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Good day Unorthodox! Their is a slight misspelling of "Simulation room" in bold on your front signup page it reads: "Stimulation" room.


Just thought you might have wanted to know.
 
Name: (First, middle and last) Night Dream Angel


Nickname: Night


Place of Birth: (Where are you from?) From a isolated place in heaven where she wouldn't be found


Age: 16


Gender: female


Likes: Funny people, flying, and being with her dad


Dislikes: Rude and mean people and that she is blind


Power/Ability: She is a fallen angel so when she gets older she can use dark magic and can hide her wings and make them come out to let her fly


Weapon of Choice: She isn't violent but she has very weak dark magic that will let her turn into child versions of stuff like dragons or wolves.


Weaknesses: She is blind and is very weak with dark magic and she can be leaded into trouble since she's blind


Markings: (Any piercings, tattoos, blemishes, birthmarks, scars?} she has a black wing tattoos on her back to hide her wings


Personality: Very sweet kind funny and very shy


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Biography: her dad and mother are the most wanted dark angels for what they want and she was put in the school so she won't be hurt


Other: Forever i'm special and she can see ghosts even though she is blind and they are the only thing she can see but when she opens her eyes they are a very light blue and are very lovely. Also this is my first rp I joined :D

 
Name: Draco Blu Johnson


Nickname: Drake or Fluffy(Fluffy if you want to annoy him xD )


Place of Birth: England


Age: 18


Gender: Male


Likes: Long walks on the beach... Kidding.~


-Watching others suffer


-Horror movies


-Sweets


-Guys(Yup, hes gay. CAUSE I'M A GIRL. xD )


-Fun..things


Dislikes:


-Girls


-Healthy Food


-Color


-Love


Power/Ability: Draco was born with the ability to shape shift. He can change into any animal, or human being he desires. When he shifts to the body he desires, he possesses their powers, strength, fire, anything. The only thing that makes him visible to his enemy's as himself are his gold eyes, which appear in any form that hes in.


Weapon of Choice: He enjoys to change into a lion and maul people.


Weaknesses: Love, Friendship, His neck.


Markings: (Any piercings, tattoos, blemishes, birthmarks, scars?} Draco has multiple piercings on his ears, two below his lower lip, he has a tattoo of a slither of blood running down his upper arm, there's a scar running along the side of his neck.


Personality: Draco is extremely flirtatious and rather daring. He is a brutal killer, and enjoys the grossest of things. He has a very "Whatever" attitude and can be extremely loud and obnoxious. He does his best to embarrass people and usually hides every emotion besides his signature smirk. Draco hates to be around cheerful people, and usually sticks to his partner(Whoever that is.)


Appearance:
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Biography:


Draco was born into an abusive family in England. His father smoked, took drugs and drank. Oh lord did he drink. Draco watched as his mother got abused, and soon his father turned to him. His mother finally left, and she just couldn't take Draco with her. Draco, well, he never understood why. His father beat him, and beat him physically and mentally. That's what formed his bitter mindset and toughened him up. He stalks away from love, that's what ruined him, his mother, he loved her, hell, he cherished her. He eventually became aware of his powers and mauled his father to death. He was sent to the school soon afterwards, he used his powers to torture people, and sometimes he still does.


Other: When he finds one that he loves, he either avoids them completely, or he softens up around them, he has an under layer of a more sweet, sensitive personality.


Forever I'm special
 
Sock, accepted!


Nightpelt1359, there are no angels in this roleplay. Everyone is mortal-like supernatural. 
ATTENTION! All posts must be four paragraphs or longer! I'm sorry but some people and I cannot tolerate it. If you don't like this, post here saying you withdraw.
 
[QUOTE="Highly Unorthodox]All posts must be four paragraphs or longer!

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I usually write two/three long,detailed paragraphs. I would be willing to try and fit in four, but I feel like I'd spend more time trying to be quantitative and reaching a quota than actually roleplaying. Would I be kicked out if I were to write only three? Hopefully this doesn't sound like an excuse, which I can assure you is not the case. :I
 
Mavis didn't work out very well as a CII teacher, as I just couldnt get the feel for it. I hope to resubmit a new character to fill the role, if that is alright Ortho
 
Its about post length really have something of substance people can reply to. If you have no problem conveying things in 2 college sized paragraphs I'm sure that would be more than okay.
 



