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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 2:03 pm
Username:I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen
Dee -- Lamour InterditCharacter Name:I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing
Amantae TyruunRace:I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Bosmer +10 Agility and Speed
-10 Strength, Willpower, and Endurance
+10 Alchemy, Marksman, and Sneak
+5 Acrobatics, Alteration, and Light Armor
Beast Tongue greater power: Command Creature up to level 5 (20 points) for 60 seconds on Target, once per day
Wood Elf Disease Resistance ability: Resist Disease 75% on Self, constantBirth Sign:Little did I know that girl was an assassin too
Thief Profiting from the losses of others is their love. Able to be swift in shadow, and crafty in bartering. Locks are enemies, and lock-picks are their swords.
Specialization: Stealth
Attributes: Agility, Speed
Skills:
Acrobatics
Light Armor
Marksman
Mercantile
Security
Sneak
SpeechcraftClass:Suddenly I'm in over my head and I can hardly breathe
Lover Lover's Kiss greater power: Paralyze 10 seconds on Touch and Damage Fatigue 120 points on Self, once per day
In-Game Description: Use the Lover's Kiss power once a day to Paralyze an opponent for 10 seconds at the cost of 120 points of Fatigue.
Load Screen Description: Those born under the sign of The Lover can paralyze others with a kiss.
Emperor's Commentary: "Today the Lover shall sweeten your journey as you confront your fate."
Age:
Suddenly I'm floating over her bed and I feel everything
27
Gender:
Suddenly I know exactly what I did, but I can not move a thing
Female
Gender Preference:
And suddenly I know exactly what I've done
Men.
Although she sees the absolutely astounding beauty
that is the female race, she may look in the mirror too much, Amantae prefers
men when it comes to partners because, deep down, wants to settle down.
Not for a while yet though, there is still adventure to be had whilst she's
young!
Guild Affiliation(s):
And what it's gonna mean to me, mean to me
Dark Brotherhood: Slayer
Although, should you happen to meet Amantae in
Valenwood's faction, you will find that she has scaled to the rank of Speaker
over there. However, since she was exiled from the land, Amantae has lost
her high ranked title and was forced to start new in Cyrodiil.
Theives Guild:Footpad
Character Armor:
Shrouded Armor
Shrouded Boots
Shrouded Cowl (Maskless)
Shrouded Gloves
Character Weapon(s):
Fine Iron Bow
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Character Bio:
In Valenwood there resides a small city, no bigger than the Skyrim hold of Dawnstar, under the name of Greenheart. The province of Greenheart is the home to many of the bosmer race, few other species dare to set foot in any province of Valenwood, and, notably to our tale, the Dreii household.
Livius Dreii was of the middle class, which counted for little in their society. You see, the poor begged on the streets and anybody with any coin worked, rich or not. The Dreiis owned a grand general store that bought and sold anything and everything that passed through, which lead to the meeting of many adventurers who had embarked upon places and objects of grandeur.
An adventurer, much like the heroes that our bards sing of, was passing through the town, wooing the female population as he went. He bought the finest armor from the local blacksmith, the most elegant bows from the flecher and, finally, found himself in the little Dreii general store out to buy potions.
Unlike in most stories such as this, it was definitely not love at first sight. In fact, Livius displayed some unruly hatred for Nereii Tyruun, the man who presented himself before her, as she knew his type. As I've already said, Greenheart was no stranger to adventurers out to seek their fortune. Livius had seen so many 'charmers', or so they liked to call themselves, embark upon her home and believe that they could woo her with treasures of the world. She lived and worked in a general store for goodness sake! Such treasures had lost meaning to her and were little more than new items of interest in her father's store. So, when Nereii produced the left eye of the falmer, yes the real thing before it was returned once more to its rightful place, the item was forced back in his face with a look of disgust. But Tyruun was stubborn and more determined than any other who had tried to pull Livius into their bed. He continued to travel Tamriel, bringing back treasures from every area within the realms. But it seemed that nothing would woo the young maiden of Greenheart. Until one day, when Nereii brought a bouquet of red and blue mountain flowers to Livius' doorstep.
The bosmer accepted this and, merely months later, the pair were happily wed. Ten months past their wedding eve, a baby girl was born in the little town of Greenheart that the Tyruuns called home. And the babe's name? Amantae, named so as it meant deadly beauty- a description that she would not fail to live up to.
