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To himself, Curtis is just a painter. He's been expressing abstract and ofte
ntimes difficult-to-grasp concepts through the medium of paint ever since
he was young. But after achieving renown in the public eye, to the world,
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𝗜 𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡❜𝗧 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡❟ 𝘐𝘍 𝘐𝘛'𝘚 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘙𝘌𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘍𝘐𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘈𝘕𝘠𝘞𝘈𝘠

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idance of public events and interviews. Curtis is anything but a shy or taci
turn man, but when it comes to his career, he's almost bashful, and at his
happiest when working in his studio. The event at the Winthrop hotel has
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ht of donning a mask and period-appropriate clothing to celebrate an anni
versary. He's hoping for a night of good fun, even if he may be a touch wa
ry about what might have inspired Arthur Winthrop to invite him, because
he has no intention of talking about his work tonight.

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𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘐𝘛'𝘚 𝘈 𝘋𝘖𝘞𝘕𝘗𝘖𝘜𝘙 !

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖳𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖣 𝖥𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖱

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two / bisexual / five foot eig
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𝗜❜𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥

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You can almost see it in Curtis's eyes how
the thoughts constantly turn in his mind.
He's most definitely a deep thinker ─ not
necessarily always in terms of the concep
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𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 ⊰

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽

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the things that occupy his mind. There is
a quality to him that shines through with
attentiveness and consideration, and a w
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𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxStenberg
𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙆x xx"Ren" (affectionate/familial)
𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙎 xxxxxxxxxxxxwerewolf, born
𝙋𝘼𝘾𝙆 xxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxelk creek
𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙆 xxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxfighter

𝘼𝙂𝙀xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthirty
𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcismale
𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙎 xxxxxxxxxxxhe/him/his
𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉xheterosexual hetrom.

𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxsix foot one
𝙋𝙃𝙔𝙎𝙄𝙌𝙐𝙀 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxmuscular
𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙊𝙉xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwarm
𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙍 xxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxdark brown
𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlight grey-blue
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𝐈❜𝐌 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 & 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌

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Sometimes Toren feels like he is only tied
to this world by his sense of obligation, w
hich has always been particularly strong.
He has never been terribly good at formi
ng strong ties with the people around hi
m, staying peripheral in their lives more
often than not. If it weren't for his duty
to protect the members of the pack, he

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could just as well shed his human skin &
disappear into the wilds. This need to pr
otect, in the aftermath of the catastroph
e, has left him feeling guilty for surviving.
He spins endless scenarios in his head ab
out who else he might have saved had he
stayed to fight instead of leaving with the
healer and the pack's injured members.

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𝐈❜𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄❜𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍

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tattoos on his chest & arms;
combat boots, cargo pants,
t-shirts, shearling jackets

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑺

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— re:stacks by bon iver
— tbd

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SONAM YESHE,xno surnamex·xreferred to as
"Sonam" · thirty-three · cisfemale,xshe/her ·
homosexual homoromantic · five foot eight ·
svelte physique · wild blonde hairxwith dark
roots · black-brown eyes · the exiled counsel
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An envoy fromxan east so far away that most
could not even conceive of it, Sonam arrived
to the court in the manner ofxa bolt of light-
ning from xa clear sky. xIncisive, astute, xand
remorseless, xshe secured xa positionxamong
the king's advisors xby xplaying xthe part of a
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confidante, xwho brought with her many inge-
nious thoughts on conquering lands and sooth-
ing their peoples into xa thin if lasting-enough
contentment — xyoung, xyet already far more
experienced xand xculturally xknowledgeable
thanx many of xthe other advisors could have
ever dreamed of becoming.x Yet benevolence

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𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗦❟ 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗘

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men for political gain. xOutside of this,
she findsxmost people xutterly uninter-
esting,xand being pursued romantically
mainly makes xher sigh deeply. xPeople
are things to move, xspend, xand throw
away as she wishes. If a situation comes
downxto expecting xsympathy from her,
you will losexif you countxon her caring
about you. xYouxmight've outlived your
usefulness — think fast. x·xfragrance of
petitgrain · never dressed in a way that
was opulent, xeven before xher xexile:
loves xluxury,x but xhides in plain sight

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Knows which strings to pull,
and heartlessly sorts people
toxcategoriesxaccordingxto
what works with them.xHer
downfall willxalways be the
desire for more. xShe won't
ever be satisfied.xExcellent
actor, xa xnatural xat lying.

