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61.3% | [ 19 ] |
| No. |
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9.7% | [ 3 ] |
| Oh great, another vampire rp... |
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12.9% | [ 4 ] |
| No it's not! |
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16.1% | [ 5 ] |
| Total Votes: | [ 31 ] | ||
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Accepted
Humans:
-Government:
-Other:
-Government:
-Other:
Appearance:
Name: Collin Evans
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Weapons:
+Knife: In boot
+Twin Machetes: Holster on back, usually concealed under a leather jacket
+Handgun: On belt, partially concealed under shirt
Biography: Collin can still remember hearing his parents argue about the vampire take over when he was a child. He hadn't been born yet when the shifters, blood suckers, and various things had emerged from wherever they'd been hiding, but he certainly saw the aftermath. His mother frequently had panic attacks that Collin and his father had to quickly learn to identify and prevent least the woman pass out from hyperventilation or try to jump off the fire escape. Their small apartment that had felt so cozy before he learned to listen to the late night arguments soon felt like a prison. His father would demand that mother get her condition treated by a real doctor and mother's paranoia would insist that all the doctors were Blood Suckers and Dogs in disguise. Nothing was ever really fixed.
Up until he was ten, Collin believed the stories about how the humans would again rise up and reclaim what was theirs. He listened with baited breath and wide eyes to the tales of conquest and war and how humans had come through it all stronger than ever. "Our greatest advantage" his father would always say "is our ability to adapt to anything. We'll get through this."
But they didn't. He watched and waited but the only thing he saw his own government doing (what was left of the government at any rate) was to reinforce a local curfew for a few years in an attempt to keep the streets safe and collect more taxes than anyone could afford for 'military budgets and research'.
He was thirteen when he formed the gang called Adam. At first it was just a bunch of kids throwing rocks at places the vampires and shifters were known to lurk, always during the day when the sun was high and the felt safe, but Adam grew. Nothing unites people like a common enemy and Adam was bright enough to realize this. A few other gangs cropped up around the city with similar notions, but Adam's Gang remained the first and the strongest, managing to prevent discovery of their individual identities through use of dark masks that covered the upper half of their face and scent bombs that mixed the strongest smells to disguise their individual scents from noses stronger than human ones.
Collin didn't order the members of Adam to do much most of the time, letting them simply stir things up around the city. Occasionally they'd manage to track the movements of a particular Dog of Blood Sucker enough to jump them, beating the hell out of them and then leaving the bodies (sometimes breathing, sometimes not) to be found by their own kind.
While this made them a strong target, Collin was very careful. His position as leader was kept a careful secret from everyone who had not been in the gang longer than six months to prevent assassination attempts. He kept his own people safe by beginning to monitor their movements, making sure no one struck in the same section of the city too often to avoid creating a pattern or leading anyone back to their main headquarters. They usually used the old theaters, such forms of entertainment having been almost abandoned in recent years.
Though only seventeen, he currently lives alone as a high school drop out, working part time at a run down coffee shop and doing his best to keep up the appearance of a normal life. Long sleeves and a cap that shadows his face cover up enough of the bruises and cuts to fool the average customer and his boss respects him enough not to ask.
Personality: Collin bears a strong ill will towards the non-human races, referring to all vampires as Blood Suckers and shifters as Dogs, even though some take the form of other animals. He's never bothered to speak to one outside of interrogations and all interrogations where he has to personally be present do not leave the non-human with enough brain cells to remember his face. He counts it as a necessary precaution, having become increasingly brutal and ruthless in his tactics as the years have gone by.
His frustration with the government has almost reached the level of his hatred for the non-humans, not having seen a single bit of evidence to support claims of the 'super humans' that were designed to help them eradicate the current plague on the human race.
He is not a killing machine, however. His rage at the non's and government stem from his deep love for (and pride in) the human race. He honestly sees his people as having been the complete victims of a brutal unprovoked attack and refuses to see his culture and heritage go up in smoke because something unnatural rose from the sewers. His passion in hunting with his gang is matched in his compassion towards the ones who come back from battles hurt. He makes sure he is always the first to attack, the last to retreat from any ambush or attack he attends, dark mask and scent deterrents firmly in place.
