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-------Sweet as chocolate, the fresh scent of mahogany arose within the room as she stepped through the doorway. The ringing in their ears, much like bumble bees, buzzed ever so slightly; it was like they were swarming around that honey suckle skin of hers. Peachy freckles dotted her nose and cheeks, just below the rim of the designer sunglasses: Oaklies. She deserved the best and she got the best. Her hair fluttered down her diamond shaped head, resembling the utter insanity one would encounter when digging for a jewel such as herself in the rough. As satin as a curtain shade, it seemed to drizzle down her back, molding its way through and throughout her nimble features, finally coming to a rest just below her shoulder bone behind her, and her chest before her. Her lips parted into a challenged smile: a child indeed. She couldn't have been more than eighteen years old as her appearances described, hour glass body as nimble as her fingers, they themselves pushing back a strand of her golden locks. Worn out jeans, a slim back tanktop in place beneath the jean boyfriend cardigan. A darker shade, cedar brown buttons to match the native based floral petal patterns within her shirt. For her shoes? Nothing more than a freshly bought pair of Toms. It was much of a thrown together piece, neither lavished or lacking in the time consuming decisions. It was... casual, but it was enough to make another gawk in uttermost jealousy. It was a horror when another didnt even have to try to appear comely.
-------"We don't have all day you know." Her voice was gentle, careful in her catagory of words. Though the impatient edginess in her voice was as clear as her molten honey eyes. They peeked from the shades that rested apon her face. She was just as beautiful even when the bright sun shone down apon her and made her skin seem pale in comparison. With such a delicate, porceline appearance as she had been doved for life with, one would have figured her skin to refleck the warm rays off like a mirror. The beach's sand was warm beneath our feet, giving the tingling sensation ontop our shoulders like we were sitting too close to a fire. Beyong us, southward, the sea beckoned us towards it. She refused my plee to join me in the white water and sat apon the small sand hills to watch he fail miserably at impressing the beauty. She looked like a goddess, sitting apon the highest of the sand dunes, blonde hair flowing peacefully against the wind. Pocahontas flashed within my mind before I finally decided to join her once again. She refused to touch me until I was dry.
-------She'd gotten a bit reckless, or so she explained, taking off her shoes, rolling her jeans into capris, and swinging her shoes alongside her. Our hands entwined. She wasn't comfortable walking alongside me until we had gotten to the end of the beach, where a faded picket fence blocked our view, a mass of lumbering palm trees extending into a forest beyond. I was relentless to follow her as she climbed over, being more civilized apparently, but she was as stubborn as a dog, and I was in no position to leave her when she could possibly need me most. She ended up not needing me. She knew her path very well, claiming she came here on occassion. She led me by the hand, and I was forced to submit to those smoldering eyes of hers. I knew I was in trouble when she extended out her lower lip and I saw the pitiful puppy-dog eyes only the smoothest of lassies could pull off without effort, cocking her head to add a little to make it even more difficult to say no. It was like saying 'no cookie' to a new puppy. Before I knew it, we'd found an odd rock formation. She seemed perfectly at ease. Me? Much more apprehensive, but I didnt prove it. If she knew her way, she knew her way. When we were in the heart of the dark chocolate, molten rock, I could feel a tense as her fingers parted from between mine. Without a glance towards me, she leapt into the crystal clear, sea waters in the pool smack in the middle of the rock.
------- "Lenana!" I'd shouted her first name, not even thinking of her request to be reffered as Nina. Her head broke the surface of white bubbles, sorreled waters. I felt a sudden urge to confront her like any father would heir child. "Lenana Karin Ellsworth, what are you doing?" A fire arose in her honey eyes, a hiss between her teeth, and I suddenly felt like I was being attacked by a swarm of bees. With skin dappled in water droplets, hair shoved flat against her head with a light brunette shade, hair twirled into thin, damp strands, it made her look even more vicious. What I didnt expect next was a large, scaley bronze tail sweeping through the water behind her. Her angry deminor vanished with a flash of surprise on my face, and it was replaced with laughter, as if it were all a joke to her. It seemed to be, because when the bubbles drifted away and was that the tail was attatched to her lower abdomine it had to all be a prank. My eyes met hers in an instant, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that life wasnt as it seemed. This childish girl before me, the one with a sweet side to her flaunted aggressivness, had more than fantasy looks. She was a mermaid.