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has neverxhad a place amid Sonam's
ambition andxwill to acquire power.
What xthe king didn't know couldn't
wound him,xand on the edges of his
kingdom, she would often maneuver
behind xhis back, xtakingxwhatever
she wished and securingxthe favour
of both armies and nobles, with the
ultimate goal of carving out a piece

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𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬 ?

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for herself. xShe was xnever loyal to xthe king or
his bloodline,xonly the power he held.xxxxxxxxx
Years before the king's death, xSonam was exiled
for using both xfalse evidence and xtestimony to
manipulate him into executing a number of peo-
ple whose only crime was standing in the way of
her ambition. xShe has never apologised for her
actions, xand xit's unlikely xthat xshe everxwill.

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𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑬❟xxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑳 ?

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Exiling Sonam xwasn't the smartest decision the
old king ever made, because no one will outlast
Sonam in xa game xof patience. xShe made the
mistake of hastiness once, and won't be making
it again.xHad Sonam not found herself in exile,
she likely would have xnever spared xa thought
to the exiled heir. Someone with no power is of
no interest to her. Yet exile meant the necessi-
ty of a new strategy. xShe adapted quickly, and
forged a close bond with the other exiles. xHer
plan is to shake xthe line of succession and put
the exiled heir xon xthe throne, xas long as she

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herself stands to gain from this. xxxx
Sonam has never disclosed the origin
of her shifting power: xshe might be
ofxan unknown lineage concealed by
its xremoteness, xor xhave usedxher
cunningxto securexaxtransformation
in order toxfurther cement her foot-
hold amongxthe nobles of the court.
OnlyxSonam xknows xwhich xis true.
Either way,x her xwhite lion xstands
out, xwithx a pelt palerx than those
ofx her xshifterxkin, xand eyes light
blue xenoughxto be almostx colour-
less. xxUnfortunatex or xauspicious.

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Sonam Yeshe considers her past her own to keep. It is not out of shame, or a true need to conceal it, but a certain possessiveness: it is all she has of her past home in this foreign land, and so it does not belong to anyone but herself. She was born in the Himalayas and lived the first ten or so years of her life in the mountains, a world beyond explanation to the people of the court, let alone a peasant who has never set foot outside of their village. A harsh life — until her brother was chosen as a monk, and set to become a high-ranking member of a large monastery. They sent Sonam as his servant. The new environment should have been overwhelming, but she took to it naturally. While he trained, she absorbed everything she could. Reading, writing, sums, and the manners of the respected and wealthy who would visit the monastery. Their two faces, and their politics.
She was about fourteen when a party including herself and her brother, then already a leader in the community, was sent west. It was highly unusual, but Sonam's brother, Ghaden, was an inquisitive man. He had influence and he wished to use it to learn about the world outside of what they already knew. This was the beginning of a journey lasting ten years. They lived in many countries, moving constantly westward through what would now be known as the middle east, and eventually eastern and central europe, recording cultures, learning what they could, and facing many circumstances, sometimes dangerous. During these years, Sonam learned that she was ambitious and had a mind for politics, including swaying the decisions of monarchs and aristocrats. A life in her brother's shadow would never suffice. When the time came for Ghaden to turn back and take what they had gathered back to Tibet, Sonam talked him into letting her stay as their diplomat — in central europe, a miserable place. But less so surrounded by the opulence of a court.