Occasionally he has nightmares and those around him have learned not to ask him about them. Or wake him, for that matter. He almost gutted the last person to touch his shoulder when he was locked in a nightmare, brain projecting the face of a vampire onto the poor boy before he was completely awake. Those in his gang closes to him guess they have something to do with the mother he hasn't spoken of in five years.
Username: With A Twist Of Lime
Post Color: And he answered, "Sometimes it's dark blue."
Super-Humans:
Appearance:
Name: Willow (Will)
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Abilities:
Intangibility-She can make it so that nobody can touch her, but she cant touch them or anything else either.
Sight-She can locate anybody she has met, unfortunately she must know them and be able to recognize the place.
Durability-She doesn’t have to eat as often, she has never been sick though she can get hurt
Weaknesses: She is physically weak, her powers are useless for offence
Biography: She was one of many experiments, each meant to be weapons. She was donated as an alternative to adoption, she was taken from the womb. She was the only failure. Will hates herself for her impudence, eventually she ran away from the project. She knows very little about why she was created, and has yet to fully understand her powers. She now lives on the streets, avoiding the other races.
Little does she know the scientists are still looking for her.
Personality: Will is very shy, but calm. She’s afraid of all beings, though she fears humans the most. She has come in contact with many creatures, yet the humans are the only ones who have ever really hurt her . She likes to be alone and always seems nervous. She has many ticks, when she’s scared and alone she’ll curl up with her knees to her chest and rock slightly, she bites her lip and clenches her hands together when she’s uncomfortable. She never looks people in the eye.
Username: BMused
Post Color: MediumPurple
Appearance:
Her eyes are the color of silver, and she is never seen without her cloak.
Name: Nerezza
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Abilities: Telekinesis-Has the ability to move objects or people without actually touching them. This includes launching or throwing an object. However, because this is a mental ability, she suffers headaches and mental breakdowns.
Enhanced Hearing- Has much better human than that of a regular human. This is more of a hindrance than a help, considering her headaches are usually worsened by noise.
Illusion-She can create illusions, make people see things that aren’t there. She sometimes, though rarely, sees hallucinations herself. If she sees something strange, she might think it’s a hallucination even though it might not be. This power does not affect everyone. It affects most humans, some vampires, some werewolves/shapeshifters, very few super-humans, and no monsters.
Weaknesses: She does not listen to anyone, for the most part. She has random mental breakdowns where her aloof composure is shattered and she starts panicking for no reason. (Unless there is a reason conveniently placed at the time.) She also suffers from headaches, which often make it hard for her to concentrate.
Biography: Nerezza was donated as an experiment as an alternative to abortion, though she does not that herself. Once she turned ten, she declared that she would not cooperate with the people who experimented on her unless she received an MP3 player or CD player of some sort. Surprisingly, the request was met. Nerezza lived for seventeen years total until she escaped, unable to put up with the sounds of other experiments. She has lived and wandered in the city ever since then, stealing from stores food, CDs, batteries for her MP3 player, and whatever else she needs. She is a drifter, and uses her hearing to avoid conflict if she can help it.
Personality: Nerezza is a very solitary person, and has never had friendship, nor has she ever wished for it. She does not speak much, though that could be because she has no one to speak to. She is completely indifferent to who wins the war, as long as no one annoys her or commands her to do anything. She hates almost any type of noise, for she suffers massive headaches and noise only irritates them. The only noise that doesn’t irritate her is music. Oddly enough, she loves rock music, even heavy metal. To her, the louder it is, the better. She also is a fan of classical music, and is rarely seen without her MP3 player. Unlike some of the other experiments, she does not hate or dislike humans more than another race. She dislikes all races equally. The only way she would probably even get close to someone is if her life is in danger (She has no death wish) or if that person is playing music that is enjoyable to her. Nerezza is, and always has been fascinated with music. In fact, if she had a goal it would be to learn how to play an instrument.
Username: Dalia Salvd
Post Color: Deep sky blue.
Vampires:
-Leader: Mariana Saravan
-Leader: Mariana Saravan
Name: Anya
Age: Somewhere over 3000/she looks around 20
Gender: Female
Abilities: Speed is her mainly trained physical ability and she is very good at sensing other's emotions. Of course because of her age she also has acute senses.