  • Name: York Luther Howl


    Nickname: Howl, Mr. Howl


    Place of Birth: Maine


    Age: 17 & 3/4ths


    Gender: Male


    Likes: Cute things and Salt and Vinegar chips


    Dislikes: When people repeat themselves, unnecessary loudness, Children


    Markings: Left Hand was completely burned when York tried to harness the fire Arcana using his hand as the summoning spot. He wears a glove over it at all times.


    Personality: A strong sense of morals and laws that he follows completely. They may even go against the moral code of society but he pursues it anyways. Cocky and arrogant he could be described as, as he believes in his capabilities to the utmost extent. He is not a fool though he knows his limitations and the time to retreat and when to back down from a fight he will not win. Cowardice has been shown from time to time as he does not wish to dirty his hand in a gamble with his life.








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  • Power/Ability: Arcana Manifestation- The power to harness magic in the mortal realm a feat unable to be accessed by morals. The very essence of harnessing said magic is so volatile to the human body and their life, that mediums to use and conjure them have been created throughout time to help the mages summon their abilities. Books, staffs, rings all were used as conduits for the flow of safely harnessing the Arcana abilities. York is what society has labeled as a mage or wizard, a conjurer of the elements. His current summoning totem for this extreme power is through a pistol and firing shells.








  • Biography:


    "I always thought you were different. It must be so cool to have these powers!" a young boy shouted in the darkness of the empty shed. York and his friend Alex sat in the darkness of the shed as the warm sun outside cooked the metal house. Sweat poured from the boys bodies as they continued to have their private conversation. "Alex, remember you cant tell anyone. Not even my family." York grinned at his friend as a stupid smile was returned to him "Don't worry I promise I wont tell anyone, Cross my heart and hope to die!" Alex held up his pinkie finger in the air towards York as he took it in his. "I Pinkie Swear!" And with that they raced out of the shed to go play once again in the heat of summer.


    "York have you tried using your powers more?" Alex asked curiously as the shed got smaller as the boys aged and grew. The moist and damp air around them signaled that fall was changing to the brutal cold winters of Maine. "... Once, but it had less than... great results." York grimaced as he gently plucked the tips of his finger slowly pulling the black glove off. The wrinkled and red scar tissue of his burnt hand shocked Alex the minute he saw it. "Did it hurt?" Alex asked curiously as he moved his face inches away from the hand turning his face from side to side getting a better look at the gross disfigurement. "What do you think?" York laughed.


    "YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE!" York shouted the green leaves on the trees danced as the boys stood outside the old shed. Spring had just arrived as the boys height increased. "You called me a freak is that what I am to you?" York was walking the line between crying and rage as he stared at the boy who called himself his friend. "Fine, fine no need to be a baby about it. It's no big deal I just told my girlfriend... she didn't believe me anyways." Alex shrugged it off as he looked at the watch on his wrist. "Well if that's all you wanted to talk about I have a date to get to."


    "Friends who ever said we were friends, how could I be friends with a monster like you?!" Alex shouted as the full moon of the night illuminated the small layer of snow beneath the two boys feet. Snow flakes fell around them as tiny glinting stars in the the night this was the start of winter in Maine. "A-Alex. That's not fair I didn't choose this cant we just go back to what we were." York was desperate as he swallowed back the feeling of betrayal. "You're dead to me." Alex turned and walked away as the sound of crushing snow faded into the night leaving. York was helpless there was nothing he could do, he had lost the person who he put his complete trust in all because of this curse. He raised his left hand that was masked by the black glove to his face. As the long trail of tears flowed into the snow below he thrusted his disfigured hand into the snow over and over again.


