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☆ xxxxNate
Nathan Rhys Hart

blow out the candles ; 16 years old, on Ņоvємвєя 21st.
smex? yes please ! ғємαlє
hometown advantage ; Huh, a little somewhere called Toronto, Ontario. Heard of it?
two peas in a pod ; No one has my back.
this is how it ends

Nathan and his two older siblings had decided to wander New York a little more, maybe buy some souvenirs before they left. As luck would have it though, Nathan's older siblings decided they'd tease their younger brother for an embarrassing mishap that had occurred on their outing. But one can only put up with stuff like that for so long, right? Irritated, Nathan left his sisters heading off on his on. It seems at that moment, there was a brawl going on in broad daylight with two men. Not only was it dangerous enough as it was, but the fight was occurring on a pedestrian bridge. Unfortunately for Nathan who had been unaware of what was going on distracted with his thoughts, he was dragged into the brawl. The boy had 'interrupted something important', the bigger man had said. And before he knew it, the man in his drunk anger, threw him off the edge of the bridge and towards the hard ground that lay below. There wasn't even time for Nathan to react when the man grabbed the back of his shirt's collar and hauled him over the railing. The fall took less then two minutes, but it seemed to last a while. At least it was quick when he hit the ground below. He barely felt anything at all. But still...

What a way to go.


someone has to pay

It seems Nathan's entrance fee were his bonds; the one thing that he held most important were the connections he had with other people. In a way, it's like specific pieces of his memory have been punched out. Nathan can full well remember everything in his past; what he did the day before, his birthday last year... The only thing he can't recall are the people that are supposed to be in there with him. Every person close to him is like a shadow in his memories; they don't have a name, and their voices are the same muted and muffled tone... they're just there.


beauty is only skin deep

For a sixteen year old, Nathan has a height of about five foot six. His body has an athletic and fit build to it, but then again what would you expect? Nathan does play his share of sports. At a first glance, he may look like he could be easily pushed around. It's not true. So Nathan's not ripped with muscles, but hey, when the time calls for it, he isn't one you'd want to mess with. Brawn isn't everything, right? Moving on, his hair is a light shade of sandy brown-blond. It's also what you'd call messy. Nathan's hair tends to stick out at odd angles, and he generally leaves his hair be. A little thing to perhaps note, is that when he does try to tame his hair, it cleans up quite nicely. Nathan's bangs also get into his eyes a lot, but he really doesn't feel like getting it cut, or mind too much for that matter. His eyes are a dark brown, and in certain lights they look black.

As for what he likes to wear, Nathan doesn't really have a specific type of clothing he likes. He tends to wear things like jeans a lot though. If the weather is nice, he'll wear jean shorts too; the kind that reach a little past your knees. For shirts, Nathan basically has a wide variety. T-shirts, long sleeved, whatever. As long as it fits comfortable, and looks okay, then it's fine. Really, he's the type of guy that looks to see what's clean in the closet and go with that. Along with this, Nathan likes to wear black wrist bands on both wrists. Running or skateboarding shoes are Nathan's footwear of choice too. Comfort and movement are key for him.

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time to shop !

Preferably at Grind, Olympic Sports, and Grunge and sometimes Bold Designs.

power of

What? What do you mean my fists don't count?

boom !

That means I get special moves, right?

open your horizons

your true mask

Nathan has always been the 'cool' type of guy, if not a little different from anyone else. That meaning, he's always been laid back, and generally level-headed; one to do thing at the pace that suits him best. It's not very hard to feel comfortable or used to his personality when meeting Nathan for the first time. He seems to just give off a relaxed aura and he's always been quite easy to approach. Along with this, Nathan has always managed to keep his grades in school relatively high, and he's actually quite intelligent. Nathan is also pretty competitive. For this reason, he enjoys playing sports, his two favorites being soccer and tennis. When he puts his mind to the challenge, or he puts himself in the mood, Nathan can either be a great ally or a formidable opponent. You can easily see his resolve in his eyes. Even so, Nathan never boasts his skills. No point, right? You show it in what you do, that's all. No need for anything else. He's also pretty good at fist-fighting. Not that he ever starts any fights. He's just.. learned to end them. He's been in a couple too, not that he really likes it or anything.