Weaknesses: She does not punish those who serve her often, even if they did something to displease her or mess with her plans. This has sometimes led to someone trying to back stab her but she still can not bring herself to strike at those who have done well for her in the past.
Biography: Because she's been a vampire so long she doesn't even remember her life as a human besides the fact that she can remember her husband's and child's face. She also can't remember who it was that turned her, or if she was turned at all. She just remembers being sick, seeing her small family's faces crying, and then waking up as what would later be called a Vampire.
She traveled the world and learned many things and languages that way. Over time she realized just how destructive humans were and contemplated what would happen to the world should they be left in charge. She just felt that something drastic had to be done to tip the balance and she worked discreetly over the years.
Personality: She's quiet and contemplative. Over the three milleniums she gives herself credit for living through she's learned a lot. While Anya may not raise her voice to show her displeasure other's can tell by the shadow of a frown that would grace her face or in the way her voice hardens. That is when people should realize that they've done something to upset her, which is very rare since she's not one to jump to anger. She prefers to be able to old things, situations and people alike, at a distance so she can continue to evaluate everything.
Username: Mariana Saravan
Post Color:Dark Blue
Appearance:
Name: Leonardo S. Tensatsu
Age: Appearance: Early twenties Factual: (First recorded sighting/ The Vatican remaining library record) 120 BC, Rome.
Gender: Male
Abilities: Blighting, Infernal optics, the usual strengths of any immortal.
Weaknesses: Menthol cigarettes, alcohol, and the tendency to wander off on his own.
Biography: Little is known of the enigmatic vampire, aside from his first public appearance on written record. A small encounter with the early romans, which ended in the hunt of a so called demon. Three years later, the hunt was withdrawn for unstated reasons. Of course there had been rumors of the same "demon" earlier in history. The Greeks often referring to such a seductive creature in their mythology, though such theories where disclaimed later by the medieval churches through out Europe.
There had been other sources leading back to a single name, "Tensatsu" in the Japanese mythology. A skilled monster, trained in the arts of stealth, and ninja tactic. This account lasted ten years, with a long list of unsolved deaths blamed on the devil. Early America saw little of this demon, aside from a single account in the 60's. A cult gathering, leading to a mass accumulation of deaths brought about by what appeared to be two bite marks on the neck. Drugs where suspected, and the whole thing was dropped after vampires started infiltrating the human politics/government.
Personality: Careless, calm, collected, lethargic, and otherwise bored with life. Appearing often oblivious to those around him, despite his awareness. Playing upon words, and riddles more so then indulging in an actual conversation.
Username: Leonardo S. Tensatsu
Post Color: "Post Color"
Appearance:
Name: Charlotte
Age: 270/ looks 17
Gender: Female
Abilities: Charlotte has an enhanced sense of hearing and smell
Weaknesses: Charlotte's weakness is any type of alcohal, whenever she has even one drop she looses all her self control and becomes very weak.
Biography: Charlotte lived in a large city her whole life. She was always very populer in school. During her senior year in highschool she met this very shady character. Soon she became attracted to him, but she didn't know he was a vampire. The more she was around him the more she changed, she became an alcoholic then one night when she was drunk he changed her. The night after the graduation. After that she hid from the world scared of what they would say. But years later she left her hiding place and started a new life. Ready to kill any humans that got in her way.
Personality: Charlotte is very shady and cold towards anyone despite their race.
Username: PirateQueenOreo
Post Color: Indigo
Appearance: True
Name: Melina Delphius
Age: Actual age -Twenty one.
Gender: Female
Abilities: Heightened senses, of course. She can sense stress as well.
Weaknesses: The girl is not very fond of being made fun of, especially of her eyes. Being a genetic disorder and ignoring that she is immortal, she's blind, mostly. Although she can see when there is light to bounce off of the edges of whatever. Besides this, her twin brother is an even stronger weakness to her. With him by her side throughout her life, she would have been completely lost and there has never been a time when they were separated except for lately, when she tries to venture into the world by herself, attempting to survive without someone else holding onto her hand.
