soba.

Baggage
Hiking backpack
- 3 Small game snares
- Wire and String
- Sleeping Bag
- Six sticks of Duck Jerky, a Ziploc bag filled with dog food, and Two Apples
- Matches
- Water Bottle: Half empty
- Band aids
- 2 Black shirts and a pair of dark denim jeans
- A skinning knife and leather folded knife holster
- Whetstone

Other
Soba is his dog and I read and agree to the rules of this roleplay.

Rp Sample
Blood. The coppery scent filled the air, making him involuntary wrinkle his nose in distaste. His steps slowed, his eyes roving over the surrounding area with an alert caution. Something wasn’t right. Slowly he inched forward, his eyes going skipping towards Soba, who more often than not was his only alert system.

Soba’s hackles were raised, and her dark lips were pulled back to reveal her sharp and dangerous looking pearly whites. A low warning growl ripped out of her mouth as her ears pinned themselves to the back of her head. Definitely not a great sign. He swung his eyes back in the direction she faced, now certain more than ever that a potential threat lurked somewhere nearby.

Kyro paused, unsure. His snares were only made to hold smaller wildlife. Sometimes, very rarely, a passing predator would take advantage of the helpless prey caught in one of his snares. But Soba had never reacted to this extent. What could she smell?

He wasn’t sure, but he was no fool. He’d back off and check this area again in a couple of days. With a soft call, he called out to Soba, intent on moving on from this area as quickly as possible, when suddenly an outraged scream shattered the stillness.

Suddenly the undergrowth exploded. All he managed to get a glimpse of was a tan blur before something hit him head on, knocking all the breath from his body. He hit the ground hard, his head making a loud THWACK sound as it collided with the unwelcoming earth. For a moment he lay there stunned his mouth gaping, desperately seeking the air that had escaped.

He sucked in a deep breath, his head pounding, when the next thing he noticed was the searing burning sensation in his arms. He let out a deafening scream, his mind exploding with pain.
The Mountain Lion let out another savage scream, as it lunged in for the kill. Only his quick instinct of throwing up his arm saved his life. Needle sharp teeth enclosed on his arm, causing him to shriek in agony…

[End of Sample, sorry it got so long! D:]



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[Hope I did the picture thing right ^^;]

Name
Soba

Owner
Kyro Ficke

Age
4 years old

Gender
Female

Breed
Norwegian Elkhound

Appearance
Soba weighs in at 49 pounds and is roughly 20 inches in height. Her tail curls on her back, and she has a very thick double coat to help keep out the cold. Her eyes are an amiable light brown, and her coat is a lighter grey with black ears and muzzle.

Personality
Soba is a bit aloof with strangers, however if she trusts you she is extremely genial and eager to please. However it is important to note that she has a large independent streak and will sometimes pointedly ignore orders or commands. She is friendly with other dogs, but draws the line on any other animal; choosing to see most other creatures as prey instead of companion. Due to her breeding, as well as her lifestyle, Soba has an endurance that can go on for days. If she isn't properly exercised she becomes very moody and is prone to snapping.






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【Name】
Alexander Livitch Thomas.
Often shortened to Alex, or, "Tommy" should you wish to draw his ire.

【Age】
29

【Gender】
Cis Male.

【Specialization】
-Paramedicine {Formerly, a pre-med student}
-Able to provide Advanced Life Support.
-Knowledgeable on pharmaceuticals and ailments, along with their varying treatments.
-Expertize in emergency medicine.
-Able to handle firearms, if not due to rougher times in his lifehood.
-Decent endurance.

【Appearance】
For a man of medicine, Alexander doesn't look as friendly or approachable as one might stereotype someone working within his field ought to be. Given his height, naturally tall at 6'2, and his heavy built frame, Alex can be imposing to some, despite his overall harmlessness.
Couple that in with Resting Bitch Face Syndrome, and you have a man who perpetually looks irked.
When he smiles, it is often characteristically lopsided.

His shoulders and chest are wider, although, he is not overly muscular and maintains a fair balance between a more fit physique and an average one. Among his chest are the scatterings of vitiligo, creating a pigment much lighter than his natural skin tone- which is a deep olive with bronze highlights.
He is rather insecure in regards to the condition and tries to hide it as best he can, though he can do little to naught to cover the tracings of it on his hands.
A long scar runs down the length of his rib cage.