Amantae's childhood wasn't out of the norm, for a bosmer at least. The ceremonial cannibalism, which she would of preferred to be without, wasn't something seen in many, if any, other cultures but in Valenwood it was law. Training with her father's black long bow, which he had acquired from his bandit encounters back in Cyrodiil, was what she spent most of her days doing. However, Amantae's life as an ordinary teenager was brought to a immediate halt at the age of fifteen when her aunt, who was taking the young bosmer to the moving city of Silvenar on a trip, was murdered with an arrow through the head. As Miss Tyruun was traveling via carriage alongside her aunt, it goes without saying that she witnessed the murder. Minutes later, another arrow was fired that pulled her vehicle off it's hinges, pushing Amantae on to safe ground, and plummeting the vehicle down a nearby cliff.
It wasn't the loss of her aunt that changed her life, for that would be too sappy to such a girl, but rather the events that followed. After being torn from her carriage, Amantae Tyruun was left injured at the side of the cobble path. Her body worn and throbbing with pain, she could do nothing to escape what psycho that had murdered her aunt in cold blood. However, her mind was quickly changed about escaping. A shaded figure drew closer to the beat bosmer, its figure frail but nimble with sharp features scrawled across its face. Although she was scared, Amantae looked up to the monster before her to find a rather beautiful and innocent looking dunmer towering over herself. The woman wore a set of leather armor, which had distinct crimson leather patches sewn across it, and a mask less cowl. In her left hand, a jagged dagger rest, clutched tightly, and upon her back an ebony bow. "Who are you?" Amantae asked, her voice hoarse with pain. The figure began to approach closer, until she stood over the teenager. And then came only blackness.
The sound of clashing water crashed against her eardrums, the noise bringing her from her deep slumber. Rocky caverns were scattered around her, their tones a mixture of colors crawling across the rainbow, with a slightly noticeable tinge of crimson smeared across them. Screams, some frail and hoarse, echoed through the dimly lit cavern before it came apparent to the young tree sap girl, as the bosmer have been known to call themselves, where she had been laid out. The five Tennants, which were strung directly across from her, were shaded by the shaded figure before her. "Dark mother, dark mother, come unto me. For the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear," Amantae heard, the voice stalking from the shadows as it went. "You, girl, have witnessed a murder by one of our own . But, alas, she did not see to your death," the figure hissed as it came closer. "So we, or to be more specific you, have a little choice to make. Life, or death." It was then that Amantae noticed three hooded figures restrained to chairs, much like herself. "We, my child, are the dark brotherhood. We are the prophets of Sithis! And we propose a choice," the shadow paused, taking the jagged ebony knife from its back and thrusting it towards the hooded figures as it stalked closer. " You present opportunity for new life in our sanctuary, and so we ask you; do you wish for life. Do you wish for life, in servitude to Sithis and the night mother? To carry out assassinations in the night mother's name? I want you to find out which of these three holds a contract and, wen you figure out which, I wish for you to slit their throat. Or," the figure took the knife from the three constrained figures and pointed towards Amantae, bringing the knife almost to her skin." Or will you defy Sithis' wish and forbid yourself from carrying out these much needed executions? To die by the night mother's hand here, in her holy place or worship?" Amantae felt the figure's harsh breath almost cut through her skin, the fear it emitted piercing through her moral as the knife that it held.
"I. I accept your offer speaker. A contract bound by," Amantae took a deep breath in, the ideas of murder circling around her head like a lost puppy attempting to find its morose master."Bound by blood, my speaker." And with this, Amantae was unbound from her bindings and left to chose and murder the one she believed to be held by contract, successfully entering herself in to the servitude of the dark brotherhood. To this day, only the shaded speaker knows who all three bound victims were; the assassin that merely knocked her out, the aunt that had not fully found peace and the son of Valenwood's emperor. Each was with contract and, without fail, each found their death by the dark brotherhood's hands.
Seven years later and we find Miss Tyruun at the status of speaker in her dark brotherhood sanctuary. Amantae was upon her final quest, under the name of speaker, as with this quest, Amantae was to become Valenwood Sanctuary's new leader. Then the contract would be no easy task? Of course not, this contract was to bind her to a role more important than anything she had ever done in her life! The target? The great son of Uriel Septim; Geldall Septim. You can ask any Tamriel history book to find that the assassination, although her name is left from the books as she was never fully identified, did indeed take place, however it was a mythic dawn agent that took the final plunge. The Emperors' son lay in his bed, asleep and without fear, when two agents of different cults silently infiltrated the room. "Here to protect or destroy?" the agent across from her hissed.