    "Wh-what are you doing?" Alex looked around in a daze the familiar darkness of the shed let the beams of light outside shone through. The warm summer sun heated the inside of the shed to an York lifted Alex's hand delicately into the air as he eyed the tied up Alex. Yorks index and thumb slid up the palm of the hand as gripped the pinkie finger. "You-." A pop sounded as Alex let out a small cry of pain the small finger became strained between the fingers. "-pinkie swear." The crack of bone and cry in pain resonated as York smirked at the whimpering Alex. "Who did you tell Alex." The shine of the silver pistol swayed as York gestured pointing it at Alex. "Just Alice and Carly my mom and my dad I promise. I told you! Please just don't kill me." He cried slobbering in between each word. As the tears raced to his chin and soaked the collar of his shirt. "Don't worry it seems your girlfriend and your whole family has to die now." York moved his hand to the belt of shells on his hip as he slid one of the golden like shells from the leather slip. Resting it on the tip of his thumb he gave the shell a quick flick sending it up into the air. The light beams of the room scattered as it hit the shell. Alex watched mouth open gaping at the case that held his impending death. With a quick flick of the wrist the pistol clicked open as the shell fell in. jerking the pistol and pointing it at Alex is snapped shut and loaded. Placing the tip of the Barrel against Alex's chest York pressed it firmly against the shirt and into the flesh drawing an X with it. "Cross your heart and hope to-." York gave a devious smile. "n-n-no-NO-"


    Click.


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Question, this will decide if I have to leave or not O.o , I'm running two characters, 2 paragraphs each or do I have to push out four paragraphs per character.
 
I think I might be able to do the 4 paragraphs O.o just waiting on you to post Orth, and waiting on someone to be in my class.
 
Name: Sir Peter Oskar Rebenström

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Nickname: Pete

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Place of Birth: Stockholm, Sweden

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Age: 16

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Gender: Male

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Likes: Typical male teenager stuff. Girls, video games, etc. Also enjoys watches, has a collection of them.

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Dislikes: Wasps and bell peppers. Dislikes rude people and similar.

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Power/Ability: Can transform his left arm/hand into anything or a part of anything he has held in it.

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Weapon of Choice: Gun or blade.

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Weaknesses:Because of his ability to transform his body part, wounds take much longer to heal.

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Markings: Scar on his left ribs from a hunting trip gone wrong, a boar got a tusk too close and ripped up a nice scar. A tattoo of a skull on the palm of his left hand.

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Personality: He is humble and has good manners, but is sometimes extremely stubborn and will push something a long time before giving up. He becomes annoyed when people refer to him as a dandy, higher-class snob.

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Appearance:

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Biography: Meh, I hate writing biographies. Born in Stockholm, Sweden as noble. Went to prestigious school. Did fun stuff with money. Got sent over to Riverview. Nothing notable has happened in his life until now. Lived with parents and two sisters.

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Other: His family is noble, extra rich because of his father being the CEO in a company that specializes in simulation of important things.

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Name: Rein Deliri

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Nickname: Rain

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Place of Birth: Sokna

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Age: 17

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Gender: Male

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Likes:

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  • Great views,
  • intellectual challenges
  • riddles
  • Commonly playing games on people.


Dislikes:

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  • Pushy people.
  • Loud noises.
  • Fish.


Power/Ability: Shadow walk, allowing him to move significantly faster and far more agile than a normal human while shrouded by the dark, whether it be a light less room, or simply night. Along with it comes significantly improved night vision.

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Weapon of Choice: A single, sharp dagger, usually kept in a belt upon his back

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Weaknesses: As any sort of strong light would completely negate his ability, it is his primary weakness, as under its effect, he is nothing more than a common man, a somewhat strong one, though.

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Markings: A long scar, threading from the lower part of his left eye, and down the cheek, seemingly made by animal claws.

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Personality: Rein possesses a rather distant personality, he is however, not afraid to play games upon strangers. Usually just to see their reaction, more than anything. If approached, he'd appear rather cold, resorting to almost purely logical conversation. This emotionless agenda however, seems to ease up somewhat upon being presented with a thought intellectual challenge or riddle however. Instead lifting forward a more joyous and caring personality, which he tends to keep with the people he has shown it to.

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Appearance:

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Biography:

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Born, and having lived most of his life on the edge of Sokna, Rein used to sneak out of his house already at a very young age, simply striding trough the dark of the surrounding forest for hours before returning home. This activity of his usually made his parents fear for him, and they did there best to keep him out of the woods, and preferably in the house, at night. Despite this, the back then young boy seemingly always found a way out of the house, and wandered to dark woods night after night. Helping out at home by day, usually without starting any conversation on his own.