Because of his personality, it's difficult to get on Nathan's bad side. He has a lot of patience for things, but everyone has a breaking point. When someone gets Nathan mad, it's almost as if he's had a change of personality. Perhaps the ones that are the calmest are the ones that are the scariest when angry. Glares, insults, or maybe even worst of all, pure silence are to be expected if you're the one he's mad at. This can also be a good way of boosting his resolve, determination, and fierceness too. But generally, he's quite good-natured, and gentle. His sisters have also called him naive and a push-over. Ask him for help? Nathan will usually help without complaint or anything, even if the consequences aren't too favorable for him. This coupled with his tendency to be a little too curious can get him in trouble. On another note, Nathan is quite independent as well, and the way he simply speaks certain things on his mind is unique, maybe even different.



tell me a story

Nathan Rhys Hart was born in the capital city of Ontario on the twenty-first of November. He was the third child of his parents and the only boy, his twin sisters Alexa and Jade were born one year earlier than him. Nathan and his family lived in a comfortable home in Toronto. In school, Nathan had good marks; not ninety-nine percent or anything like that, but around the 'A' level which was fine for him. Nathan was the kind of boy that sort of fit in everywhere but not really anywhere at all. Almost separate from the rest; maybe a little confusing, but the boy was fine with it. He had his own friends to hang out with and was fine like that.

When he was fifteen years old though, Nathan's father who's job was an architect got a job that consisted of designing a building in New York. His parents decided it'd be nice to move while Nathan's father worked. Thus, after his mother finished her latest job as a for the company she worked for, the family moved to New York, intending to stay there for a year at the most.

A year went by and it was soon time to pack up and head back to Toronto. About a week before they were supposed to leave, Alexa and Jade decided they wanted to buy some last minute things. Dragging their brother along, the three set off in the subway to their destination. While waiting for train, Alexa had decided to set her bag on the ground near her feet. When it was time to get on board, she almost forgot it, only to be reminded by Jade as they were halfway into the train. Thus, Alexa asked her brother to do her the favor of getting her bag. Nathan obliged. When he went to retrieve it though, there was already another person seated in what had previously been Alexa's seat. An old woman, who apparently couldn't hear or see too well. When Nathan bent down to pick up his sister's bag, the woman began exclaiming that he let go of her bag. A mistake on the old woman's part, Nathan tried to explain that this wasn't her bag. She had hers in her hand. Yet the woman would not listen, and began to hit him over the head with her actual bag! This scene obviously attracted a lot of glances and stares. What was going on?

Seeing as it was taking too long for Nathan to return, Jade and Alexa returned, only to find quite the scene. Their younger brother, one hand on Alexa's bag and the other shielding his head from an old lady's blows. How embarrassing. Alexa quickly stepped in, taking her bag and swiftly explaining the situation once more to the old woman who finally seemed to understand. Once the whole thing was cleared up, the three siblings made finally made their way to the shop the twins were looking for. But that didn't stop Alexa and Jade from laughing at the memory of such a silly scene. Nathan wasn't too eager to laugh at it though. Eyes had been on him like he was a thief trying to steal an old woman's purse or something. Very irritated with his sister's teasing and jokes about what had happened, Nathan stalked off by himself.

Distracted by his moody thoughts, Nathan didn't catch sight of what was going on on the pedestrian bridge he was crossing. That was, not until he almost ran into a tall man. This man didn't seem to like the fact that such a scrawny looking boy had interrupted his fight with another person, and thus, without warning hauled Nathan up and over the edge of the bridge in his drunken anger. The ground came up fast. His last thoughts before darkness were; Hope Alexa and Jade aren't mad, and so much for going back to Ontario.

If there's a chance to go back to life, then he'll take it. Nathan does not intend to let his ticket back to Ontario to go to waste.

just some touch ups

i want !