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partial format goes to carrie dee.

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weight: one hundred and twenty two pounds
height: five foot, four inches
hair: her hair is chestnut colored and wavy.
eyes: brie has soft, amber brown irises.
build: she's petite, athletic, and very slender.
other images: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

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theme song: "drunk last night" - eli young band
favorite color: she loves sunset yellow.
favorite book: pride and prejudice
favorite song: "swingin door" - edens edge
favorite movie: fool's gold
favorite food: dark chocolate pomegranate bites
favorite drink: was time for soccer practice. bag
in her lap, she waited patiently. and then her dad
walked in, fresh in his work clothes, ready to take
her. this was her last clear memory of him.

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name: alaska cardel
nicknames: none
age: seventeen years
gender: female
birthdate: june 2nd
orientation: straight

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traits: wip
fears: slow death
secrets: wants to die

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♐ ♐ . ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

[ h a r l e y ] - [ f e m a l e ] - [ e i g h t e e n ] - [ the ' w i l d ' heart ]

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❝first impressions are first for a reason. either
your a looker, or an innocent bystander. if you can't
turn heads by looks, make them look by personality.
if not, you'll be cast in shadows forever.❞

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☞ "indefinite."
☛ My username is indeed, indefinite., but calling me that is like saying 'sir' to a five year old, so, please call me Deffs, Deffie, or Indie. Either or, I reply. I mean, I've even been known to reply to fishy c:

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-----harley rae halsten

☞ "I asked you first, now shoot."
☛ Harley's parents were hard core, legit bikers if you will. They've traveled everywhere, seen everything, witnessed alot. They learned to trust no one but themselves and their bikes, Harley Davidson's limited edition of course. What better to name their daughter after the machine that carried them across the country to no fail? Harley. It seemed the perfect fit for the bright eyed blonde. The family didnt care much for her middle name. They just chose Rae, something that would sound right with her last name, Halsten. Her name is pronounced like this: harr-lee/ ray/ hal-st-ton.

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-----none

☞ "My name isn't that hard to say."
☛ Harley doesn't really have any nicknames, to be rightfully honest. Trust me, its not like nobody bothers to give her one, its just that her name is so difficult to come up with any. Her dad calls her Chief, but thats about as close as she's ever gotten to having the nickname glory, and it suits her just fine. She likes her name and prefers to be called by it.

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-----eighteen

☞ "I'm fourty, Sherlock. How old do you think I am?"
☛ Harley was born on August fifteenth, 1993, in the little town of Peakwater, Rhode Island. This makes her in the older months of her eighteenth year of being alive, and she hasnt made a regret for it yet. She may be eighteen, but she's far from being an adult and holding up to the responsibilities she needs to.

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-----female

☞ "Thanks for proving humanity is getting dumber by the generations."
☛ She is as feminine as they come, believe it or not. Anyone could see it, but unless your a special case and arent fazed by appearences i'm sure she'd be happy to show you the goods, for a fair price. I'm just kidding; if you dont believe looks, take her word for it. She doesnt lie.

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❝some girls look pretty. some guys look hot.
just because they do, doesnt mean you're not.
you're just as beautiful, dont let them say you arent.
because while they're not, you're also smart.❞

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-----green

☞ "Sorta greenish, brown. They're nothing special."
☛ Many would agree, her eyes are anything but special. They're unique int heir own special way, nothing normally seen. They are a light, base colored green, such as leaves as they first begin to bloom with their flower, with mahogany brown flecks that dance around her pupil. Such iris like these are rare and all the same, beautiful.

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-----blonde

☞ "Can't you tell? Oh wait, you must be blonde too!"
☛ As clear as it is, Harley has blonde hair. Its of the lighter shade, the sun's rays having protect it from fading out to a brunette as she ages, and she is ever so thankful for this. Unlike a normal blonde's status shows, Harley is far from clueless, and will give you a good knuckle sandwich if you claim any different. She's proud to be a unique case as far as blondes go.

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-----5'6 feet and 134 Ibs.