"Destroy," she uttered as she began to close in on the emperor. But, in a mere moment, the the glory of taking the emperor's life was given to the agent of the mythic dawn.
"You witnessed this murder and will not claim it your own, Sithis worshipper. You will leave Valenwood and never return to your sanctuary." The cultist almost clawed through the elf as he sniped his legacy. " You will be claimed dead in action, or you will be killed in action." Amantae was no idiot, as she had previously shown in her contract with the dark brotherhood. With a final nod, Miss Tyruun was gone from Valenwood, destined for Cyrodiil where she would find sanctuary in the dark brotherhood faction there - should they allow her within its walls.
True to her word, Amantae kept from re-entering Valenwood's walls for the next five years, only to be shunned by the dark brotherhood in Cyrodiil. And so, Amantae joined the thieves guild faction under the detested grey fox. There she learned under the rule of these thieves, doing what she could to better herself so she were to become the winner in her next major battle. But, just a mere three years after being rejected from the dark brotherhood, Amantae was given a second chance to join, allowing her to partake in a murdering task that she did gladly win.
So here she stands, her fingers crossed behind her back constantly and without a single lash of regret for who she is and what she's done. Amantae is, as she always was, a very spur of the moment person and does what it takes to live on this earth. She holds no-one dear, mainly so that others will do the same for her. Trusting an assassin, at best, is a weak move but to trust a killer such as Amantae is a danger. Given the choice, miss Tyruun will choose her life over anyone else's every time. No amount of wooing, paying or begging will ever change that.
Appearance:
She's an assassin and she had a job to do
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 2:04 pm
Username:
Dee -- Lamour interdit
Character Name:
Saélihn Aeradel (Say-leen Air-a-del)
Race:
Bosmer.
+10 Agility and Speed.
-10 Strength, Willpower, and Endurance.
+10 Alchemy, Marksman, and Sneak.
+5 Acrobatics, Alteration, and Light Armor.
Beast Tongue greater power: Command Creature up to level 5 (20 points) for 60 seconds on Target, once per day.
Wood Elf Disease Resistance ability : Resist Disease 75% on Self, constant.
Birth Sign:
Thief.
Fortify Agility 10 points on Self.
Fortify Luck 10 points on Self.
Fortify Speed 10 points on Self.
Class:
Bard.
Attributes:
Intelligence, personality.
Skills:
Alchemy, blade, block, illusion, light Armor, mercantile, speechcraft.
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Gender Preference :
Saélihn is in fact a bisexual woman but, she does have a strong preference for women. That being said, she does believe in falling for a man.
Guild Affiliations:
Fighters Guild: Associate
Dark Brotherhood: Murderer
Character Armor:
Leather armour made in her hometown in Valenwood. It may not of true elven leather but it is indeed leather made by elves.
Character Weapon(s):
Having a strong Bosmer heritage, Saelihn has a obvious skill with bows. Lihn owns an enchanted bow which she received on the day she was sent to war. But don't be fooled by the bow, that is simply a reminder of why she came to Cyrodiil. The bosmer wields a silver long sword and shield for actual combat.
Character Bio:
Place of birth: Silvenar ,Valenwood
Twenty three years into the past we delve, to the quiet wood of Silvenar in Valenwood. Her birth was celebrated by the bosmer of Silvenar, as if she were a lady of great importance. It was a beautiful night, the stars shining so eloquently and the moon lighting up the jet sky. Through the mass of stars a shape came apparent, it was that of a man waring a hooded cape. Her parents noticed such a picture and immediately recognised what the collection of stars meant, it meant she would grow under the sign of the thief. This was a star sign that shone upon the kindness of the bosmer and made those who were born underneath the sign much more agile and lucky. The town was overjoyed by their new arrival, which lead their ruler into suspicion. The noble of the land had no real care for his people and therefore did not enjoy to see them celebrate such a thing. It wasn't a celebration for him and thus, it was wrongly celebrated.
The young bosmer grew up inside the little town, with less than a penny to her name. She was an adventurous and obscene child in Silvenar as no-one was meant to wish to leave the town, no matter the reason. In Silvenar, you were born, you lived a meager life and then, death came. This never felt right to the young girl, she felt as if this weren't her place in life. She felt as if she were destined for greatness, not to live on whatever she could find.Saélihn did not appreciate the ideas of having a family and raising children as she had decided that the land she lived in would never live up to the standards she wished for. Her parents told her that, although wishing to leave the land was understandable, you can't leave without a destination or money. And that was the problem for the young Lihn, she hadn't a clue where she wished to leave to. The young bosmer figured that if were to ever leave, once she came of an age where it was possible, that she could wander until she found her place. To wander until she found out where she was destined to be.
