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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:56 pm
 
Kingdom ↠ Chronos
Position ↠ Prince
Full Name ↠ Stefan Calvino Jr
Nickname ↠ Fane
Age ↠ 24
Birthday ↠ July 11th
Height ↠ 6'4"
Weight ↠ 148lbs
Powers ↡
Innate Time - He knows what time it is 100% of the time down to a tenth of a second.
Time Projection - When his power is activated Fane can watch the past happening in front of his eyes, like a blanket that covers reality. He does not time travel but instead calls up his own past or the past of any person or object that he is touching. To call up the past of a person he must be maintaining skin-to-skin contact with them. When he is making this contact the person or object he is touching will have the same side effects as him. This power does not call up memories and past events will not always be seen how the person remembers it because memories decay with age. When this power is activated he and anyone else brought into the projection cannot see or hear anything going on in real time, and using this power does not stop time around him. Because of his overuse of this power in place of relying on long term memory, he has complete control over it. Fane is able to flicker it off and on at such a speed that he is able to look through the past while speaking with someone. He is also able to "fast forward" and "rewind" events in time at his leisure. The only thing about his power that strains him is "pausing" to a specific moment, as forcing time to be anything but fluid is extremely difficult. It is possible, but he often does not pause if he does not need to.
Personality ↡
Fane desperately wants to be a good person, he's just not convinced he can be. He often feels two faced, choosing not to deal with his problems and acting casually in his free time before while turning around and becoming deadly serious when it comes to his country, his siblings, and what he needs to do to protect those two things. Living a fake it until you make it life, he does everything in his power to seem like he is a perfect gentleman while knowing that he's simply not. Despite trying to make the right choices, he often feels like he's bungled it up and left everyone he's ever loved hanging. Out of fear he finds himself telling even the people he cares about and wants to open up to half truths, either by not telling the full story or by never correcting incorrect assumptions. He's even tempered and extremely hard to make angry, but once he's mad it quickly becomes explosive. It's something he's deeply ashamed of.
Political Opinion ↠ Fane has never particularly concerned himself with who was his enemy. Hint: it was everyone. His main concern as a politician is keeping his people alive and the war out of Chronos, something he has done his best with but ultimately failed to do. Unfortunately, he can't keep the economic impact at bay and peace is within his best interests.
Biography ↡
There wasn't much fanfare for the first prince of Chronos upon his birth. For who would celebrate the child of a maid? The king of Chronos never should have recognized the baby in the first place, but with the newfound knowledge that the queen was sterile Stefan Calvino Sr felt the need to take the child in to secure an heir. His massive ego could not allow him to be the last Calvino on the throne. And so the affair was hidden, the maid gave birth, and the queen took over as a mother when the maid fled without the baby. And it seemed the king's ego wouldn't be satisfied without letting his name live on either. The baby was named after his father, but the queen would be the one to give him the nickname Fane. She didn't blame Fane, instead choosing to view him as a helpless victim much like herself. They became close, the queen a doting mother and Fane none the wiser that they weren't actually related as the king moved on to his latest conquest.
It wasn't long before that conquest granted Fane a baby sister. This time, with Fane secured as an heir, the king didn't feel the need to hide his adulterous ways and moved his affair partner into the palace with the royal family once she had fallen pregnant. He didn't get to see Irene much, she was too small to join him in any classes when he started them at 5. Yet, it was around this time that his power manifested. A part of him knew that it was something he didn't want anyone else to know about. Seeing cherished parts of his past felt like a special secret he needed to keep to himself. Not to mention, he'd seen the way some powers were reacted to. How people didn't like to ask or use their powers for fear of distorting time or something. Thankfully, when his first teacher discovered his power it was mistaken for time travel. It was a common enough power, and he was then "taught" how to master it.
Too bad he was being taught how to master the wrong power.
The lessons did help, but he was forced to also discover the finer points of his power on his own. It was through his own discoveries that he learned at the tender age of six that his mother was not his biological mother. He'd been starting to notice that she often didn't seem well. The queen had often found herself bedridden, but being so young meant that Fane never really realized she was chronically ill. In his young mind he had always just assumed she was tired. But suddenly her health took a drastic nose dive. Being so young, he just wanted to help. Spending time with her and giving her presents made her happy, but it didn't stop her cough or the hollow look in her eyes. It was only natural that he would do the only other thing he could think of, and started looking to the past for anything that might help his mother feel better. But his time was so small, there had to be things older than him that would help more. And so he looked into the time of the palace to try to find something, anything. Unfortunately, all he found were the lies and scars of the royal family. And only a few months later, his mother would pass.
Dealing with such big emotions all at once at such a young age was difficult. He became dissonant and fussy. Part of him stopped knowing who he was, which muddled into the deep sadness of having the only parent he would ever know ripped away from him. His father was no consolation during this time. Any disturbance Fane started to cause with his new found lack of motivation for anything was met with harsh words and steely disappointment. Harsh words quickly turned into cruel words, his father tearing him down for making the king of Chronos look bad in public for having such a gloomy and uneducated heir. Stefan Sr had little patience for comforting his son and instead would lash out then have a maid take the boy to sit in his room in silence to "think about what he had done." Taking a new queen only a few months after the death of his prior wife shocked him, still very much reeling from the loss of the most important person in his life. He had a tantrum, insisting that his father could not throw his mother away so quickly. This tantrum was the first time that his father laid hands on him, too frustrated and angry that someone would question him when he was king. The beating solidified Fane's hatred for his father.
Surprisingly, he didn't hate his new stepmother. She was wary of the gloomy six year old who wanted little to do with the family and kept her distance. Which, frankly, was Fane's preference. He wasn't interested in making family with her and pretending he was fine when he was still working through the complexity of everything he knew but wasn't supposed to. Instead the stints in which he was sent to his room became extended, lonely hours where even the maids didn't feel the need to check on him lest they incur the king's wrath. Or worse. The very walls of the palace kept Fane up to date on the ongoings within the halls, letting him see everything. It was how he learned his stepmother was pregnant a year into her marriage.
