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    #LittleMac Number One Sora hater
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    WE’RE SO BACK!!!
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    Alexandr looks over the paper with a blank face, sighing, then tosses the crumpled up missive to be eaten by his pet monstrosity. "Allfather forbid someone wants to have a home."
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    Alexandr reads through the codex, squinting at some lines, nodding at others, sighing by the end. "A lot of effort for people to not hate without reason."
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    #FreeKingVon

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    Say hello to my dog, Fjord.Hellish Hybrids

    Art Credit goes to https://www.artstation.com/davemelvin

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      DarkParty

      Exactly what pet store did you get that...dog...at?

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    APPLICATION FOR INTERVIEW FULL NAME: Alexander Fjordsson of Clan Kvitravn AGE: 32 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Yes, lifetime hunter, gather, and soldier of Norland for nearly a decade. Helped kill a manticore. SIGNED NAME: Alexander Kvitravn METHOD OF CONTACT: goh./ghost_goh
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    My stupid chud son
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    Somewhere deep in the frigid woods, by a newly repaired family shack, the man with hair white as the snow around him finally gets the attention of a messenger bird with the missive after it’s searched far and wide. He gives it food, drink and heat before it departs for home. He takes and unfurls the message— “WHAT?!” — booms out, immediately sending all fowl and critters scattering away as it echoes across the snow covered wood.
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    goh_Alexander posted an application in Accepted

    Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Alexander quietly looks at the suspended candles then brings his attention to the woman and sits down on the cushion crossing his legs, hand on the handle of the dirk at his hip, "Work, thrill, I'm not sure, Lady. I'd like to know how you know me, but I don't expect an answer I'd understand..." He glares at the crone for a second then diverts his eyes to the ground, ". . ." contemplating. Alex raises his head back to the lady, a bit of white powder falling from his hair, "Trying to find myself, away from home, warmth... again, unsure. My name is Alexander, son of Ford of clan Kvitravn." His stare less threatening now, hand unmoving from his favored response to attackers still.
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