At the age of thirteen the tree sap girl's parents decided it was time for Lihn to learn that of combat tactics. In Valenwood a war was stirring between themselves and Elsweyr, and her parent weren't going to let their daughter be killed without a fighting chance. At first, they tested the young wood elf with swords and daggers just to see her stability and wielding methods. But the girl couldn't quite wield a longsword and shield, let alone a warhammer, and this proved a problem. Although their heritage meant that the girl would have at least a little skill in archery, they preferred the idea that she would never touch a bow for decent reasons. The Aeradels believed that if one were to wake up in the middle of the night, bow in hand, that their opponent would be at an advantage due to the time it took to load their bows. The idea of their daughter perishing for the lack of time she'd have filled them with fear, they only cared for her safety.The pair cared for her more than they ever cared for one and other. A blade was much safer for someone to carry in their eyes. The girl could wield a weapon much better than both but, the blades that she was presented with never really set well inside her grasp.
After much conflict, the pair decided to let the young wood elf try out a bow. Saelihn wielded the weapon much better than she had ever wielded a blade or hammer.Not only did she wield the bow correctly and with ease, she was a true archer. Saelihn Aeradel was taught for five years to master such a weapon. The way an arrow flew so gracefully through the air gave the girl great joy. She was a massive fan of beauty and all that surrounded such a thing and a bow was much more beautiful than any sword, in her opinion. She'd practice at least twice a day on her skills and how quickly she could load her bow. Saelin's parents were proud of her skill and her enthusiasm, but still they feared the worst. Lihn may have been a brilliant shot and had amazing reflexes, in the mist of a midnight intruder your skills wouldn't be as sharp. But Saelihn was determined to prove her parents wrong, she was good enough to use a bow for protection.
She was at the age of nineteen when the invasion on her land begun. As a young wood elf, Saelihn was sent with a small group of bosmers from Silvenar to the main battlefield. The invading Khajiits came from Elsweyr to conquer the elven land and set their government upon it. Saelihn wasn't entirely happy about leaving her parents behind but she knew that her part in the war would matter. 'Pals' from various towns and areas in Valenwood joined Saelihn upon the battlefield, all terrified for their future. She stood near the back of the battleground, her bow in hand and her quiver placed upon her back. The archery squadron were ordered to fire at no particular target, just to aim for the Khajiits. Luckily Saelihn was chosen out of the group to stay at the side as a 'sniper' as she had renowned accuracy in her pals battalion. Silence. And then, a deafening scream came from the opposing side. Saelihn drew her arrows from her quiver and began shooting them at various Khajiits, assuring that the shots would at least paralyze her target. The battle lasted for three days, without pause. Not one Khajiit got near enough to injure Saelihn fatally or even badly only so that they could pierce her armour. The battle was won and she could return home, but not before she had found the bodies of her battalion. And as she stood upon the pile of decomposing corpses, something hit her well and truly. Saelihn had always knew that she was destined for something great but this wasn't it. It was at this moment that she realised that she was not made to stay in Silvenar, let alone Valenwood. Saelihn was not made to stay in her Bosmer homeland, she was created to do good for the world. At that moment in time, she knew that whatever she did in Valenwood wouldn't stop the war. Only another land could help.
Upon arriving to her hometown the townsfolk rejoiced on the new of success. But whilst the others rejoiced, Saelihn was left with the job of telling the families that had lost a member the news. She was furious with the generals for not even sending a letter of sorrow to the families. This made the female bosmer loose respect for the government that she lived under. It was that night that she told her parents of her plans to leave the land. Understandably, they were shocked and appalled at such an idea . In Valenwood you stayed where you were born until death doth part you. It was apparent that she wouldn't wait for her parent's approval, as she was a Bosmer adult and didn't need her family's consent to leave. Upon that evening she packed her bags with food and supplies and took gold in her pocket, never to be seen by the bosmer of Valenwood again. She pulled two bags over her shoulders before hugging her parents goodbye. This would be the last time that Saelihn would see her parents.