Alexander's face maintains a rugged air to it, with a relatively chiseled jaw and cheekbones of a higher set. His nose curves slightly at the tip and along lies pink, faded scar- one he attests he has little idea as to how he obtained it.
Freckles dust the areas around his nose and cheeks. His eyes are lined with thick lashes and are bright green, with specklings of a more earthy, brown hue towards the pupil and a darker ring around the iris itself.

His thick hair falls in curled waves, about medium in length, and is of a dark, chocolate brown hue that borders on black with a faint hinting of red tones. Alexander often keeps it neatly tucked behind his ears. Stubble lines his jaw.

【Personality】
A man brimming with internal confliction, many intricacies underline his intentions and actions, making him, at times, a bit of a challenging individual to handle.
There would be no lie in saying even Alexander himself knows not what he wants from life.

Being highly ambitious, driven when motivation strikes him, Alexander pursues attractive opportunities that arise with fervor.
This tendency oft makes him a hard worker with remarkable diligence, however, make no mistake; this inclination does not come without problems.
Alex can become utterly absorbed in his work, rarely opting to give himself a break, be it needed or not.
The habit is not healthy, but it's also not one he'll willingly admit to, lest you drag it out of him, as stubborn as he can be.

Faults aside, Alexander has a markable aptitude for medicine. His bedside manner, however, is not particularly the best.
While not intentionally rude- well, for the most part- per se, his blunt and at times wry manner of speech can easily lead someone to misconstrue him as insensitive or cold.

Outside of work, Alex is victim to different vices, a given as he is a pleasure seeker to his core, spending many a night in taverns with the warmth of alcohol but an order away. Of course, he tries to keep a lid on these vices with notably varying levels of success.
His impulsiveness makes him terrible with finances and can often put him in tight places by way of poor decision making. While on the job he is competent and highly skilled, off work he can justly be described as a loose cannon.

Interpersonal relationships are where things can get a tad complicated. Due to his upbringing, Alexander has significant issues forming and maintaining deep connections with others. The very thought of being emotionally close to another terrifies him, so, as a defense mechanism, he keeps people at a safe distance despite craving connections with those around him.

Despite this, Alexander socializes with ease, proving to have the gift of gab, though his tongue can be quite sharp at times which in and of itself can be off-putting to some.
Alex has a leaning to being promiscuous and can be teasingly flirtatious with no real intent behind it.
His fear of close, intimate relationships makes it hard for him to settle down, however.
He is, somehow, utterly oblivious to when someone is flirting with him or overly interested.

He can become blind to faults in others once he gains a certain level of closeness with them and can, thus, fall engrossed into relations that are toxic.
Alex is a person easily manipulated if circumstances align right, which, along with his lack of immediate forethought and a "pendulum morality," explains many of the unfavorable conditions in which he finds himself.


【History】
tw; mentioning of drug abuse
Alexander was of human birth and raised in the rural reaches of the south.
His mother, Olivia Thomas, still at a young twenty-four, passed shortly after his birth due to a sudden rise in complications. His father, on the other hand, never involved himself in Alex's life past conception.
While he no longer holds strong emotions when it comes to his mother’s death, he prefers not to dwell on thoughts of her.
Some things are better left buried in the past.

With his father absent from his life, having little interest in rearing a child, Alexander was left in the care of his grandfather, Phillip Thomas.
It was with Philip that Alex was raised in affluence and, in many ways, utter isolation.
Phillip was a religious man by nature, almost to an extreme. Along with raising cattle and horses, he also owned and ran a church.
Alexander was strictly home-schooled by his grandfather, his education laced with religious undertones, often integrated into spiritual sessions.

Secluded from kids his age, lest they are an immoral influence, the opportunities where he could mingle with other children were scarce, save the few in Philip's congregation. Along with being kept apart from much of the community, his grandfather had not been a very emotionally open man, suppressing any affection, thus teaching Alex to do the same. Emotions equated to weakness.

These circumstances left Alex notably co-dependent, becoming a perpetual source of constant internal struggle for him, as he seeks for bonds he never had the opportunity to make during his youth.
Alex continued to live under the strict thumb of his grandfather until he hit the age of 18. With little in the way of forethought or warning, he packed what belongings he had and made his way northbound.