Biography: Melina's life was never terrible, or even the slightest bad. She was born, along with her twin, into a loving family. Her Mother being half vampiric and her Father being full, having been turned by her Mother ahead of time before they had made the twins. With enhanced senses and abilities, it wasn't difficult to learn without sight, she was taught how to fight from her parents and how to defend herself since they all lived with knowing war was common and fighting happened on a daily schedule. But with a twin connection, her and her brother were easily drawn together and hardly separated from childbirth and so forth. He helped her with every turn and course in life, and they loved each other deeply. Which it's hard for her to even consider another man in her life when he comes to mind.
Personality: Although Melina is blind and a vampire, her nature is very calm and relaxing. If she must fight, she will, but she avoids it without any consent. She would rather spend a day sitting in the center of a meadow and staring forward at nothing, having never been able to enjoy the many colors of the world. Her words are soft spoken and highly collected, having no intention of starting quarrels with others of any race unless they threaten her or her close ones. If this happens, her words are very cruel and twisting, but manipulating at the same time. Otherwise, she observes everything with all of her senses except for the one she has not.
Username: satanic jew
Post Color: Color my text.
Werewolves/Shifters:
-Leader: Waterbard
-Leader: Waterbard
Appearance:
Animalistic Form: X
Name: Mokata D'Vanri
Age: ?
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Weaknesses: Gambling and Being in closed spaces
Biography: Strangely enough, Mokata grew up like any other normal childhood. Both of her parents were caring, and loving- sending her to all the best schools and teachers so that she could have everything she needed to be sucessful. She grew resentful of the leash that her parents seemed to keep her on, as much as they loved her, and soon found herself rebeling. Her father, fearing for her, sent her off to a boarding school- and there: she was bit.
The man who bit her was part of the orignal movents, and when he was killed- ensured her as his successor. Bitter from it all, Mokata has learned to hate all humans, including her parents and wishes nothing more than to rid the world of them.
Personality: Bitter, Sadistic and Twisted, Mokata is just not a nice person. Closed off to humans, and anyone who isn't a shifter- she never attempts to make friends. Even so, she will stay calmer and generally less grumpy around those of her own kind. She enjoys hunting, drinking, smoking and other 'vices' that others frown upon.
Username: Waterbard
Post Color: This Dark Blood Red
Appearance:
Animalistic Form: [.x.]
Name: Karin 'Kitty' Steele
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Shifter- White Leopard
Weaknesses: She has a quick temper, anything involving her family, and to be bound up.
Biography: Karin was born a Shifter, but wasn't able to actually shift until she was eleven years old, a late bloomer, so she's less experienced then other shifters. She is the youngest out of a family of 7, but because she was slow to shift, she lost the compassion of her family so she left them when she was fourteen.
Personality: Karin isn't all bad. Yes, if she has an enemy, she'll full out attack them with a vengance. When with other species, she has a cold, distant personality. But, when she has prey, she likes it to last as long as possible, for her own entertainment since she does not get a lot of it.
Username: Little Misaki
Post Color: Gray
Appearance:
Animalistic Form: [x] (red part is silver)
Name: Fabian "Phobia" Bloodsworth
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf
Weaknesses: If he gets a large rush of adrenaline, he seems to loose his mind. He also shudders a lot, similar in a way [everlasting] of excitement, though that really isn't a weakness.
Biography: He was turned by his older brother at the age of five, when they were camping with their dad. They Fabian and his brother were play-fighting, and his brother accidentally bit him. Since then, Fabian has turned every night, and though he doesn't crave world domination as other werewolves do, he likes power. Other werewolves gave him the nickname "Phobia" for a number of reasons: The way he quivers makes him look like he's scared (when he's really not) and some werewolves are afraid of him. There whereabouts of Fabian's brother are unknown to this day.
Personality: Phobia likes to attack everything that moves. He's been called crazy, though he doesn't like interaction with others, unless he's killing them. He has a permanent eye twitch, so that makes him look a little odd, but he doesn't care. The last thing he cares about is other people's opinions about him. He talks a little bit fast, and he walks around barefoot. Phobia doesn't have many friends, and he has a lot of animal-like qualities about him.