At first, it was exciting news. He'd always wanted to know Irene better, but they had been kept away from each other. Or, more accurately, she'd been kept secluded from everyone. Until now he'd never been particularly interested in trying to break any rules, but now he didn't know that he cared about those rules. The thing that kept him away was more that Irene didn't seem interested in seeing him. Maybe this new sibling would be his key to being close with someone! It was a thrilling prospect to have real family that was truly his to bond with. Until he learned that his step mother didn't want him anywhere near his little sister, lest Fane's gloomy temperament rub off on her. This knowledge snapped something within the young prince and a seed was planted before he even knew it.
He spent several years like this. Refusing to do work, being sent to his room, then lying on the floor and projecting the prior day's major events to pass the hours only disengaging when his secondary power to know the time told him it was time for servants to deliver food to him. He'd seen Adelaide's first words and first steps this way. In fact, he'd even dug down further in time to see Irene's first words and first steps. Sometimes when the prior day was particularly boring - which was more frequent than he'd like, it would be nice if the servants lives were filled with more drama - he would find himself reading the texts that he was supposed to study to become a good ruler without the help of a tutor to parse what he was supposed to be understanding. Instead he was taking everything at face value, something he was sure would displease his father if he only cared enough to find out. Occasionally he would be pulled out of the same old cycle to be threatened, hit, and dragged to some event where he was paraded around as the heir to save face.
Each event that he was dragged out of his room for tended to that little seed that had been planted. It also had started to show him the cracks in his own memory. Fane was nine when he realized that he couldn't put the names to faces of the other nobility, regardless of how hard he tried to memorize it. In fact, even recalling names was starting to become extremely difficult. It had become a sore spot to the king, an unacceptable rift in the "perfect royal family" he demanded that everyone but himself partake in. Adelaide was too young to be considered anything less than perfect, and Irene wasn't dragged into these events the way that Fane was. Any slip up was cause of worse and worse punishment and there was only one way he could come up with to avoid it. And so he started using his powers to fill in the gaps. Being so young and inexperienced at it, he was clumsy in his first attempts. His long pauses and blank stare as he pulled up the names of people still enraged his father and earned him punishment. But that only forced him further into perfecting his power and vowing he would never let his father touch his sisters the same way.
Finally when he was thirteen, that seed that had been planted with Adelaide's birth bloomed. He'd read through his books for what felt like the hundredth time, the palace was stuffy, boring, and fresh bruises on his rib cage stung with each breath as if to remind him how little he wanted to be here. No one ever really checked on him. So why did he need to be here? He knew the schedules of the servants from his five years of self imposed isolation and whatever his own faltering memory couldn't help him with, the palace itself would. By now he was used to flickering his power to talk to people. Avoiding the staff and his family would be simple. And it was. Actually, it had been far too easy for him to walk right out of a side door and off of the palace grounds. But being so young and finally feeling free for the first time, he didn't think twice about it and slipped through the gates into the capital. He'd occasionally seen glimpses of the capital through the window of the royal carriage on the way to an event, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually been outside for more than fifteen minutes. He wandered, taking in the sights and smells and feel of the sun on his pale skin.
It was addicting.
At first it had been an impulsive decision. Why sequester himself away when he could simply leave? No one would notice. Even worse, he was right. That first time he slipped back into the palace without anyone knowing he had left in the first place. And then he did it again. And again. And again. Quickly it was becoming routine to dress down, slip out a side door, and wander. He'd learned to keep small change on him - probably the hardest part of his excursions was finding small enough coins to be a reasonable amount of pocket change for a commoner in the palace vault - so that he could buy a snack or a drink that allowed him to sit in a tavern for a few hours to people watch. Being so young and naive meant he didn't quite think through his actions, which was how he found himself in the wrong bar at the wrong time.
A misunderstanding was all it took. Some hotheaded man - young but still nearly ten years older than the fourteen year old prince - said the wrong thing and a fight broke out. It was shocking and nasty. Part of him wanted to step in. But he was a kid and, the real reason he stood rooted in place, a coward. It wasn't until things settled down that he found the man in the back alley with blood dripping down his face. Everything in him should have walked away. Gone back to the palace, locked himself back in his stuffy room with his stuffy life. Instead, determined to be nothing like his father, he brought out water and a washcloth. From then on he was sprinting further and further into a spiral.
He got to know the man and his friends. They were the ones buying him his first drink, harassing him into trying drugs, finding him underground tattoo parlors when he expressed an interest, and shoving him into women with any chance they could. And he leaned right into it, trying to impress the only people he knew as friends. They weren't good people, but they weren't bad either. Whatever was left of Fane's black and white thinking was stripped away as he learned about the hardships and struggles the common people faced in the war. Friends being recruited into the military and ripped away from their families. Some never returning or, worse, returning so broken either in body or mind they couldn't function any longer. How some were so poor the only food they could get was stolen off of the ground. Others being harassed for who they loved or what they looked like. The more he learned the more it shaped the context of the study materials he'd spent years reading over and over reshaped and reformed what he believed in. When he would get home he would write himself notes to remember his new revelations. Time couldn't remind him of what he believed, only where he had been and what he had seen. And he was determined to remember what he could when he wasn't in a drug induced haze.
Two years went by like this. In the palace he would taunt the king as subtly as Fane could to be the center of his wrath and keep it away from his sisters. When he was out on the streets he would add to his ever growing collection of tattoos or find his way into different venues. This was how he found himself sneaking into an upper class venue with his "friends." It was also where he had to learn that he might have understood the citizens who had same-sex attraction. For that was when he met Sverre Falker. Sverre had mistaken him for a servant - which made sense all things considered - and asked him to fetch a drink from the bar. Not bothering to correct the duke, he got him his drink. And then he started shooting the s**t with Sverre and commenting on the people around them. Fane thought it would be the only time they ever met. Except they kept running into each other. Maybe it was the fact that they were about the same age, but it was like they were magnetized to each other. It was becoming easy to find the other man in a crowded room. Before he knew it they were kissing in bathroom stalls in some of the fanciest clubs in the capital.