After two weeks of travelling, the girl finally arrived at a tavern inside Bruma. Her body was ice-cold from the torrential rain she endured across the border between Valenwood and Cyrodiil. Her face and body were covered in dirt from the long and harsh trek she endured. Saelihn had walked through all of the harshest conditions and lived in them for two weeks without anyone to lean on to tell her that it'd be worth it.But still, whilst she was in pain from the beasts that attacked her in the night, whilst her her whole body was beginning to ice over and her feet were covered in various bruises and blisters from the journey, she smiled. That night she stayed inside the little inn and for the first time in weeks she slept upon a warm and cosy bed. But, for some reason, she couldn't sleep inside the warmth as she did in the freezing cold or the blistering heat. It seemed to her that a house couldn't bring her solitude nor a warm bed.
She knew that the only place that she'd find true peace was the forests. Even though whilst she lived inside the seas of green she still didn't feel content, it was the best she had found.Lihn's purpose in Cyrodiil was quickly interpreted as the gates of oblivion opened. It terrified her. She feared that they'd begin to open up in Valenwood and monsters would get her parents. Every second scared her in the woods knowing that a gate could open and only she would see it and perish. In fear she fled to the Imperial city, hoping for some shelter. In the imperial city chaos was stirring within the gates. These gateways were destroying all civilization discretely. It was as if everything was fine on the surface but once you wiped away the top layer you saw the chaos and neglect to the people. It was horror to even witness the towns, let alone the oblivion gates themselves.
Within the unstable civilization of the imperial city, one area grew strong. With the people unsure of the upcoming almost certain obliteration, people went to the arena to distract themselves from the deathly atmosphere. Because of the sudden uprising there were few positions available for arena fighters. This was her chance to do something to help the world she lived in. Sure it wasn't a big thing for most it only affected those who lived inside the Imperial city. But this meant she could at least calm some of the humanoids down. Within some time she pulled herself through the ranks as Saelihn the merciful. Although after all the years she stayed as a pitdog.Saelihn still spent the majority of her time wandering Cyrodiil without an aim, she continued to do s after the last gate was closed. Now she wanders, looking for people to help and to find her solitude.
Appearance:[x]
Saélihn adorns a pair of ice blue coloured eyes that tend to shimmer inside her head whenever she feels exceptionally happy. Saélihn Aeradel's features are rather perky and have a homely feel about them. Her hair is of a honey blond shade and falls down in a straight fashion just below her breasts. Saé's bangs are shaped into a full fringe that swoops slightly to the left hand side of her forehead. Although it would be much easier for the girl to simply keep her hair down or even cut it, Lihn usually pulls her hair into a pair of honey blond bunches.
Saélihn wears a set of leather armour, which she had fitted for her shape. The armour is very sparse in the amount of material that actually covers her body. The green leather on her suit covers the front and back of her corset. The front and back are held together by a thick lace type of brown leather. The corset isn't to fulfill some sort of sexually appealing appearance, it was simply practical for the conditions she lived in back in Falinesti. Although when fighting occours she harbours a piece of leather that connects to the front and back of her corset to make it more protecting.She wears leather 'bathing suit' armour on the bottom half of her body which show little skin before her high boots come into place. To match her green leather boots the girl wears a pair of long leather gloves that stop just below her shoulders.
Most look upon the young and adventurous bosmer as if she were some exotic dancer. But the clothing choice and the lack of actual material that is present upon her figure is simply due to the steaming weather in her homeland. Even if someone were to ask her to practically 'perform' a dance towards them she would simply smile and tell them that that was not part of her work. Some expect her to be much more proactive and idiotic upon their first glance on the girl, this is not entirely true. Although her outfit shows a very outrageous and dumb personality, she is a smart and strategic girl. All in all, miss Aeradel will continue to render the appearance as it shows her heritage, however dangerous this may prove to be.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 2:28 pm
 I N V E N T O R Y Amantae5 Minor healing potions
2 Ultimate Healing potions
Fine iron Longsword
Tavern clothes
500 gold.Saelihn5 Minor healing potions
2 Ultimate Healing potions
Silver longsword
Sheild of Solitude
500 gold.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 2:39 pm
E X P E I R I EN C E AmantaeNoneSaelihnNone
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 2:42 pm
E N C O U N T E R S AmantaeNo-one as of yetSaelihnBareok Kayle
A very handsome and sweet man. He offered to let me sleep next to him, in his bed! I really like him, he's sweet. Regan Harlow
Another bosmer, like myself! She likes to sleep outside like me! She's like a long lost twin or something.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 3:18 pm
 I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen, I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing.
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t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t
t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t
t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t t e x t
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