♦ Sunny weather;; The best type of weather. Clear sky, nice temperature, maybe a little windy, what else could you want?
♦ Skateboarding;; A great way to get around, and easy to carry too. Convenient.
♦ Soccer & Tennis;; Two great sports, wouldn't you agree? The thrill of a goal or perfect serve... Just the thought of it is exciting!
♦ Music;; Who doesn't like music? You can count on finding a chrome blue iPod in Nathan's pocket.
♦ Video games;; Video games. Simply put, they're awesome. Nathan's not an avid gamer, but he does play his share of video games. He has a knack for them too.
♦ Fries;; Maybe not sweet stuff, but Nathan likes salty things. Like fries! They can't be too overly salty though. Picky? Maybe a little.
♦ New or different stuff;; Yeah. Something new, interesting or different, that Nathan hasn't seen before catches his attention quickly. Especially different. Different is quite cool in his opinion.
♦ Technology;; An obvious one. He may not to a total geek, but Nathan does like his trusty laptop and silver camera.


ew ! gross !

≠ Cake;; Nathan is not a fan of things like cake, or other pastries. Only thing sugary he'll have is soda, and the occasional candy. He tends to get a little strange if he has too much sugar.
≠ Really cold weather;; Nathan can be a little picky when it comes to temperature. Too cold? Stay in bed. That simple.
≠ Little dogs;; The kind of dogs that are small but have a loud bark. Those things are annoying with all the racket they make. You'd think the owners could train them better? Bigger dogs are fine though.
≠ Overly lazy people;; Okay, so.. sometimes you take the easy way out. But not all the time. Nathan dislikes the kind of people that would rather have someone do their work for them, instead of doing it themselves.
≠ Rushing;; Rushing is no good. You only mess up if you try to do things quickly. Nathan's has a little experience with that...
≠ Pushy people;; The kind of person that thinks they know everything and that everyone else is below them. Annoying.
≠ Heights;; Probably due to the way he died. Nathan now has a slight fear of heights.



anything else ?

If Nathan sees someone that resemble either of his sisters in any way, he tends to get a weird feeling inside. He doesn't know why though.
He's also a softie.


music to my ears

～Nagare・Kuukyo・THIS WORD～ -- UVERworld

Honestly --- Cartel

Run for Your Life -- Haruka Shimotsuki


color the rainbow


Royal Blue -- #27408B
Light Sky Blue 4 -- #607B8B
Pale green 4 -- #548B54
Light Steel Blue 3 -- #A2B5CD
Steel Blue -- #4682B4

Artemyes

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Don't underestimate me so easily.
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[ тнє Sмαяту Pαптѕ ]

___συтεя ςнεll_____________»

→ formal introductions • first impressions
Minoru Kanda

→ aliases
Mi, or Min-kun.

→ unstoppable time
15

→ personal secrets
Male

→ chasing after
Girls only.


___ Ѕєє Ήєŕє _____________»
→ innocent or not
Innocence : Furikkaa Shot
Type: Equipment
Form: Gun
Sync rate: 44%

A gun with the ability to shoot out bullets of energy. Coupled with his 'Noah' ability to gather energy or 'control' the elements, like the earth, water, or fire for example. His Noah skills are a little weak, but do add a twist to his Innocence. Other then that, Minoru can change the size or force of the burst from his gun, and he can fire up to five shots one after the other. His sync rate with his Innocence is on the low side, and Minoru gets the feel its because of him being a Noah.

→ loyalties
Exorcist... for sure...

→ reflections
Minoru's hair is short, and a little more like his mother's hair, then his father's when it comes to color. As for his face though, it's not unusual to find a scowl or some other type of sour look upon his face, much like his father. Compared to his sister, who one can always find with a childish expression or look in her eyes, Minoru tends to have a serious look to him. His eyes aren't too different from Michiru's, and it's not difficult to tell that the two are twins. The only time when his expression changes, or softens is when it comes to his sister. It may seem a little strange to see as well.

Much to his annoyance, Minoru is not very tall for a boy. He is only about 5 feet, maybe a little more. One thing Minoru extremely dislikes, is being told he looks younger then he really is. He is sure that as he grows older, he'll be like his father in height. But until then... Yes, Minoru does wear boots with that allow him to look slightly taller. He weighs a little more then his sister, and really doesn't care for 'getting' fat. He never has, and enjoys his soba and second helpings.