There was something terrifying about it all. Here he was, the crown prince, hiding everything he was just to have a few more stolen minutes with one of his dukes who thought he was a commoner. If he'd thought he was addicted to sneaking out of the palace, this was times eleven. Fane fell. Hard. There was only one problem. Sverre might have been the one person on the planet who knew him better than anyone in the world, but he didn't know who he was. And Fane was too afraid to tell him, as if their relationship was a tower of cards that a gentle wind could crumble with ease. Oh, and also being together was kind of illegal in their country. None of it stopped Fane from counting the seconds until he could leave the palace every morning to go and find him. Each day his walls crumbled more and more around his arrogant lover. He was content for the first time in his life.
And then right after he turned eighteen that was ripped away from him.
The king was a time traveler. It wasn't some crazy revelation. In fact, it was something everyone seemed to know. But what no one knew was that he was using his power. Fane had been sober - for once - using the walls again to see what his family had been up to the last few days. With Sverre in his life he didn't feel the need to check as frequently. And then he saw it. The king stepping into a rift in time, then a few minutes later coming back out with an artifact. Disgust seized him, at himself and at the king. He'd known the lifestyle of the palace didn't seem to match up with the amount of money the people seemed to have. But why would he think this hard about it. Honing in, he watched as the artifact was taken to a secure vault hidden within a wall that he hadn't known about before. And then he did what he did best. He used the palace to show him the best way there without alerting anyone.
That tiny room was a treasure trove. His father was arrogant enough to keep detailed auction records and the names of collaborators. Which, unfortunately, included the parents of his boyfriend. He'd cursed, he'd steamed, and he had collected the evidence he could hide on his person before spiriting it away back to his own room. And then he did the ballsiest thing he'd ever done in his life. Stefan Calvino Sr had been in a meeting with his advisors and a few dukes when Fane strolled in, the authorities in tow. It had been a whirlwind, yelling and screaming and demands. When asked for the evidence Fane produced the auction records, only one co-collaborator mysteriously missing from the paperwork. Time was too finicky of a thing to dabble in, and even the king was not exempt. Power suppressing technology from Phronese was used to restrain the king before the authorities were lead to the room housing several items that had gone missing in history.
With king gone, a new pressure took his place in Fane's life. Wandering the streets had made him love his country, and he knew their people deserved better than what they had been getting. A small part of him considered it a miracle that the people didn't rally a rebellion in the face of the king's secrets being exposed. For the first time in years, he sought out his stepmother. She was shocked to see him, but not as shocked as she was when he insisted he got her into this mess and he was going to do everything in his power to help her. There were ground rules. He still couldn't see Adelaide. He needed to get clean - a feat that dragged him through hell for six months. He would need to study the materials that he had neglected the last eighteen years. She was surprised when he readily agreed, but asked for one day to see a friend.
He had to tell Sverre everything. Finding him was easy. At this point it was like Fane was the needle of a compass and Sverre was due north. But the majority of the day with his lover flew by before he had managed to gather half of his courage. Finally he blurted out what he could, yet he was clumsy and only managed to reveal that he'd been the crown prince this entire time. Nothing needed to be said about the king's arrest. It was common knowledge at this point. Even if Sverre didn't read the papers, the choked whispers in bars wouldn't have evaded him. Fane expected the worst, but instead Sverre didn't seem that bothered by the revelation that a massive secret had been hanging over their entire relationship. In fact they had tried to make it work, Sverre sneaking into the palace to be with him and becoming surprisingly close with Adelaide while Fane fought the tremors and mood swings that came with weening himself off of the opioids he'd been using for the last 4 years.
Things seemed like they could be okay like this. Adelaide had stopped seeking him out, but he'd originally thought it was because she was old enough to be told and understand that Fane wasn't being allowed near her. And then his stepmother dropped a bomb on him. Apparently he had been engaged for several years now, and no one had thought to let him know. The king had been supposed to tell him, but it wasn't important enough. He was to marry the Shahiti princess to ally the kingdoms. Or something. It was like a shock to his system that was only made worse when Irene finally approached him and told him she didn't want to live in the palace anymore. How could he tell her no, knowing everything he did? He asked for a few weeks and for her to find where she wanted to live in the meantime so he could make arrangements. Then he needed to tell Sverre this new revelation again. It had taken every ounce of determination in him to tell Sverre of the situation the next time they saw each other. And he had even done it without crying.
Little did he know that would be the last time he would see Sverre in the palace.
Sverre was gone. Irene was gone. Adelaide hated him. He was three steps behind in everything. The only person who seemed mildly impressed with him was his stepmother, but she still didn't trust him. When he got the chance he would look for Sverre, never finding him. One desperate attempt saw him at the Falker duchy threatening Sverre's parents with the original, unaltered auction documents to become better people for the sake of their son who looked up to them. Once again, he was alone. But he had always been alone. Now he was alone with a purpose. He wanted the minimize the damage the war was leaving in it's wake. So he devoted himself to that goal.
It has been six years since then. The war, by the grace of some higher power, was ended by a woman known as "The Peacemaker." Not only that, but she started a school for royalty and demanded the heirs join her to find a lasting peace after this endless crisis. Fane did not need to be convinced. He may have been the king in everything but name, but that still technically made him the crown prince. And he was insistent on attending. He didn't necessarily trust the other countries. But his people's lives were more important than his own, and he was willing to put his own neck on the line if needed. The downside was having to bring his sisters with him.