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One night however, whilst the boy, now thirteen years of age, was wandering trough the forest. He came upon a wild bear, whom, upon finding the young boy, became agitated, and rushed towards him.

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The next morning, Rein had not yet come home, and his parents were in despair when the door was suddenly knock, outside stood their son, a large carcass of a somewhat mutilated bear dragged behind him, as the sun slowly rose from the horizon, casting light over the somewhat morbid scene.

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Other: Powers/Abilities are not necessary final, and may change if deemed unfitting.

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Also, first application. (And: Forever I am special)

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Name: Magnus Kaige Bane


Nickname: Kaige


Place of Birth: New York


Age: 15


Gender: Male


Likes: quiet people, books, and cats


Dislikes: loud people, the cold, and being underground


Power/Ability: called a Warlock he can become superhuman for about 10-15 minutes but then passes out. he always has amazing senses. can go off if he gets too angry


Weapon of Choice: a single handed long thick sword. one side bladed.


Weaknesses: blind in his left eye


Markings: scars all over him from fights in the streets and alleys of New York. one distinctive one goes down the left side of his face and over his left eye. a large tattoo on the back of his head
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Personality: quiet and calm he trys to control his emotions to prevent himself from becoming superhuman


Appearance: tall and thin slightly tanned skin and buzzcut hair showing the tattoo. his face looks like
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Biography: growing up in New York Magnus was always fighting to get himself a place as his parents would almost never talk to him. he was often involved in fights and his body has the scars to show for it. when he lost vision in his eye he started to show his ability and became a amazing fighter. he is not afraid to fight dirty and can fight unarmed and grapple with the best of them. the only thing that ever slows him down is when you move to his left. he has learned to compensate slightly but still struggles with it


Other: sleeps very lightly and only sleeps for about 4 hours a night. his skin is also very hot to the touch.
 
[QUOTE="Highly Unorthodox]Sock, accepted!
Nightpelt1359, there are no angels in this roleplay. Everyone is mortal-like supernatural. 
ATTENTION! All posts must be four paragraphs or longer! I'm sorry but some people and I cannot tolerate it. If you don't like this, post here saying you withdraw.

[/QUOTE]
I usually stick to 1-2 paragraphs, a lot of the time there just isn't much that the character can do, that kind of puts you in a jam. :/
 
Name: Nathaniel Marx


Age: 23


Gender: Male


Teaching: CII


Place of Birth: Ireland


Power/Ability:


He has two hands of power. The hand of air, which allows him to remove all air from a room or to manipulate it wherever he may wish, and the hand of Old Blood. This allows him to cause old wounds to reopen. Of course, he is limited. He is stronger at night than he is at day, and his skills aren't as honed as they used to be, due to years of continued disuse. Every time he uses his abilities his physical wellbeing deminishes a little more, and it can sometimes take days to recover. He is not immortal, but he has a rather long lifespan and if you were to try and kill him, he wouldn't go easy on you. He also possess the ability to communicate using mirrors and the wind, he can glamour his appearance so he looks human and he is able to perform minor wards. He does not abuse his abilities. As I said, he generally refrains from using them. Why should he, when the mundane physicalities and skills are so much more appealing?


Personality: Charming and polite, Nathaniel has a real way with women, he has a love for beauty that none can surpasse, but also high standards relationship wise. He's friendly enough,m but he distances himself from most people. He's an observer and often only interacts when it benefits him. He is intelligent, charismatic and slightly mysterious. No one ever knows what he's really thinking. He can also be incredibly cold, distant and bone chilling, it all depends on the side you wish to be on.


Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_05/2769644810092086412S600x600Q85.jpg.fb1a7cdc321477f62d6584db58c499ec.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="1363" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_05/2769644810092086412S600x600Q85.jpg.fb1a7cdc321477f62d6584db58c499ec.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Biography: Nathaniel's mother was murdered when he was fifteen, leaving him more than a little damaged. With the support of his father, he made it through. He survived the loss, developing into a normal teen, with a few minor altercations along the way. Everything was alright until his father's murder two years later, where an unknown man had murdered his father at work, shooting him point blank in the head. No mercy, no remorse. Nathaniel was thrown into the system, an orphan with no family to speak of and no desire to cooperate. Yet he did so, and was out of the system in a year anyway. He made something of himself, a name, but hadn't allowed himself to become too successful for his own good. He kept his head low and find a niche comefortable enough for himself where no one could bother him.