Clothing wise, Minoru usually wears a white shirt, with a dark jacket on top. The jacket is light, and it's sleeves are decorated with buckles, another way in which he 'matches' with his sister. He wears dark pants, held up by a slim dark brown belt. Minoru also has a set of pouches hanging from his waist, which carrying little essential things; maps, money, snacks, whatever the case may be. (Like it was said above,) Minoru wears boots. They add a little to his height, and reach up to about a bit below his knees. To match his sister, his boots as well have a few buckles on them.

___dεερεя dσωи_____________»

→ mood swings
Minoru, while he may look like his sister, is quite different personality-wise. He is more of a quiet analyzer, and can seem very, very conceited. He's very intellectual, and enjoys finding out more about things he doesn't know. Minoru tends to always have serious look on his face, and isn't exactly the most out-going, happy go lucky person. Another thing that can make him seem conceited, is the way it may seem like Minoru is waiting to point out that someone is wrong about something. It's a habit though, one which he can't seem to break.

His only weakness it seems, are his sister and father. Minoru may be cold to others, but he's a different person when it comes to them. While he may bluntly refuse to do something if someone else where to ask, if it's Michiru, he won't hesitate. It seems like Michiru is the only one that can get a softer look on his face. Minoru is very attached to his sister, and opens up the most to her. Though he won't admit it front out, Minoru tends to worry a lot about his sister and her childishness. In a way, it's almost like Minoru has taken on the role of parent as well, and he will scold her or such if he deems it necessary.

Minoru is very stubborn, hating to give up. He especially hates it when people underestimate him. Or make comments about his height. Minoru can be hot-headed at times as well, but if it comes to a battle, he is quite level-headed and just as always, analyzing the scene. He's actually not as mean as he makes himself seem, if one can believe it. You just have to look past all the scowling and general jerkiness.

→ history textbook
The son of Yuu Kanda, Minoru and his twin were virtually raised by their father. Their mother had died giving birth, but really, their father was able to care for his two children. While Michiru tended to be a lot more playful and childish, Minoru was the more quieter of the two. Still, that didn't mean he didn't enjoy fooling around with his sister from time to time. He was very attached to both his father, and sister and content with his life.

But things changed. One day, their father went missing, leaving only a note. It said take care of yourselves. That was what Minoru intended to do; their father couldn't leave for too long, right? He could take care of himself and Michiru for a little while. Though these were Minoru's thoughts, Michiru seemed to take the sudden disappearance of their father harder. She would barely move from a sole spot, waiting for him to return. Despite his efforts though, Michiru eventually ended up being hospitalized. Minoru couldn't believe his sister had tried to do away with herself.

It was during the time that Michiru spent in the hospital that Minoru found out two things.. first, he had an Innocence. The Innocence he found was in the form of a rod almost, but upon finding him compatible, it's form shifted to that of a small gun. And just like that, he found out one more thing; he was a Noah. The boy couldn't believe that he was one, though. But, he was sure of it. After all, he'd heard stories from his father about his job as an Exorcist and some of the battles and enemies he'd fought.

But the one thing Minoru really couldn't understand was, why he could have a Innocence, and yet still be a Noah... At one point, Minoru, who had been carrying the Innocence with him up to this time, left it at home when he set out to visit his sister in a hurry. It was then that he realized that the Innocence seemed to 'ward' off this Noah 'instincts'. That one time he didn't carry his Innocence, the Noah overtook him, and it was not at all a pretty sight. His two 'personalities' were conflicting. Not sure how to handle this at all, Minoru spent a few days like that, split between the two, one which seemed to be more overpowering. The one thing that seemed to keep him fighting, was his sister. Eventually, Minoru was able to get a hold of his Noah, and since then has never left his Innocence.

With Michiru still in the hospital and unaware of what was going on, Minoru then played with the thought of leaving. Perhaps she would be better off, without having a brother that was 'an enemy', even if she was unaware of that fact. But when Michiru finally returned home, Minoru found he could not bring himself to do so.

The letter. Michiru was determined to become an Exorcist, and Minoru could see why. This could be a chance to perhaps find a way to get their father back. And who knew, maybe his father would know what to do with the whole situation that had arisen. So, Minoru decided he'd go with his sister, though he's still weary when it comes to him being a Noah... There are still times when Minoru's Noah gets close to or does, 'take' over his personality. He really can't do much about it, but tends to shy away from everyone and keep away until he can suppress it.