Likes ↡
Sverre
Irene & Adelaide
Chronos
Using his powers
Drinking
Dislikes ↡
His father
Time travel
Losing people dear to him
Revealing the true nature of his power
Sudden or unexpected skin-to-skin contact
Being called Stefan
Misc. Info ↡
The entire left side of his torso is covered in tattoos. Some appear more Thah tribal and some are hard an angular. There is not really a rhyme or reason to them and he does not show them off. They are purely a personal representation of all of the things he has felt he's done wrong in his life, since his memory is terrible. The only tattoo he has that has meaning was one he got when he was nineteen, the initials SIA over his heart. They stand for Sverre, Irene, and Adelaide. It is a reminder of who he had worked hard for when overcoming his drug addiction and stepping into power as the king of Chronos in everything but name.
The holes are small from lack of use, but he does have 4 piercings in each ear and a hole for a lip ring. All were self pierced with a sewing needle and a flame. He wore piercings more in the past, and even then he wore them very rarely in public unless he was actively sneaking himself out of the palace. Today, he prefers only to wear piercings in private.
Partly because of how dysfunctional the royal family was in his childhood, Fane actively hides the true nature of his main power. When he was small it felt like it was more special than anyone else's, but as he grew older and his issues with memory became more apparent it also started to dawn on him how vulnerable his power makes him. He's kept up the pretense that, like Stefan Calvino Sr, he is able to time travel. He's only actively shown his power to two people. The first was his father when the initial confrontation that allowed him to collect proof of the crimes that were committed. The second was Sverre, in an attempt to open up to him during their relationship. He is completely unaware that Adelaide knows about his powers due to her loops.
Fane is nearsighted and wears glasses to see long distances. He refused to wear them when he was younger, but has since conceded that it is nice to be able to see. Even so, he will frequently take them off when he is doing something he's decided he doesn't need to see to get done. This is partly because he's worried he'll snap his glasses in half.
#735241 for speech.
Theme Songs ↠
Fare Well
Bored
Lonely
Username ↠ Kumako Shock
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:57 pm
Kingdom ↠ Chronos
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Adelaide Ilyria Calvino III
Nickname ↠ Addie
Age ↠ 16
Birthday ↠ June 14
Height ↠ 5'0"
Weight ↠ 102 lbs
Powers ↡
Temporal Loop - Adelaide can rewind and erase exactly to the last twenty-four hours of her life, no shorter or longer, allowing her to relive a full day ad infinitum until she decides against it. Most people are unaware of these erased hours with a few notable exceptions, and some may experience a sense of déjà vu. At her discretion, she can include other people to share in the loop with her, but is currently unaware of how many. Living twenty-four hours over and over again can be tiring, but this is easily fixed with using up a loop to simply sleep, then rewinding once more.
Temporal Sense - She is always precisely aware of the current date and time.
Personality ↡
Adelaide is very much a girly-girl in most senses of the word, though she’s not afraid to get a little dirty in pursuit of her personal goals. She is frighteningly determined to an almost obsessive degree, but few get to see this side of her, as it usually only occurs once she hyper focuses on a singular event she desires to subvert or have occur. In most other ways, she is the typical wealthy aristocratic teenage girl: well versed in manners but often disregarding them with rude directness, snobby, bratty, moody, and then bright, bubbly, and generous around those she likes.
Political Opinion ↠ The only reason Adelaide has any care for the war is because of how much time it stole away from her family; time that could have been better spent with her. Not that she cares all that much anymore, of course; she’s much too grown with much too important things to do away from her embarrassing brother and overbearing mother. The war is over? Great, maybe now she can see the world beyond the capital! Surely everyone’s silly grudges must be over with to allow it!
Biography ↡
From a very young age, Adelaide knew that getting the attention she desired from the people she desired it from the most was an arduous task, one that she had to doggedly pursue if she wanted the right results. Sure, she had her nanny and an assembly of maids eager to meet her every want and need, but none of them could replace her mother, father, brother, or sister, who were all agonizingly busy or absent for a variety of reasons.
First, there was her queen mother, who was often entertaining stern, stiff people in military dress, or tittering ladies in layers of silk and chiffon; and when she wasn’t doing that, she was engrossed in what seemed like neverending paperwork, her nose to the page, and her ink pen never dry. Adelaide had to learn, loop by loop, the best strategies to make her mother pay her more than a moment’s notice. Sometimes she had to throw a really big tantrum; sometimes enough begging would do the trick; and sometimes pointing out a solution to one of her mother’s problems that Adelaide had learned of through an earlier loop would get her to wrap up her business quickly enough to spend an afternoon with her. Not every time, mind, just enough to make the attempt worthwhile every so often, if it didn’t simply make her mother busier, or have her ask suspicious questions that would frustrate Adelaide into restarting the day again. Sometimes it didn’t do to be too helpful.
Brother was tricky. First, she had had to figure out he even existed in the first place! Adelaide was certain she was his favorite person, because he had said so once (many times), and honestly, why wouldn’t she be? However, Nanny and the maids never let her see him, giving her every excuse under the sun as to why except the true reason that she would only learn through a slip of the tongue: it was on her mother’s orders. How silly of her mother! She would have to put her to rights!
(By the time her mother seriously considered it, years and longer in the future, it was too late.)
In the meanwhile, if Faney couldn’t visit her, then that simply meant she had to visit him to make up for it! She learned, loop by loop, how to escape the watchful eye of her Nanny, and then her retinue of maids, and then the servants and guards of the palace in order to find her big brother to surprise him with a visit and a boisterous “found you!” Sometimes he was accompanied by his funny friend Sevvy, who Adelaide decided was an acceptable addition to her visits, because now she had two people to play with and lavish her with attention.
(If Sevvy sometimes gave her increasingly knowing looks with each loop, and the occasional warning to take it easy, that was no one else’s business.)
Sister was easiest, once Adelaide learned she had one. If she had a nickel for everytime she had to find out for herself that she had a sibling, well–that was just how her family was, she supposed! At least she didn’t have to be as sneaky to spend time with her; no one told her she couldn’t, so it was just a matter of figuring out where her sister had holed herself up. It became a fun challenge to see what Adelaide had to do to ensure Irene wouldn’t shoo her off too soon. As it turned out, her big sister had difficulty speaking, but that was okay, because she could talk enough for the both of them!