Username: Erotic Binary
Post Color: RoyalBlue
Appearance:
Animalistic Form: [x]
Name: Pandora Rouge
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Weaknesses: Sharp lights,
Biography: Pandora. Interesting name, right? Yeah, well, my parents didn't care enough to actually name a child they weren't going to keep. I was born on the glorious day of All Hallow's Eve. It's the only thing I'm actually proud of. The things I'm not so proud of, you can probably guess. My parents gave me up to adoptioin right after I took my first breath. I don't hate them for it. I actually would thank them for it. My life was better than I could've imagine. I had a nice life, although my adoptive parents seemed to be wary of me. Since I came from a bad set of parents, they were expecting me to get their habits. No, I knew I wasn't going to be a drug-pusher, or a bad alcoholic. I didn't see the reason to be. As fate would have it, I wouldn't be like them, but I'd go through things worse than them. Much worse.
It was a cool night, close to my birthday. I had gotted into a verbal fight with the people who raised me, and had taken off. It was just going to be until I cooled off and went back to them saying I was sorry, and all the good stuff. What happened wasn't anything near that. I was in the park, walking down the way, when it happened. One moment I was feuding in my head with myself, the next, I was being dragged into the woods by a black shadowed figure. I knew instantly it wasn't a person. It was too big, too..furry. Lucky I was being watched when it happened, and the park night guards came in right after me. They shot at the creature and chased it away but not before it had bitten me hard, tearing my skin, and a few muscles said the ER doctor.
I was taken into the ICU for blunt force trauma, and a large wild animal attack. I didn't understand the blunt force trauma at first, but it came to me a few weeks later. When the animal had taken me down, it smached hte back of my head on the concrete sidewalk under me. I was stuck in that horrid smelling hospital for weeks. It about killed me to not get up and take all the electrodes form my head, adn all the IV's out of my veins. But the doctor's convinced me. A few times the police, and wild game hunters came to ask me questions about what happened. I didn't know. It happened so suddenly.
When I was released, I felt like a million bucks. Maybe I should've been attacked before. No, no. I wish I never was. The first transformation, beginning the start of my curse, as the most painful, flesh ripping I'd ever had. It was like hell was burning, coarsing through my veins. I couldn't take it, and passed out. When I came to, I was naked in the same woods I was attacked in. A boy was lying beside me in a pool of blood, his jaw slack, eyes wide.
I understood then what had happened to me. It wasn't a good thing. I hated what I had become, but in the same time, I cherished it. Not everyone was going to be like me. Most would die, like the boy did, at the fate of my han--claws.
Personality: Pandora, ahh what’s to say about me? I’m me. I’m a loud and obnoxious person. Well, I was. I was a happy go lucky person who laughed at the stories of teenage pregnancies, of murders, of rapes, and though it wouldn’t happen to me. No, I was pretty convinced. My friends thought I was crazy. Oh, no. I just thought it was funny. It was a sarcastic son of a gun too. No one could figure out if I was joking or not. I always was, people didn’t se it that way. It didn’t bother me. I was used to my life.
Although, I changed entirely after I was bitten. I was more sadistic, more narcissistic, just plain horrible. The change scared a few people, and relieved others. So far, I know most of my new kind like the new me, but some of the old friends miss my old quirky remarks. They’re still there, I just haven’t felt the need to use them lately.
Username: charlieface
Post Color: That's easy. Green.
Monsters:
Name: Eden DeLorne
Appearance:
• long, luxurious red-brown hair
• hazel eyes, chocolate in color with green flecks. [But you could tell there’s something
very reptilian about them, in the way her pupils are more slitted than perfect circles.]
• slender figure, average height
• usually dresses very nicely, in pinstripe skirts, very snug lace blouses, stilettos, leather
pumps, leather blazers, etc. [She usually looks like an upscale secretary, except that she
sometimes goes for decapitating people.]
• full peach-colored lips with very come-hither eyelashes
• always wears a silver pendant of the symbol for Scorpio
• if you ever catch her without a shirt [which you wont’], you’ll see a long gash running down
her back, like her flesh was just ripped downwards and just healed. [That is where those spindly
spider-like claws come out of.]