→ must have
+ Michiru
+ His father
+ Correcting someone older then him
+ Computers
+ Sweets- except chocolate
+ Soba
+ The Noah Clan(?)

→ throw away
- Being told he looks like a kid
- Michiru getting mad at him (he won't admit it though)
- Chocolate
- The Noah Clan

→ go away
- Michiru finding out he's a Noah
- Never seeing his father or sister again
- Having someone close to him hate him

___тяiviαl dεтαilς_____________»

→ small details
Minoru maybe sort of, kinda... has a sister complex.
→ meaningful melodies
LIES -- Big Bang

→ paint wasted
Dark Slate Gray, Pale Turquoise 4, Light Sky Blue 3.

→ puppeteer
Artemyes

[Artemyes]

»◦« мiиояυ • Ҝαиđα »◦«

»A late night and rain falling d o w n. I bring you back from my memories.

__________I promised myself I would be fine without you, but I can’t help it.

_____________________Without you happiness cannot be found in me.

_____________________________I didn’t know, but I know now that I need you.

_____________________________________I’m sorry because I never got to do anything for you.«

Тнє Sмαяτу Рαитѕ __________________|◦»

[Artemyes]

...βecause I've now lost the sun, I'll go find the moon.__________

Шe lost sight of things that were clear before,___
Иow we're drowning in the sea of our memories.

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Ҝαиđα ╣╠Үυυ

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Яebel one, when will the eternal voice, again, reach my heart?

_____Яebel one, this is the turning point.

[Artemyes]

______◦Đэαđlу Sтяiқэя◦______

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Damn...

That was some fall.
I guess I'm dead now, huh.
...So much for going back home.
But then, I'd have to go on a plane in the sky wouldn't I?

...
Ugh. Suddenly I'm not feeling too good.

...What's up with my memory too? All the people are gone.
The heck? Is my mind cheese or something?
It's like there are holes everywhere...
But at least I still remember who I am.
Nathan Hart.

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[Artemyes]

Ҝомiуα Уυυтα__________◦◦◦_____

тнє моdєяи вєєтноvєи___

It's chance, chance, chance.
Let's begin,
Trans somebody with this. One wish
Makin' sound with beats.
The melodies and the fragments of words
I don't want to regret a thing.

Even if it doesn't reach you,
Time is precious!
No matter when, I want to always shine for the one I love.
I want to answer the voice of your heart

There was little to do, imprisoned as they were. There was nothing in the cell that would serve as a distraction, but then again, why would there be anything? Their captors had no obligation for that; this was not the Eos. The atmosphere and the tension that seemed to climb with each passing moment as they grew nearer to their destination did not make things better. The conversation between them was, as it'd always been, minimal, and there was not much to say anyways. Thus, apart from getting lost in dismal thoughts, the only thing left was sleep. Contrary to the first time though, Alek had long learned his lesson; no longer did he sleep as deeply as he normally would have, instead forcing himself into a light state of semi-consciousness. People had always told him he was a quick learner, and it was true. He would not allow themselves to be caught off guard again. Settled in the spot he'd meagerly claimed as his own, he could spot Aria from the corner of his eye, her chest moving rhythmically in the breathing of sleep.

Time had become difficult to calculate, without a time piece or the sun to guide them. Alek estimated around three hours to have passed though, since he'd been brought back. The sound of a door being unlocked shattered the silence abruptly, and Alek continued to feign sleep, despite having his senses leap to full alert. He was prepared when the two men made their way to him, and for a split second, he felt the urge to tackle them; to hurt them. That foreign feeling died away though, as they grabbed him by the arms, hoisting him to his feet. For Alek's part, he did his best to make it as painless as possible for himself, but that didn't stop them from twisting his arms remorselessly behind his back. The movement brought sparks of pain up through his limbs, but he didn't cry out. Instead, he grit his teeth, telling himself to ease the tightness in his shoulders, to relax.