At the end of the day, however, if little Adelaide were asked who her favorite person was, she would have said her royal father in a heartbeat. While he was impossible to find some days, he would often seek her out, and showered her with gifts and attention. When she would go out of her way to find him in turn, he hardly ever hesitated to hoist her up and show her off to his companions like a prized jewel. She was his favorite girl, he always said so, though his visits to her lessened the older she got. It was no matter, though, for she knew he had to truly be busy if she couldn’t find him anywhere within the palace no matter how many times she looped.
And then one day, when Adelaide was accompanying her royal father at one of his meetings, he was arrested. Him! The king! Her father! She screamed and flailed in the grip of the servants as her father was taken away, and when she was informed later that day that he was never to live in the palace again, she fell back twenty-four hours to prevent his arrest. What could a child of her tender age actually do to stop such a thing? As the loops progressed, she found the answer to be: very little indeed. In desperation, she clung to her father as he was dragged away, and for the first time brought someone with her into the next loop. It enabled him to flee properly, but it led to the very result she didn’t want: his leaving. She tried again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and–
And Sevvy was there, trying to talk her down after spending so long trying to help. She tried again. As ever, he was still there, his silly humor nowhere to be found, and she tried again, but he kept trying to talk her down, and this wasn’t right, this wasn’t helping, she needed to save her father, but nothing was working, why couldn’t she fix this? Why was everyone trying so hard to keep her family beyond her grasp?
She broke down in Sverre’s gentle embrace, and did not try again.
As he was the former king, her father was given lavish quarters outside of the palace to remain in, but a prison is still a prison regardless of how nice it is. Adelaide visited him as often as she was able, even as he grew bored and tired with her, and even as he took to blaming her for being unable to save him from this fate, for he still remembered many of the loops, and knew she had prevented him from fleeing the palace for freedom. She only stopped when he ceased to accept visitors–or, more specifically, ceased to accept her as a visitor.
And in the midst of this happening, Irene informed her that she was leaving. No, not on vacation. Permanently. Fear clawing up her throat, Adelaide tried to talk her into staying, but Irene wouldn’t budge. Maybe if Adelaide started earlier, she could be convinced! She rewound the day. Irene refused to stay. She rewound again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And–then Sevvy was berating her for her selfishness, nearly shouting her down from doing the same as she had done on her father’s arrest. Irene would never change her mind, not for anything Adelaide could give.
(And, as she would soon find out, neither would Sverre.)
It was all Fane’s fault. Their father’s imprisonment, Irene and Lord Falker’s leaving, her mother’s continued workload. It was all his fault, and she couldn’t forgive him. She couldn’t forgive him for every accidental overdose she had to prevent, every poisoned drink she knocked out of his hand, every staircase she redirected him from to prevent a broken neck, every menu change she talked the chef into so he wouldn’t choke on a chicken bone, and every time she had to alert the guards to an assassin creeping outside his office. She hated him. She hated him, and he deserved to continue to live and suffer for what he wrought upon her family. She was determined to ensure it.
Likes ↡
plush toys
dresses
aquariums, terrariums, vivariums
painting
horseback riding
jewels and jewelry
zoology books
Dislikes ↡
That Man (Ivan)
Fane
Lord Falker
the same classical music played at every party ever
seafood
being patronized down to
stupidity
velvet textures
Misc. Info ↡
Her memory is incredibly good, but it's not uncommon for her to mix up or forget what's happened depending on the day she's trying to recall--too many loops can do that to a girl.
She keeps an aquarium full of exotic fish that she ensures is meticulously well kept. She loves every creature kept, and has named every single one. She would like to begin caring for freshwater fish, amphibians, and reptiles.
She has three rooms dedicated to her collection of plush toys.
Theme Songs ↠
Stay and Decay
Wonderland
Runaway
Allies or Enemies
Username ↠ Nebula Arisen
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:57 pm
Kingdom ↠ Chronos
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Irene Eudora Calvino
Nickname ↠ N/A
Age ↠ 22
Birthday ↠ July 2nd
Height ↠ 5'11"
Weight ↠ 152 lbs
Powers ↡
Precognition - Can see into the future when touching an object, but cannot choose how far into the future and can only see what that object sees.
Innate Date - Always knows what day it is without having to look at anything.
Personality ↡
Irene isn't good at expressing her emotions. She has a resting b***h face that keeps many from speaking to her. Don't let her scary facade scare you away though. Let her uncouth vocabulary do that. Irene cares about Irene first, and others second. She only keeps a few close to her heart but that doesn't mean she is good at showing it. Even those she loves believe she either hates them or is indifferent to them. Except maybe her younger sister. She did always have a soft spot for her.
Political Opinion ↠ Hates her father for forcing her mother into the royal family. Her hatred caused her to be indifferent about the political workings of the kingdom.
Biography ↡
Irene was born a b*****d child.
Her mother was an exotic dancer who the king took a liking to and forced into his bed. She was then made to stay in the castle as a concubine when she came to be pregnant.
Irene grew up attached to her mother's hip. She loved her mother very much, and her mother hated the king, causing Irene to feel the same. She thankfully didn’t have to see him much though because the king seldom visited her mother. Leaving Irene to her own devices most of the time.
She hated attending formal events, so she never did. People knew of her existence, but most had never seen her. Irene spent her time doing whatever she wanted. And when her mother died of illness, she closed herself off even more. While she did care about some other people, no one would take the place of her mother. Irene wasn’t taken care of much by the castle workers. So she did things for herself. In her world, Irene came first.
While she had two siblings, she only grew close with the younger one. The younger sister took a liking to Irene, while the older brother was tolerated by her. She actually admired her brother a bit, but she would never show it. Even if she wanted to, she was terrible at expressing herself. Irene pierced her ears because she thought her brothers looked cool. And while she knew her brother was fooling around with the duke's son, she left it alone. Not necessarily because she wanted to keep it hidden for him, but because that was a him problem to deal with.
