Kisshmael
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A bald clerk slowly slicks a hand up and across his chrome dome, reminiscing on how he had lost his hair in service to Petra. "This lemon-stealing harlot of an Archduchess is no more capable of conducting the affairs of this Commonwealth than she is of running a brothel!" Cyril would remark among his federates!
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Heartbreaking. Rest in peace Dantory.
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Full Name: Corentin Age: 27 Gender: Man Race: Human [Username: Kisshmael] [Discord: Kisshmael#8267 ]
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Just short of gaining his full bearings upon this new locale, Corentin finds himself approached by this gentleman, one brimming with affluence. Corentin keeps his hands clasped together, fixed at his back with the curtest respect - so had father taught him - as he surveys this gentleman up and down. "My thanks, sir," he would reply, gleaming at the man's rich attire. "Adventure sounds curious, wealth even moreso." Corentin feels his fingers rap against his knuckles at his rear-side as he continues, "But grand aspirations? For a mere sower as myself? I wonder if you have the wrong man, sir." Corentin would eye the ground beneath the gentleman's feet before proceeding. "But, sir, I am seeking the conclaves of the Church of the Canon - I wonder if you could point me thither?" And hence, Corentin would further study the gentleman as he awaits his response.