As they pushed him out of the cell, the adrenaline began to kick in, mixing potently with his anger and fear. Anger, for so many things. And fear? He was not a child, but that didn't mean he couldn't have fear. There was fear for many things as well. This dangerous mix of emotions was only further fueled by the sound of Aria's voice, escaping through the barred window. The sound of his name sounded so strangely distant; he hadn't heard it since he'd left the Eos. He knew it was his, but... it sounded so out of place. That it came from Aria's lips only reinforced that feeling; she had not called him by his name, or a name, ever. Craning his neck back despite knowing what would come from it, he strained to see the girl, his unlikely companion.

Anger swelled, momentarily overcoming his fear, and because adrenaline would fuel whichever dominated his senses, Alek struggled, managing to wrench his arms free. Rather then run though, he snapped an elbow back into the chest of the one that'd been holding him. He didn't stop there though, whipping around and lunging at the next with a fist raised. The first, which had taken the blow to the chest had to struggle for a few seconds before actually getting him off the other, forcing him face first to the wall and keeping him there. Whatever the Captain had said to Aria had been lost on him, and the man came up to them, eyebrow raised at the sight. "Stupid kid, guess you weren't as weak as we'd thought, and you only show itnow." The man with the grip on him pressed him to the wall harder, looking to slam his head against it next when the Captain eloquently put a halt to it, as if he was just stopping a verbal argument between his children. "Now, now," he chided, "We don't want the lad broken or we won't get a good price for him." With that, he swept passed his men, leading the way. The one man that'd taken a blow to the nose swore, but resigned himself to taking his revenge by binding his wrists tightly behind his back.

Alek hissed a swear, glaring daggers despite the feeling of numbness coming to his hands from the tightness of the rope. He was ignored though, finally being released from the wall. With a shove, he was forced to walk, the man in the back keeping tabs on him by the length of rope that came from his bound hands, like a lead.

Outside, a panic bubbled up in Alek's chest. His eyes darted around the entirety of the area, surveying, searching for an escape route or someone to help. No one spared a glance at him though, and why would they? He didn't look anything like an apprentice engineer at the moment. As they moved through the crowd, the man with his hold on the rope tugging on it whenever it looked as though he would stray, Alek tried to settle his breathing. The things he saw... Some of it was enough to make him want take to the skies again, no matter the ship. This was one of the reasons why he found solace in the engine rooms of high flying vessels. There was none of the treachery and unlawfulness of the earth up there; the gears always kept to the same systemic and peaceful movement. Things had gone down hill horribly since the spirits had gone crazy. It took a good full ten minutes of being jostled through the thick crowd of people, before they began to thin out. Alek's eyes were drawn to the grand bell tower that stood directly before them, but it's immense beauty and architecture were lost on him when he saw what lay in the plaza below it. The sight was enough to have his stomach recoiling, and dread filled him, knowing that was where his fate would be determined.

Without knowing it, Alek had stopped walking altogether. His heart pounded loud enough to fill his ears as he took in the sight. There were plenty more people like him; bound and led about the plaza like animals. A good portion of them too, were tied to a wooden fence, worn away by the chafing of ropes and the struggles of souls to be sold inhumanely. It was in this direction, that Alek was pushed along to,


"But... you..."

[Artemyes]

Release it, your precious soul...
If you become aware
In the strength that believes, try & try
It will never be broken.

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You can cry now, tomorrow...
I'll definitely be on your side
We can overcome it all.

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[Artemyes]

_____» What do you know about me. . . ? «

» There's something missing, right? «

» Don't expect everything ! «_____

» I'm grasping ahold of the light of this town. . . ! «

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_____» What do you know about me. . . ? «

» There's something missing, right? «

» Don't expect everything ! «_____

» I'm grasping ahold of the light of this town. . . ! «

[Artemyes]

«•◦ Άllєи Шαlҝєя ◦•»

Without sight of the end, I run on,
Towards the shapeless peace in the distance.

The dazzling brightness that I aspire for
is to change everything. . .

The sky greets those who fly.

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Cαи уоυ sєє тнє blαcқ, шнiτє, αиd sнαdєѕ оғ gяαу оғ τнє шояld . . . ?

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» му sқill ;
» му єҳрєrτisє is ; Starter Tier
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