☞ "You wont ever be carrying me, so why do you need it?"
☛ Harley is the standard height and weight she should be for a girl her size and age. She breaches a nice, five foot six, accompanied by a smooth, one hundred and thirty four pounds. She has no idea how she's managed to pull this off. She eats junk food like its going out of style.

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-----nothing unusual.

☞ "I wish it were something cool, but it isnt."
☛ She has a big blob of a birthmark on the back of her right leg, right below the kneecap. Its nothing cool, no interesting shape, just a big blob of nothing about the size of a dollar coin. She simply wishes it would vanish some day, but unfortunatly, its there for life.

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❝what you say and what you do reflects how
people view you. its nobody fault but their own, if
a rumor comes up or they're given a specific stereo-
type. its all up to you. you choose how you're known.❞

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-----firery

☞ "Havent you figured it out already?"
☛ Harley never weapt on her first day of school, never clung to her father's leg and sobbed. She ran right into the kindergarden classroom and shouted over those who were crying, 'When's lunch?' She didnt whimper the first time a bully tried to take her lunch money. She kicked him in the shins, pantsed him, and skipped away. She didnt whine when she got her first 'F' on a school assignment. She took out a pen and changed it to an 'A'. You see, from the start Harley's always been free-spirited, strong-willed, and a total hard-*ss. They say, you are who your parents are, and this is oh, so, evident. work in progress.
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-----smalltown

☞ "I grew up in a small town. There's not much to tell."
☛ Her parents were bigshots, riding all across the country on their trusty motorcycles and such. When it was realized they were going to have a newborn, they were forced to sell their rides, and settle down in the nearest city: Peakwater, Rhode Island. It wasnt much, but Savannah and Mitch werent complainers and were desperate for an established settlement. On August 15, 1993, their little bundle arrived, smiles and all. It was no surprise when they named her after their motorcycles, Harley.
Harley took on many things head on, and has the scars to prove it. But there was one perticular thing Harley took on that led to many surprises. She tried it out all on her own, riding her bike into town on the day after her seventh birthday. Her parents had bought her a movie about a surfer who succeeds in riding a wave of historic size. Much like any child her age, they see something in a movie, they begin this obsession. They prance about the house, asking to be called by the main character's name, watch the movie so many times they say the lines in their sleep, and often dress like them. Harley's case was excessive. She'd literally snuck out of the house under her parent's careful watch to go down to the beach and watch the amateurs in their efforts. A teen by the name of Blly Carmichael noticed her visits, on on her fifth one he said to her, 'You know how to surf?" Of course, the fiery spirit replied, "If I did, I'd be out there, duh." After that, they'd meet up every day and Billy would teach her how to surf. When she caught her first wave, she knew there would never be an end to this obsession, that it would go on for as long as she was able to smell the saltwater in the air, balence apon the board, and see the waves crash before her.
Her parents were shocked she realized her dream on her own, and at such a young age. They'd eventually planned to have her be a motorcycle kid just like they had grown up to be. They'd planned to eventually sell the house, buy motorcycles, preferable Harley Davidson, and ride across the country just like before Harley was born, but their dreams crashed while Harley's swelled up. She'd found her love, her passion. She had true saltwater in her veins.

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-----turtles + surfing

☞ "I'm a suckup for turtles; and surfing."
☛ Harley has this strange fasination with the sea, and because of this it results down onto her affection towards turtles and her love of surfing. If you give her anything that involves a turtle, she'd be a happy camper, but sea turtles only. If you say the word 'surfing' she'll hear it from a mile away and be the first to catch the first wave. If only she were that dedicated to her schoolwork.

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❝be grateful for what you have. there's people
in this world who dont know what a family is,
or at least never have one. dont fight over stupid
stuff. laugh about them. make good memories.❞

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-----parents

☞ "I'm glad to be an only child."
☛ Harley's always had this special relationship with her parents. Thi is because she is their one and only child, and is proud to say so. Her mother's name is Savannah, as gorgeous as her name implies. She's as fierce as Harley when necessary, but she's mostly as soft as a newborn puppy. Her father's name is Mitch, broad, bold, and all around lazy. He's not a force to be reckoned with, but then again, Harley's the only one with enough guts to challenge him. She has other relatives, but they're too distant she'd never met or heard from them. Its not like she cares though.