Other:

 
Firelava, accepted.


CaterpilAli, accepted.


Iacentis, accepted.


luuklilo, accepted. 
(This is just a character that is going to get killed off anyway. Spoiler alert.)


Name: John Clements


Age: Nineteen


Gender: Male


Power/Ability: His nails are immensly sharp and can cut through most metals.


Personality: Cruel, mocking, cocky.


Biography: He is a guy that isn't even a student at Riverview but is sometimes seen walking the halls. He blends in so no one ever says a word.


Appearance:


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Sorry but I have to go then and sorry I wasn't on earlier I was working and wasn't near my laptop so yeah and I can't do that 4 paragraph thing because it's kinda stupid if you think about it so yeah i'm with drawing for that reason and I won't be on that much any more :meh: sorry
 
Name:


Ingrid Mordue


Nickname:


Gree, Little Songbird


Place of Birth:


No-one really knows where Ingrid was born. She was just found at the shelter one day, and she didn't know either. She previously resided somewhere in Italy (where the foster home was).


Age:


12


Gender:


Female


Likes:


Her mother's broom, affectionate gestures (hugging, messing with hair, etcetera), plush animals / teddy bears, sweet things.


Dislikes:


Dark places, vacant areas, funerals, dogs, creepy puppets, clowns.


Power/Ability:


Ingrid has the power of manipulating sound, only her's. She can easily modify her pitch as she likes, from a very soft and appealing tone to a sharp and detering one to an almost undetectable (think dog whistle!) sound. She can also change her own voice, maybe to mimic other voices and such. As a child, she isn't fully aware of her powers and can't effectively use them until she is trained.


Weapon of Choice:


"Hitting stuff with? You mean broo-broo?"


Ingrid's first choice for a weapon, obliviously would be her cherished broom. She doesn't exactly know what fighting is. Under a teacher's/student's recommendation (anyone can choose to do so within the RP) a more suitable weapon would be a microphone or a microphone and its stand, wireless of course. And one that doesn't repeat the voice through other means (like a speaker).


Weaknesses:


•Ingrid is 12. Do you really expect her to take a punch from someone way older than her? I think not. She's very weak.


•Ingrid cannot use her power if she can't breathe.


•Ingrid doesn't know how to fight, or use her ability (yet).


•[insert other weaknesses of being young]


Markings:


None.


Personality:


Ingrid is just a bundle of innocence that you expect from a child. She is quite modest and quite honest. As she is pretty young, she doesn't know as much things as others that are older than her do. As a result, she can be very naive. You could say she is a little shy, but she takes more to the dismissive and self-sustaining side where she doesn't care much for things surrounding her. Ingrid is also easily scare-able.


Appearance:


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Biography:


"I don't know much. But mommy and daddy died. So I came here."


It is unknown where Ingrid's birthplace had been. It is easy to infer that it was probably Italy, for reasons that will be stated below. Ingrid lived pretty normally, she thought. A mother and a father and what she believed to be an incoming little brother. She didn't know who or what they worked for. But her mother seemed pretty content with things revolving around cleaning so Ingrid supposed she was some part time maid. One day, as far as Ingrid could remember, she woke up to find her mother and father lying in their bed without movement. She called her neighbors (nice people as she described them) which then called for an ambulance which said they were already dead as they arrived. Then there was a memorial that her neighbors took her to, and after that Ingrid ran away. To where, she didn't know. But she ended up finding the foster home that she lived in for a year or two.


People guess that she originally lived somewhere in Italy and also was born there because they infer that Ingrid didn't walk that much away from home, or rather wouldn't have been able to. Ingrid doesn't remember. All she can remember, however, is arriving to the foster home and being taken in by one of the people who worked there. That and little bits and pieces of where the funeral took place.


After her one to two years of living in a foster home, she was adopted by some shady people. People who, as they found out about Ingrid in detail, were very eager to take her in. When she arrived at their house, though, she was immediately sent to the school, without another word.


Other:


Ingrid took her mother's broom with her before leaving for a keepsake. And so she carries it around her to try and recall her memories.


Forever I am special
 
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