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Power of Quiet Things, Dominus Quies Rerum | Power of Quiet Things, Dominus Quies Rerum | ||
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==Skills and Passions== | ==Skills and Passions== | ||
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*Affliction (1): I have amazing narration that no one ever acknowledges | *Affliction (1): I have amazing narration that no one ever acknowledges | ||
*Affliction (3): I am cursed by the words of a Dark Imperator and I can't go home again | *Affliction (3): I am cursed by the words of a Dark Imperator and I can't go home again | ||
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*Bond (3): I must be a master of all weapons | *Bond (3): I must be a master of all weapons | ||
**Ordinary Anchor Collection: My Inventory of Collected Weaponry | **Ordinary Anchor Collection: My Inventory of Collected Weaponry | ||
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*Bond (2): I must be haunted by my past | *Bond (2): I must be haunted by my past | ||
**Ordinary Anchor: The Cat | **Ordinary Anchor: The Cat | ||
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− | + | 5 More Bond Points! | |
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==Attributes== | ==Attributes== | ||
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==Background== | ==Background== | ||
− | <br>'''The Kid walks the path at his own pace. Sometimes you just gotta stop and smell the flowers. | + | <br>'''The Kid walks the path at his own pace. Sometimes you just gotta stop and smell the flowers. |
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+ | <br>Honeysuckle. Now isn’t that sweet? Reminds the kid that he’s put the past behind, that even blood washes away. | ||
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+ | <br>08:11, 29 May 2014 (PDT)~ | ||
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+ | <br>He smells another one, but you know what they say about flowers and memories. No matter how far, you walk, you can’t outrun that, can’t outrun a regret. Sorry, Kid. | ||
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+ | <br>The Kid’s got a heart full to bursting. He’s in love, like only a kid can be. It’s a crying shame, is what it is. | ||
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+ | <br>He reckons he’s said all he needs to say. Wasted all the good words, back when they couldn’t have mattered. There just ain’t no more left in him. | ||
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+ | <br>Folks think he’s sort of eerie; silent things usually are. The Kid don’t pay no mind. | ||
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− | <br> | + | <br>He knows where he’s from. He can’t go back; it would hurt too much... hurt too many folks. But the Kid knows. |
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− | <br> | + | <br>You see, the Kid’s got a hex on him. Some no good magic, the kind that Gods put on ya’. The Kid doesn’t care; he’s done with fighting. |
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− | <br> | + | <br>08:11, 29 May 2014 (PDT)~ |
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− | <br> | + | <br>Too bad fighting’s not done with him. Seems he’s got a whole mess of trouble out there, looking for him. They call themselves The Orchestra, but they don’t play music, well, not the kind of music you or I might enjoy. |
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− | <br> | + | <br>08:11, 29 May 2014 (PDT)~ |
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− | <br> | + | <br>Lucky for him, he’s got his trusty cat. They say a cat’s more spirit than beast, and this one isn’t one to argue. Ghosts from your past don’t usually make good pets, but the Kid and the Cat have an agreement. Saves money on kibble, at least. |
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− | <br> | + | <br>The Kid is done killing. Lucky for him, he’s thrown in his lot with folks who feel the same way. Doesn’t mean they’re good folks, though. No sir. |
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− | <br> | + | <br>The Kid looks up. The wind’s changin’. Time to keep walkin’ the path.''' |