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-----none

☞ "Why? It's one less idiot to worry about."
☛ Harley isnt the crush type. Its more of a lust kind of thing. The only crush she's ever had was on Billy, the guy that taught her how to surf, but he was nineteen and she was a meer seven years old, s its obvious that didnt work out. Billy knew it was just an adoration crush, and he found it very cute. And even if Harley had a crush, you'd know it because she'd be her sharpest towards you.

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-----straight

☞ "I'm gay. That means I like boys. Haha -get it? See what i did there?-."
☛ Once could find Harley hanging all over a guy, never a girl. She is absolutly, one hundred percent, into guys. She's never experimented, nor will she ever. Its all guys. Sorry ladies, but in the means of sexual orientation, she's spoken for.

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-----nobody

☞ "Ehh, with some losers."
☛ She's gone out with a couple of guys, never for real though. Just like normal, harley's hard on everything, but in the relationship catagory, she's her absolute worst. Its like she's the guy in a relationship. She just gets bored and loses interest all too quickly. She's fast, and nobody seems to be able to keep up with her pace. She likes this, which is why she is currently single.

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❝get rid of all the extra stuff in your life, cuz
you'll soon find that it doesnt matter. the best
things in life come for free, and thats all you'll
ever need, and soon, it will be all you'll ever want.❞

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-----jeep wrangler

☞ "I love this thing."
☛ Truth be told, Harley does love her 2000 chevy jeep wrangler with its four wheel drive, soft top, and two doors. It suits her and her personality just right, as well as the navy blue coloring. It takes her whereever she wants, however she pleases. This thing is her freedom oasis, from her parents that is.

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-----turtle

☞ "My Kermit. I know Kermit is a frog's name, but I couldnt help but name him that."
☛ Harley's parents would do anything for their daughter. Literally anything. When she relinquished her love of sea turtles, it was ironic how moments later they found a baby one tangled in fishing nets. They rescued it, transformed the pool in their backyard into a turtle's oasis, and cured him back to perfection. Kermit, Harley eventually named him, was so young then, but now, he's all grown up. He still lives in her pool, being treated better than any turtle could hope to be.

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-----nothing.

☞ "Nope, thats about it. Can I go now?"
☛ That's just about it. I have nothing else to add here other than that this is my first form i've ever made myself while i was of a high literate roleplayer, and i have to say, i am very pleased with myself. Not to brag and all, but I think it looks beautiful.

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© of this form goes to me.
© of the character goes to me.
© of setup ideas goes to ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂.
© of images goes to rightful owners.

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---ａｌｌ ｍｙ ｅｄｇｅｓ
---ｈａｖｅ ａｌｗａｙｓ
---ｂｅｅｎ ｒｏｕｇｈ．
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❝I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴄᴇ, I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴀʀʟs, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
ᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟs. Bᴜᴛ
ʟɪғᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ, ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴏʀ. Aɴᴅ
I ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴏʀᴇ.
Tʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ I sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ғᴀᴛᴇ, ᴅɪᴅ ᴍᴇ
ᴀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ.❞

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Ｒｏａｄ ｎｏｔ Ｔａｋｅｎ

------ｂｕｔ ｌｉｆｅ ｃａｍｅ ｈａｒｄ ｔｏ ｍｙ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｄｏｏｒ,
--------------------ａｎｄ ｎｏｗ ｉ'ｍ ｔｒｙｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｅｖｅｎ ｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｃｏｒｅ.