Once the king was arrested, Irene received help from her brother to leave the castle. Which she had dreamed of doing most of her life. She lived together with her brothers old boytoy for a few years until joining Utopia. Which she chose to do because as she put it, “sounds interesting.”
Likes ↡
reading
music
her sister
cats
spider lilies
Dislikes ↡
the father
the sun
the holy spirit
corsets
fancy dresses
Misc. Info ↡
Theme Songs ↠ Bleeders - Black Veil Brides
Username ↠ Alien Mayo
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:57 pm
Kingdom ↠ Chronos
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Sverre Falker
Nickname ↠ The Falker™ (Discontinued because he is a mature gentleman now)
Age ↠ 23
Birthday ↠ April 9th
Height ↠ 5'9"
Weight ↠ 143 lbs.
Powers ↡
Timeline Disruption Awareness - When changes to time occur, Sverre has the ability to detect when alterations have occurred. Usually this manifests itself in the form of a headache, worsening proportionately to how much time has been toyed with. Once Sverre can recognize an alteration has occurred he'll be able to recall any changes that have gone on, but only in regard to his personal timeline. Because of his lack of formal training with this ability, however, it can take a while for his awareness to kick in.
Enhanced Spacial Awareness - Sverre has a keen understanding of where objects are relative to each other in space and time. His ability to react to this information, however, is entirely dependent on his own physical capabilities.
Personality ↡
Sverre is a self-absorbed, sharp-tongued narcissist with little interest in what most people have to say about him. He's vain, petty, and generally just a little s**t. This especially holds true if he feels he has reason to ******** with you. Sverre's quite flirtatious, and is always looking for the His version of being hard at work is hardly working, but his ego is so inflated he rarely sees a difference between the two. He's quite spiteful
Most of this, however, is a mask; in truth, Sverre is deeply insecure about his place in the world but knows little else besides drowning out his sorrows in the life of luxury. He's got the capacity to be empathetic, but is too closed off to show it. Moreover, he's constantly struggling with the fact that in spite of everything, he was never able to let go of the love he had for his not-so-secret ex-boyfriend.
Political Opinion ↠
Sverre paid little attention to world affairs, much rather spending his time in the lavish nightlife of of the Chronesian elite. To him, this war was just one big waste of time and everyone involved were no better. In that sense, his only true bias was against those who actively chose to partake in the senseless violence that rocked the planet for so long. They were such a drag!
Biography ↡
Sverre was born to a pair of researchers who worked tirelessly for the preservation of societies the war had taken from this world. They had high hopes that their progeny would step up to the plate when the time came, and rigorously went about teaching Sverre just that. Sverre, however, had little interest in his inheritance.
He didn't really get the importance of his folks' work or why he in particular had to carry on their legacy when he'd rather do anything else. And with the resources of a kingdom with such vast historical knowledge at his fingertips, Sverre found himself more and more...bored as he grew up. What did any of it matter anyways? History was lame. He'd rather be learning about clocks; clocks were cool. Sverre's parents tried to get their son to fall in line and understand that even so, it didn't take away from the fact that they can do things, no matter how small, to better their society. That they had a duty to do so. But the the stricter they got in trying to get him to fit their mold, the more he pushed back.
Years went by, and by the time Sverre was an adolescent he was little more than another wealthy playboy, wasting his country's resources on the daily without a care in the world. Anytime the elite gathered to indulge in their wealth, he'd be the loudest voice in the venue. He longed for the nightlife to be all his life, and did everything he could to keep the thrill of it going as long as possible. It was around this time that Sverre fell for some random servant boy he met in the royal castle. What started off as a casual fling quickly became more, and Sverre felt like he found someone he could truly spend the rest of his life with. However, that euphoric feeling wouldn't last forever.
First came the revelation that his new boy toy was not a servant like he'd assumed; he was Prince Stefan himself! Sverre was shocked, but flawlessly played it off like he knew the whole time. Things were still pretty great. He'd gotten to meet Fane's sister Irene, who was super cool in a "she clearly does not want anything to do with me" sort of way. Sverre also met his youngest sister, Adelaide, who at the time was both the most adorable and most frustrating child he'd ever met. Never had he experienced greater time headaches prior to getting involved with her shenanigans, but they were mostly fun. Everything was mostly fine at first.
Then came the hard stuff.
What started off with the arrest of Fane's dad for time crimes resulted in nearly two years looping through that day in Adelaide's desperate attempt to save her father. While at first he was eager to help her out at first, he realized their actions were for naught long before she did. But after a lot of strife and several lengthy, he was eventually able to get Addie to give up the ghost.
Shortly afterward, Fane let him know that he was to be wed. Sverre...didn't know what to do with that information. He never really thought far enough in advance to consider such a possibility, and the way his prince explained it to him didn't make things any better. Sverre felt as though he was getting replaced by the first person who ever really liked him. And after everything he'd just experienced with Adelaide, he was Dejected, Sverre decided to leave immediately. But not alone. The eldest princess, Irene, had decided to tag along for the ride. After a tense goodbye to Adelaide, they were off.
In those years away from their respective homes, Sverre and Irene became...closer, technically. Irene would give Sverre orders and Sverre would follow them. There were some budding feelings that came up, but they didn't last for long. During that time, Sverre was more focused on the budding party scene in the area. Lesser nobility from all around flocked to make their immediate area the largest party spot in Chronesian history. Sverre fell in with a slew of superficial socialites, drowning his sorrows in wine and debauchery. But even that wouldn't last forever.
He couldn't really remember how that night had started, how he ended up in a fountain, or how many loops of these events he'd been through that night, but he did remember their faces. The sighs. They were servants, the ones who'd have to clean up the absolute dumpster fire the partygoers had left in their wake. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, it wasn't even the worse mess they had made. Sverre wasn't really sure what set of circumstances made him react the way he did. But looking a few of them in the eye for those fleeting few seconds gave him such a profound understanding of the dissatisfaction the servant had with their life. Sverre felt he could relate, even if his circumstances were highly more favorable.
