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OHMYGOD.
GTFA, POTATO FREAK. 8l |
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 QUOTE ►carasudama hitotsu wotasoreta ✖ will you dream ? ι`ℓℓ ƒιη∂ уσυ ѕσмєωнєяє ---! ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxx☁xxxboys wear σνєя¢σαтѕ !! xxxxxMartel l'en Rosenkrantz alias: Emil Wilder xxxxxORIGIN OF MARTEL L'EN ROSENKRANTZ IS UNKNOWN. xxxxxTo Strive Or Excel Or Rival (German; Emil ) Wild Animal (English; Wilder. ) xxxxxdescendant of Camaxtli L'en Rosenkrantz; warrior of old London. xxxxx☁xxxsend them to resorts for boys and gιяℓѕ !! xxxxx5 " 6 (and a half) xxxxxA silver stud on the apex of his ear, a tattoo on his upper forearm ( covered with bandages ) xxxxx☁xxxkeep themselves from ѕнσωιηg !! xxxxxSeventeen~ xxxxxAugust fifteenth. xxxxxCentral London. xxxxx☁xxxbattery to keep your heart вєαтιηg !! xxxxxPansexual. xxxxxM - a - l - e ! xxxxxAsexual, straight, gay, bisexual. /lists on fingers xxxxx☁xxxthe two of us might make it тняσυgн !! xxxxxFfff. How could I when I'm inside the castle all day? xxxxxNo one. xxxxxsfagnaifs--- No one ! ►coikakete mou hitotsu okkochita ✖ hang from this rope : ιη ωιηтєя уσυ`яє αη Ⴣℓι¢тιση ! ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxx☁xxxsad, but true-- the facts of ℓιƒє !! xxxxxbio xxxxx☁xxxthe walls stay dead as jenny's head ιѕ !! xxxxxbubbly xxxxxblunt xxxxxenergetic xxxxxsomewhat serious xxxxxa liar xxxxxa good liar, at that. ► hitotsubun no hidamari ni ✖ stay close, dear. ι`ℓℓ ѕнσω уσυ нσω мυ¢н ι ¢αяє ! ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxx☁xxxanyway, the world is нαρρу!! xxxxx✰ cake xxxxx✰ tea xxxxx✰ winning xxxxx✰ smoking ( he's oblivious of this liking ) xxxxx✰ music xxxxx☁xxxwe're all friends but no one αηѕωєяѕ!! xxxxx✪ spiders xxxxx✪ annoyances xxxxx✪ loud places xxxxx✪ killing xxxxx✪ white wine xxxxx☁xxxwe're all friends but no one αηѕωєяѕ!! xxxxx▣ needles xxxxx▣ big dogs xxxxx▣ the number 666 xxxxx▣ clowns xxxxx☁xxxthe broadcast warning bounces σƒƒ!! xxxxx♬ karma ; bump of chicken xxxxx♬ snow brigade ; mew xxxxx♬ comfortable sounds ; mew xxxxx♬ afraid of japan ; final fantasy ost xo n n u r u ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ |
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The ever-so pallid Martel l'en Rosenkrantz hadn't been a normal child. He had been a prisoner to that castle for years on end. He had his television and his play toys, and he even had the servants to play tag with him on occasion! Even with parents of noble ranks, he still would have traded all that money to leave the castle and do something, anything. Well, at least that last dream hadn't actually been a dream, yet. Martel ran his fingers through his hair. The red head had finally gotten out of the castle; after being trapped for seventeen years. " Outsides of this place is much too dangerous, " his parents would say, " You'll be much happier in here, too! " He had been positive that even the servants were allowed off of the estate on breaks, or during lunch. With a shake of his head, he cleared it of all thoughts. Martel l'en Rosenkrantz stood tall at 5"6, with the castle towering over him. He wasn't sure where he was planning on going with no money in any of his pockets, but out of this city seemed like a good choice. His black shirt had been cut off a bit above his abs, and his over-shirt seemed to form into a white coat, with two brown buttons below the collar bone. It had been topped off with two-pockets on each sleeve. His belt had been a honey brown color, and its buckle was silver. His pants were simply dark-gray, and his gloves seemed to be fingerless, in the brown shade; along with buckles that seemed a bit out of place. The streets of Burmecia seemed new and completely untouched. There were street vendors and children playing children games like tag and hopscotch. Walking the streets without a disguise wasn't a problem ; since Martel never left the castle, no one in this city ( except for those in the castle and parents ) knew how Martel l'en Rosenkrantz looked, and acted like. And, once they had realized that Martel had left the castle, there would be guards everywhere, frantically searching. The boy placed his hands behind his head, and continued to walk forward. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he knew it was somewhere. ( clothes that I'm too lazy to describe nicely : http://ui31.gamespot.com/2014/luke1721541spql_2.jpg ) |
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