There was opportunity rife in the city, and Alexander pursued after it eagerly.
He started by getting his feet wet in the medical field, fascinated by its complexity. With what little money he could scrape together, he attended classes in Emergency Medicine at the primary level. After all, the basics were the foundations for even the most exceptional of doctors. When not in school, Alexander spent what free time he had reeducating himself at a nearby library, hungering for knowledge not found in his grandfather’s teaching.
After completion of his course, he went on to pursue Paramedicine while budgeting till, with eventuality, he could attempt to specialize in a field and earn his doctorate.
Of course, his impulsiveness has left him struggling with funding, so, often he participates in small-time drug dealings of prescription level medications, his involvement delving into such an intensity that he cannot find himself able to leave the operation by any oversimplified means.
Before awakening in the bitter frost, Alexander found himself caught with a foot in two moralistic doors, and, utterly stressed and unable to cope with his circumstances, he had bought booze and drank in his car before passing out, classy as ever.


【Baggage】
Not a lot, unfortunately for him.
-Small, tattered black backpack.
-Set of keys.
-Several bottles of hard liquor.
- A bottle of prescription level pain medication {Fetanyl} and seizure/anxiety medication {Ativan}.
- Pack of matches.
- A penlight.
- A silver lighter.
- Pack of cheap cigarettes.

【Other】
Alex has a minute fear of dogs, although, he won't admit to it.
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Luxaeus [hiatus] (#78363)


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Kaden Mitchells

"When you forgive
you don't change the past
but you do change the future"


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|Age|
25

|Gender|
Birthed Female | Genderfluid
Currently goes by She/Her pronouns

|Specialization|
She can mix a nasty drink. Just kidding but besides that, Kaden can be pretty stealthy in any given situation although some are difficult for her. She can easily switch from one persona to another in a matter of seconds. (Thanks drama class c; ) As another factor, twisting her words can be somewhat of a challenge for her as she is more blunt in her comments. Although these skills can be quite handy in the real world, or more so in her old career, they can serve as a terrible ability in this situation. She would actually not try and trick the other people and learn to trust them. She is trying to learn on having faith in others!
She also knows very little hand-to-hand combat due to perhaps needing it on some of her heists. As well with the combat, she knows very little about guns as she preferred to use stealth rather than violence.

|Appearance|

5 feet 8 inches || ~ 130 lbs
Kaden rocks a (stereotypical male) short haircut with a undercut below it. She has somewhat high defined cheekbones covered by a little tan skin from being outside quite often. Her hair is bleached white all over, almost as white as snow. You could call her Mary's Little Lamb (lmfao). The reason behind this is not just to go into mainstream or rather not just for her personal preferences, but because to temporarily dye her hair any color for different cons became an ease. She planned to dye it bright, vibrant blue before she got taken.

Due to her attacks from the dogs, Kaden has many scars along her legs and abdomen from the teeth and claws. Although the scars will help haunt her of her attack, she wears clothes with confidence, not afraid of people who see them. It only defines who she is as a person.

As far as outfits go, Kaden has not set of "style". You could say she has more of an androgynous feel to things regarding her clothing choices. She may wear overalls with a summer breezy shirt or shorts with some type of dress. Along with those type of clothes, she has two pairs of earrings she often wears -- small gauges and small steele balls. She can also be seen sporting different pairs of sunglasses, most likely on the beach.

|Personality|
+Artful +Semi-Loyal +Blunt | -Untrustworthy -Predictable -Stubborn

Kaden has always never been the trusting type whether she was the giver or receiver. She never trusted others after the age of 14 and nobody trusted her after around 15 or so. After years of believing she was in the wrong and trying to make people trust her, she gave up. After she left the 'business', she has been taking few classes to help her through her lack of trust and well, her lack of friends. Then of course, she always had a reason to not be trusted and she doesn't know how to stop that behavior so she's stuck with it. But to counter her untrustworthiness, Kaden is somewhat loyal to those who she may find deemed of it. Or to people who she can't help being loyal to. For an example, Pedro, her ex-boss, would give her her "paychecks" and she would continue working for him. She didn't want to do this but it was the only way for her to stay off the streets.

After years of learning to be slick and sly, Kaden would say that she is pretty good at it but definitely not the best. Her last attempt concluding that opinion. She is able to think of solutions, whether they are bad or good, in a matter of minutes. However, Kaden prefers to not change a thing she knows works well. You could say she is an "old-fashioned" type of person when it comes to changing her actions and techniques. She will eventually agree but it can be difficult for her. As to her not trying new methods, she is a pretty predictable person when it comes to certain things. She often pulls the same act and leaves the same way.