That got him thinking. What had he really been doing with his life? What was he running away from? Duty? Sure. He often cited the futility of his royal duties, but what the hell was he doing that was any better? And his ex was a ******** noodle; so what if he was acting ruler now? He wasn't that intimidating. Or hot. Or attentive. Or anything! Anywho, it dawned on him that he really hadn't done more than having had a really long temper tantrum. Even worse was the fact that he had this epiphany sitting half naked in the fountain, barbecue sauce all over his titties for some god forsaken reason.
After that, Sverre traveled home for the first time in years and immediately arranged a meeting with his parents. What he intended to be a quick in and out turned into an hours-long conversation between the two parties. There was a lot of back and forth, a lot of things that needed to be said finally seeing the light of day. The parents and their child had put each other through a lot over the years, and this one day certainly didn't fix everything. But while time can't heal all wounds, this one looked like it might've finally began its mending process.
Sverre insisted he would take his royal duties more seriously from now on, in his own way, and was itching for a chance to prove as such. Options were discussed, and and one such big break was decided upon. A letter had been sent to the Falker home not too long ago, proposing that royals from across the kingdoms attend an academy together. His parents felt a bit silly attending a school at their age and didn't pay it too much mind, but to Sverre it looked like a great place to start proving that he was now the totally responsible gentleman his folks had always wished he would be.
There was part of Sverre that was sure he'd hate it there, but he also felt that maybe that was a part of him he should listen to a bit less. And as looked into things and got some additional information about the academy that piqued his interested. And so the young man arranged to be taken to Utopia as representive of the Falker duchy, hoping to do right by his name for once. The prospect of freely shitting on his ex was just icing on the cake. Hoping onto a secret strike vehicle made from vague future technology, which he totally did not need other people to operate for him, Sverre made his way to Utopia.
Likes ↡
Wine Coolers
Fane
Partying
Pocket Watches
Penguins
Dislikes ↡
Opera
Prince Stefan
Grapefruit
Deja Vu
Hard liquor
Misc. Info ↡
#eb3d34 for speech and thoughts
While by no means prepared for any form of combat, Sverre is known to say that he is. This does not often go well for him.
Sverre has an extensive pocket watch collection that he is very proud of.
Theme Songs ↠
Church
Sugarcane
Sick Love
Irresponsible
Bet On It
Username ↠ Beyond The Time
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:57 pm
Kingdom ↠ Chronos
Position ↠ Duchess
Full Name ↠ Riven Anerin
Nickname ↠ Riv, Lady Riven
Age ↠ 18
Birthday ↠ September 18th
Height ↠ 5'1"
Weight ↠ 122 lbs
Powers ↡
Precognitive dreams - Riven is sometimes gifted with sights of the potential futures. They can change and are subject to change. Sometimes the dreams can predict things like tornados or earthquakes but otherwise they are predicting something like someone getting lost or a visitor.
Personality ↡
Riven is very poised and quiet. She has many siblings, and she was to be raised as the heir to her duchy. She knows about the controversies about her land and hopes to be a good representative for her land and her family.
Political Opinion ↠ Riven is just happy the war is over so her father is back home.
Biography ↡
Riven was 11 when she had her first "dream"- her father getting knocked down in the line of battle. She woke up screaming for her father and mother only for her mother to come to her side. Her mother assured her it was just a dream but Riven knew something was wrong. Unsure when he would return, she wrote him a letter begging him to come back. Unknown to her, her letter managed to adjust the timeline enough for her father to stay back an extra day, avoiding a bombing on the land he had intended to invade that day. It was then that her family discovered her abilities.
Riven spent the next couple of years sleeping with a journal at her side, ready to write about any potential future events. She trained herself to be able to look for things like calendars, clocks and watches so she would know the exact moment something might happen. Due to the unreliability of her dreams, most of the people in her duchy took them with a grain of salt with the exception of her family. Being the eldest of three siblings she took it upon herself to be a good role model for them especially as her mother started to get depressed. Not knowing when her father may return, she continued to write to him about all the good things happening in the town. Not wanting him to return to see her mother in such a rough state.
Likes ↡
Sweets
Hot Chocolate
Naps
Reading
Writing
Her siblings
Ghost Stories
Letters
Heartfelt gifts
Watches
Tarot Cards
Dislikes ↡
List out Dislikes here
Nightmares
Being yelled at/scolded
Bad grades
Ghosts
Being scared
Misc. Info ↡
"Words."'Thoughts.'
Her dreams are very unreliable, but her family treats them as scripture.
Her dream journal has all her dreams in it. No matter how silly they may seem.
Riven is very superstitious.
Theme Songs ↠ Unwritten
Username ↠ Love me til death
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:57 pm
Kingdom ↠ Chronos
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Ambrose Dante Afanasy
Nickname ↠ None
Age ↠ 24
Birthday ↠ July 31
Height ↠ 5’11”
Weight ↠ 130 lbs
Powers ↡
View Timeline - Ambrose is capable of viewing the timeline of any object he touches. While looking into the past is the easiest, he can also follow potential future threads. However, uncertain futures tend to be ‘blurrier’, more difficult for him to accurately interpret. He can use this power on people, but it makes him uncomfortable and he has never deliberately done so.
Adjust Timeline - Ambrose is capable of altering any object in his possession to any point in its current timeline. He can age an object until it crumbles to dust or reverse its age to the moment of its creation. He personally prefers restoring items to their original forms. He has refused to use this ability on other people.
Personality ↡
Ambrose is bitter and disillusioned. He is haunted by his time in prison and how he had to survive there. He’s quiet and aloof, untrusting, only willing to open up to a few people. He has no great love for his kingdom after his incarceration.