• in her monster form, she looks the same, except for the claws, her eyes that turn pure red, and
her skin which turns a extremely pale blue-white
Gender: Female
Race: Scorpion Empusae
Abilities:
• enhanced hearing / smelling
• creation and manipulation of the element fire
• voice of persuasion [she can delve into a person’s mind and push them to do something,
although it is more difficult with immortals]
Weaknesses:
• mirrors (she sees her true self in them)
• wounded by anything made of a completelypure element (gold, silver, etc.)
• holy water
Biography:
The empusae are commonly thought of as female demons, offspring of the great goddess
Hecate. They are able to shift into various forms at while and in mythology were often
illustrated and depicted as siren-like maidens who lured men into their grasps. Most of them
are cold, bloodthirsty, and manipulative seeing as how they are rooted in Greek demons, but
most of them are just called monsters. Eden is very old, and could be regarded as a sort of
nastier breed of vampire.
She killed her mother immediately after birth, but that isn’t even the sad part. That sad part
is that her father was human, prey to her mother centuries ago. That is the sole reason why
Eden’s immediate appearance does not reveal her true nature. She has the ability to grow
two pairs of thin, claw-like wings from her back and use them as sword, shears, extra hands,
etc. Think Kraven from Underworld II. Think scorpion claws / sharp spider arms. The thing
is, she can very well poison you if she decides to inject her poison. For a human, an
average amount of poison will kill them. However, it’s different with vampires and
werewolves.
Personality:
Simplest description? She’s a b***h. She loves to torment and manipulate people – but could
you blame her? The woman is delightfully vicious and could be oh-so sweet when and
where she wants to be, because she knows she’s pretty on the outside. She uses people,
she doesn’t trust the good majority of the population, and she’s dangerous.
Don’t even talk to her about men, because she thinks they’re below dirt, the lot of them.
Don’t talk to her about compassion or cute fuzzy puppies. And don’t talk to her about mercy.
If she suddenly gets an urge to kill you, she probably will. Of course, there’s this whole
business of staying under the radar as to not be discovered…But even if anyone finds out
about her, they’ll be dead within a day. BUT. If somebody happens to win her trust, they
might as well be a god or goddess. Having someone like Eden on your side is something to
be /very/ happy about, since it basically means no one sane would dare touch you.
The moral of the story? Don’t taunt Eden.
Username: siouxsy
Post Color:in crimson
Appearance:
Name: Her name is far to hard for humans to pronounce or understand, but when speaking in English, they call her Pyro.
Gender: Female
Race: Beast of Hell
Abilities: She controls fire, flames, and any other sort of burning substance that causes these and she can change her size, though she can only grow smaller than her true form.
Weaknesses: Water, ice, cold: These are three things that she actually fears, at least what human would call fear. She hates being cooped up and usually finds herself burning down something. When she has an overwhelming feeling, be it hate, fear, or whatever else it is humans feel, she can't control the fire with in her. On more than one occasion she had been seen because of this, but every event was call a 'natural disaster'.
Biography: They (meaning the humans) had given her kind the name 'Beasts of Hell' though this was false. Back before the world was new, everything was alive; fire, ice, stone, wind, etc. and they live in harmony with one another. However, when whatever the cause of the Earth's existence occurred, humanity sprouted and cursed these things. As time passed her breed was forced to remain in hiding though there were a few rebellions in the beginning that gave the humans reasons to document their existence, though most story were forgotten and turned into myths.
Pyro hardly remembers that time finding that most of her thoughts came and went with the times. After the Vampires staged their attack though, she was forced to live in furnaces of the factories that the humans managed to keep running. During that time she taught herself to speak English and studied the humans and the various other races that attached them. In the recent events, she wished that she could be among the others for her loneliness often overwhelms here causing the factories to catch fire. Despite that, she stays hidden from the races, her own kind, and sometimes herself.
Personality: If humans had to put a label on her and try to make her more like them (for whatever reason they seem to think of), she would be shy and quiet though she can get out of hand. They would say she has violent mood swings, but deep down all she wants is a friend.
Username: Foxx_Fur
Post Color: Most of the time she is black, but she speaks in "dark orange" and thinks in 'dark red'.
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