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Name: Shea Fiara
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Llear, a mildly insect-like humanoid.
Any Children?: None yet.
About Me:
I'm just a normal guy, I guess. I had a very secluded childhood, and was raised in an orphanage from the age of two, after my parents were killed. When I was discharged seven years ago, I really didn't know much about the outside world. I'm not even sure I do now. For the past year or so, I've been performing with a circus troupe, honing my musical skills and learning to stifle my stage fright.
Hobbies:
People-watching, practicing my instruments. I recently took up drawing, but I'm still not very good at it.
Talents:
I can play the guitar with varying degrees of success, depending on the song, and I sing well. I'm passable with a number of other instruments, can paint sets, perform emergency sewing fixes on costumes, and patch up minor injuries. All day-to-day necessities in my line of work, but I find these skills come in handy elsewhere. I can also make a graceful landing from a fairly respectable height, though my wings aren't strong enough to carry me in flight, despite the fact that I am lighter than a human of my size.
Looking For:
I would like to meet someone who doesn't mind my hectic schedule or think I am choosing my career over our relationship when my busy life keeps me from her. It might be nice to get to know a person who is more adventurous than I am, but... not too exuberant? I don't want to go bungee jumping or anything more extreme, but a woman who is excited about life and wants to share her experiences with me would certainly be appreciated.
Other
Nothing more to say, really. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and look forward to meeting whoever I am paired with.

Shea sipped his tea and cast a sidelong glance at the letter he had left on the table in the front hall. He didn't know whether to frown or laugh. His love life "sucked," did it? Well, when one didn't seek a love life out, it had the potential to suck very badly indeed, he imagined. It had been, what, six or so years since he'd been on a date? And then it hadn't even been a proper one. His training came first nowadays, and he certainly hadn't felt his life had been missing anything until just now. Stupid letter.

He managed to resist the compulsion to fill out the forms until after he had showered and gone through his morning juggling run, but soon after, Shea was sitting at his desk hastily scribbling embarrassingly sincere responses to the piece of paper's terse inquiries. He tried not to think about what might come of this, but he hoped it proved to be more entertaining than tragic.