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meet baron caldwell, a 24 year old male preferring he/hi
m pronouns. alongside a pair of green eyes, he is lean and
limber, only slightly toned and muscular. he just barely re
aches 6 foot, though he'll often try to exaggerate it. he ha
s sleek, dirty-blonde hair with a slight wave to it, longer i
n length and a bit fuller toward the back. though often ma
de to look well-kept and groomed,it isn't unusual to spot h
im trodding through town in his messier outer-wear, much
to the disappointment of his dear mother and father . . . .
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ever since baron was brought into the world, he, as the fi
rst son,had heard from time and time again as to how it i
s his duty to lead the family name, continue its legacy. it
was all he was told, all he was taught or learned to be us
ed for just one purpose, none others. it was quite easy to
grow tired of these constant reminders. it was easy to de
spise the concept, and to try to avoid it all costs, as was
barons' method when he was younger, but a teenager. ye
t, as time passed, reality caught-up to the boy, as he wa
s now an adult,, and that responsibility was rushing upon
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HE WORE BLACK AND I WORE WHITE
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him like the bottled-up storm it is. though he has grown t
o accept the impending outcome of the situation, this doe
sn't prevent him, still, from going about as he pleases. asi
de from the responsibilities at home, baron often finds ti
me to explore around town and socialize at the saloons.h
e also doesn't mind getting-dirty, and will, against the wi
shes of his parents, tend to things around the farm and s
tables, especially with the horses. his own horse,whom h
e named whiskey, has been nearly raised by him. the
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e is always along with him in town, and a reliable mount.
it takes meeting him to get to know who he truly is inside