As for her words, Kaden is not afraid to let you know her opinion on matters. If she thinks you're s shitty person, you're gonna hear it from her. But she can't really judge a person by their cover either because she knows what it's like. She often likes to do it her own way when told what to do. Tell her not to do something? She may do it depending on the situation.

As another side note, she is terribly hard on herself. After many years of depression, she finally forgave herself of what she has done.

|Likes|
+The Beach
+Cats and Foxes
+Vibrant Colors

|Dislikes|
-Canines whether small or large although they will deal with them if they have to
-Boring Things such as clothes, ‘adventures’, etc..
-Way overly messy people, a little bit of mess and clean are great
-Make-up although she is pretty excellent at it despite not liking it

|History|
||| WARNING |||
Minor Mentions of sex trafficking in the below paragraph(s).


Her parents met in California and lived in the state since they met. The girl is rather use to a mixture of temperatures although it was never as hot as Texas or as cold as Michigan. She probably felt 2°F at the coldest for a longer period of time. She has been in -32°F weather for a brief minute. She was also used to 100-110°F weather in the summer. As a kid, Kaden really lived a care-free life. Her parents were there for her the best they were able to do and she was always there for her little brother, Evan, who she loves to death. Somewhere around 5th grade, the girl received a flower necklace from her father and brought her carnations for her birthday that year. To say the least, she loved them.

Around 8th grade, the girl began to realize who she was and from then on, she was figuring out who she really was and it came to the conclusion that she was genderfluid. Her family accepted her in later years once she told them. Now as she was graduation 8th grade, she was unfortunately groomed into sex trafficking for many months but eventually, that illegal act stopped only to start another -- Cons. She practiced with her much older boss, Pedro, for many years mastering her newfound talents. She started on the streets, a simple way to gain more funds.

When she was around sixteen (16) years old, Kaden was trying to get over a gate to steal something from a home. Pedro promised she would be safe but he was wrong. It was pitch black and as she was getting off of the top gate, a vicious bite grabbed a hold of her leg. To her surprise, three big dog breeds attacked her and had scarred her mentally and physically for life. Pedro eventually fought the dogs off but it was far too late to undo the damage to her. From then on, Kaden has always been absolutely terrified of medium to large dog breeds. She has slowly started to be accustomed to smaller dog breeds due to her needing to use them for her tricks. But she wouldn't approach them from her own free will.

After about 6 years of practicing around the city whether it was to attract people on the road to minor shoplifting to getting something at a discount or free price, Kaden revealed her first ever con at the ripe age of 20 years old. Pedro and his "friends" helped paint a replica of a famous painting and Kaden was to retrieve the original and replace it with the copy. To let it stay short, it worked. For a short time. She was yet to have been caught for four (4) different (major) crimes in the span of three (3) years until she was so close to getting caught from the FBI. She was careless in her act but Pedro saved her ass. As a side note, most of her schemes, she would leave a white carnation at the scene.

Around the age of 23 years, Kaden decided that she no longer wanted to do them. She was deathly afraid of prison and it was time to stop. The process to escape Pedro was difficult but she made it. Eventually, the girl decided that he wouldn't care less if he saw her around town. He probably found a much younger victim or had one waiting up. So in the past two years, Kaden worked as a bartender and a local bar and she's been trying to forgive and forget her past and leave it behind her. She knows that she will hopefully have a different future but her past will always haunt her.

The last memory she recalls is that she and her brother Evan, who sets at the age of 20, were trying to hike to a camping spot to hunt/camp for a few knights. Evan was out and about looking for a few sticks for a fire and Kaden was trying to rest her eyes for a few minutes, waiting for Evan to return. She simply feels worse now thinking only to disappoint her brother once more as he was the only one who she told her treacherous past to.

|Baggage|
Kaden was wearing a blue jean jacket, with a (must I say a somewhat thin material) white collared shirt with birds on the front of the left shoulder. Alongside with her upper wear, she was wearing high waist-ed dark blue jeans and a somewhat tall pair of black boots. She was also wearing a small flower necklace.

On Body:
-Two (2) Pocket knives: One was in her, well, pocket while the other one was in her right boot.

Backpack:
-Three (3) bottles of water
-Pepper Spray
-Two (2) granola bars
-A lighter
-A pair of sunglasses
-Another small bag containing makeup

|Other|
Uh, she's from Italian heritage and sometimes when she gets hyped up, she speaks few words of the language.

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