[ orca blue ] - [ seven ] - [ female ] - [ indefinite, ]

------- to me, there was literally no surprise when my littermates were the first ones chosen to leave the kennel where we lived. pure breds were the ones who were chosen over the mutts, but their signature colorations in comparrison to my, everyday-husky-look caught eyes instantly. and to top it off, their personalities suited the little youngsters that followed the humans to a t. i on the other hand prefered to stick beside mother at all times and keep out of distance from the hands reaching through the metal bars. i knew there was an honest reasoning by all the desperate attempts to sneak a pet at me, but i dispised their race. after all, i'd been born in a cage, did they expect me to want to open up to the same kind that kept me in here?
-----when i turned one, as much as i would have preferred otherwise, some strange soul found my hatred of humans a very desirable. i'd never seen him and he'd never seen me, but somehow me wanted me. mother had told me humans wanted a dog as a pet to love it, play with it, and care for it [ something i always thought was pathetic; we could care for ourselves ] so it came as a shock to me that the human wanted me, a dog who wanted nothing more than to sit in a corner and growl at whoever passes me by. i had to go. as i was marked as a red dog, one filled with violence and only adopted out to those of special care, mother told me the man was saving me. in my eyes, he was ruining my plan of living out my life with mother in the pound. the day of my departure, two men came with long poles, loops on the end, and shoved me into a crate. it angered me that as much as i was resisting and thrashing about, they did it so quickly and presumingly effortlessly. i sulked in the cage. they must have given me something, for the next thing i knew i was dozing off as the face of my new "master" peered in at me.
-----when i awoke, i was in a cage no longer. no, i was on a boat. a boat. i'd been rather shocked by it, scrambling to my paws. the air tasted salty, light moans coming from the bow as i rocked sideways and forth from the waves. the stench of fish hit no nose. i was so busy concentrating on my exact wearabouts that i didnt realize he was standing in the doorway of the captain's cabin, eyes intent on me. he looked kind, an honest set of eyes on him as he chuckled lightly at me. i could just imagine my reaction to suddenly awaking on a boat in the middle of the atlantic. i growled at his expression, hackles raised and teeth visible. surely he'd get my message. ''not impressed? fine. there's the exit." he still kept an amused grin, pointing towards the end of the boat. i followed his gaze, growl cut off short when i realized the exit lead to the freezing waters. i blinked, quite confused. when i looked back at him, his arms were crossed across his broad chest, chuckling once more. i didnt see how all this was funny. i growled once more.
-----"go on i said. if you dont like it here, or me, you can just get on out." his expression had suddenly turned straight, and mine turned mortified. i hadnt been able to tell if he was serious until now. i tried a snarl and his face showed fury. he no longer looked kind. he lunged, stamping his foot on a wooden plank below and it sent me leaping towards the 'exit'. my attention was now off him and onto the sorreling waters below. they were dark and the winds sent a chilling breeze through my pelt. i dont know if he meant it, but the boat was suddenly hit a wave large enough to knock me into the waters. all i felt was shrilling cold and waves pounding at me. and then, arms wrapped tightly around my chest. i was being hauled upwards. when my head breached he surface, eyelashes batting away the ice water, i turned onto my savior. it was him.
-----his handling was firm, though gentle as he hauled me up a ladder on the side of the rickidy boat, shoving me onto the solid ground. he climbed up soon after.i sat shivering in the corner, using a piece of metal to shield me from the wind. i glowered at him from where i was, though no growl escaped my maw when he approached me, clothes just as soaked as my fur, and wrapped me in a large towel, one identical to the one draped around him. he sat down right beside me, and for once, i didnt react wrongly to his sudden closeness. we sat in silence, and soon enough, our labored breathing was matched. i blinked at him, but his sea blue eyes stayed intent on my behalf over his own.
-----i learned his name was jonah. and to him, i was known as orca blue. he was a fisherman, one who was as lonesome as any bachelor could ever be. he had wanted a redtage dog, like me, to keep him occupied on his fishing trips, one that would be a challenge to train and a relief to form a close bond with. well, his wish came true. i loved him more than i had loved my mother, more than i had loved my life in the pound. i was his living shadow and he was mine. that was why i was devastated when he perished in a wretched fishing accident. i stayed on the boat with his body until the authorities came, and it was then that i reluctantly fled to the streets of the nearest city. i didnt want to leave jonah in the hands of strangers, but jonah had made me realize the poor qualities the pound had to offer. i could have gone back to the pound where i'd be well fed and never be adopted out to be heartbroken again, but i chose that to be the road not taken. i've always liked the living alone thing. living on the streets seemed like heaven to me.

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form's story idea & setup copywrite c a r p e . diem.
song lyrics go to kellie pickler.
images go to rightful owners
character and form edits go to me c;

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