
Kydashing


Male



His name; Theodore King, A Parrapup beyond his years, He believes he has lived before, as a scholar and poet in the early 1800's of Central England. He says his name was the same, quite oddly enough. He says he was pushed to go into a war at the early age of 20. He said he was a human, which explains his keen understanding for their opinions and compassion to some extent. Even in the war, he wrote with more passion then ever, he says his words spoke the truth and realities of what this "war" was doing to his people. He fought till a sword he knew well, his pen, was what killed him. His words were read by the foes of the army, whom saw him as an enemy of the people, as if he was the press. Unlike the US, the freedom of the press wouldn't be see seen...until it was too late for him...
Now he lives a peaceful, quint life alone in an apartment in London, UK. He says the streets, the people, they all speak to him some how. He loves it there, and wouldn't have it any other way. He also loves scones, beef wellingtons, and black tea with milk and 3 scoops (yes SCOOPS) of sugar. More or so the saying "I like tea with my sugar." He delights in reading and researching of history. The rain and grey skys of his homeland inspire him, and when the sun does come out, a single tear falls...



















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