Political Opinion ↠ Ambrose has always distrusted the other kingdoms, particularly Siscia, but he no longer has any faith in his own. He is not certain what he thinks of Utopia as of yet. Ending a war that brought Chronos to the very brink of economic collapse was certainly impressive, but what were the true motives behind ending the war? What would the ultimate cost of this salvation be? And was he really opposed to paying a high cost if it purchased him real security?
Biography ↡
Ambrose was born to a young vintner and his wife in the Chronesian countryside. His father was well enough off with his high demand work and yet Ambrose’s childhood was anything but fulfilled or happy. He was neglected by both of his parents, noticed only when he was expected to work. And he was worked often and hard lest he wind up cuffed by his father when he failed to meet expectations. Ambrose would try and try to earn the man’s approval and perhaps some leniency, but he learned at a very young age just why he would never have it. It was an open secret that he was not the vintner’s son at all and that his mother’s family had paid a hefty dowry to offload their sullied daughter and her unborn b*****d.
There was no hope for familial affection, but Ambrose still worked hard in the hopes that he would at least give no reason to strike him. Unfortunately the boy was still often chastised for ‘daydreaming’, especially when his powers began to manifest and he could be found staring into space whenever touching an object unintentionally brought forth images of its history.
In time Ambrose learned to better control his ability so that it would only trigger when he deliberately activated it. That at least saved him from the fist a time or two. As he grew stronger and more confident in his abilities, he learned that he could even turn back an object’s time, so to speak. Soon worn and broken barrels, bottles, and corks that had needed replacing were made good as new, one by one. And for once in his life, Ambrose received praise and acknowledgement from his father. He was still mostly ignored when he was not needed to work, but a few words of praise meant everything to the boy. And that was to say nothing of avoiding the man’s fist.
The miller was prone to bragging and news of Ambrose’s abilities began to spread. Soon people were coming to him to restore all that was old and broken, including a few that hoped he could turn back time on a human being. Even as a child of only nine years at the time, Ambrose was afraid of tampering with people’s lives and would always claim that his powers just did not work that way. But he was able to ‘fix’ more than enough inanimate objects to bring in a small secondary income for his parents which they were quick to squander. The boy didn’t care; all that he knew was that he did not go hungry very often anymore and he was rarely ever struck.
Just a year later at ten years old, Ambrose met the king for the first time. He was terrified; he had never thought to meet someone so important. And his majesty had not come to see father or even mother, but him! Ambrose could not stop shaking when he was told to demonstrate his powers for this royal personage, but he succeeded and the king was suitably impressed. He was then informed that he would be performing this duty for the king from time to time for the indefinite future. The boy did not ask questions; he never did when his father gave him orders.
Ambrose continued to keep his questions to himself for the next eight years as he was summoned to age certain items of the king’s collection. He could not understand why anyone, even the king, would want these pieces aged rather than restored to their former glory, but he kept such thoughts to himself. He could not imagine questioning the king, of all people! He did not even trust himself to peer into the pasts of the objects he was working with as he was never asked to do so and did not want to risk angering his majesty. He also had no desire to anger his father, who had been granted a duchy in return for Ambrose’s services and discretion.
What Ambrose did not know was that the king’s supposed collection was actually made up of artifacts stolen throughout time illegally acquired with the king’s time traveling powers and he was made an accomplice by aging them. He tried to plead his innocence, but the evidence was damning and his parents were quick to claim that they had no knowledge of his activities. They insisted his father was awarded his duchy through his own efforts and that Ambrose must have taken advantage of their higher status to be introduced to the king.
Ambrose spent six years in prison. With war raging through the land, there was just no time or resources to waste on appealing his case and so he was left to rot. Ambrose was young and afraid and surrounded by the worst of Chronos’ criminals. Unlike the king, he was not afforded a luxury cell in which to contemplate his misdeeds. The young man very quickly garnered the wrong kind of attention, his obvious softness leading to his being beaten, abused, and made an example of within the first week. He had no doubt the aggression would have continued until it killed him had another prisoner not stepped in to rescue him.
Prison life was new to Ambrose, but he was not a fool; he knew that this newfound mercy would not be without cost. But he was happy to pay it, no matter how degrading; it was better to be ashamed but alive than to be found broken and bleeding in his bunk. That was the reality of his life for six years until the war finally ended and the wheels of justice were no longer seized. Upon appeal it was all too simple to find evidence that Ambrose’s service to the king had begun when he was only a child and at the insistence of his scheming parents. In light of his circumstances his sentence was reduced to time served and Ambrose was released. He only regretted that he could not watch his parents be dragged off to prison in his place.
Ambrose had since learned of Utopia Academy and the call for noble youth to attend. Having usurped his father’s title of duke, he certainly qualified and it seemed wiser to leave the running of his duchy in the hands of a carefully selected steward. What would he know of running it? Even before he was imprisoned his father had made no real effort to have him educated in governance. Besides all of that, Ambrose was genuinely curious about Utopia and what effect it would have on the new political landscape and it was surely better to observe the minute changes up close.
Likes ↡
Pocket watches - he has all too happily fallen into the Chronesian fad of collecting them. He restores them, preferring to have them in peak condition.
Owls - He finds them beautiful and imposing. He was frightened the first time he saw one, but he came to love them over time. He finds their hooting comforting. One of his only actions as duke before attending Utopia was to open an owl sanctuary.
Loose-fitting Clothing - He has always been thin and underfed and he is ashamed of it. He prefers to have clothing that swallows up and obscures his small form.
Dislikes ↡
Being touched - It has never led to anything good. He’s had enough of being beaten and used for a lifetime.
Using his powers - The joy he had once felt in discovering his powers has since been tainted. He will still use them when he has reason to, but doing so dredges up his resentments.
Receiving gifts/favors - He doesn’t trust them. Nothing comes without a cost and he would rather know the cost upfront rather than to buy into the lie of a gift, freely given.
Misc. Info ↡
Any additional information we might need. Weapons they can use, color you are using for speech, ect.
Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Chandra Panesar
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:58 pm
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