Crush the world dowN

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

Twilight filled the air as dusk approached. The sky, orange, filled with jet black clouds and a dark moon. The air was crisp and clean. Small beams of moonlight drifted between the trees. The utter blackness of night approaching. It was... A delightful night. The call of the wild could be heard. Various insects making presence known. Small animals scuttling about as they prepared dens and places to sleep for the night. A silent call for help could be seen in a creatures eyes...The life slowly faded, leaving dull, listless eyes in place. It was a small rabbit. The little creature's spinal cord had been severed, slowly, purposfully. Both its hind legs broken. Dew claws torn off. Its front legs, filled with holes from canines.

No matter what I do... This things heart beats.. The noise... The noise... The noise... I want to die. Slowly, painfully. One new wound, for each beat I have to put up with.

The rabbit was being tortured. A set of strangly alluring emerald green eyes could be seen in the darkness, staring at the creature. The beating stopped... The noise was gone... Slowly, a wolf padded out from the darkness. The wolf stood now, standing over the fallen body of what was once a rabbit. The life fluid of the once living creature was leaking from its body from holes, breaks. The poor creature was covered in a crimson mask. It smelled.. Heavenly. Oh.... The allure of blood. How it smelled. Its Look. How it tasted. He couldn't resist it, slowly, he laid down next to his prey, a crazed grin on his face. He spoke, yet his voice held a strange tone to it.. Feminine. Female?

"Your heart stopped beating. The noise is finally gone."

Jaws opened wide and clamped down on the neck of the rabbit, sending blood spurting from the fresh wounds. A crunching sound, and the head went limp, blood leaking into the wolf's mouth. Delicious.. Happily, the black rouge just laid there, lapping up from the pool of blood on the ground, then licking over the various wounds. No matter how foul of a scene one would think this was, he seemed quite content.

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A strange black bird squealed with in the distance. Having heard something near by, best reaction was to always run away. That was the natural instinct of all preyed upon mammals. Sound? Run. It was the simplest and most demanded command in their puny minds. That is why they were prey, simple stupidity. In a realistic viewed predator any way. Well this wolf pretty much just didn't care actually.

Darkness of night would soon set in. Many pack residing wolves will begin their sleeping reign. While the nocturnal took their high seats as kings among Traum. Malice, an average sized maned wolf. Black socks, deep orange hairs. Rough and extremely long, running along his thin frame. A white dipped tail, that was fluffy and long such as a fox. But within that darkened face told a different story.

A chesire smile stretched ear to ear. Eyes shaded by the growing night, allowing orbs of dark purple show the way. Black bat like ears flicked back and forth, a yawn coming forth. Exposing purple tainted insides and surprisingly untainted fangs. Those ears were moving so quickly, nose sniffing vigorously because honestly he was nervous... in a sense.

Not having been away from the Order lands in so long. After having been used to prowling the rogue lands as if they were his own for so long. Having been used to stalking every new comer, every little thing and every little change, he tend to notice. But ever since he changed those ways he felt paranoid about these common lands. The scent of new comers, he hadn't successfully stalked, drowned him.

The scent of a fresh kill lingered over the wood land. A flick of the tail, he drove those hind legs toward the strong scent. To get back into the feel of being free, to do whatever he pleased overwhelmed him suddenly. Charging into whatever may lie ahead without a single care just then. Meeting others was so intriguing, to learn of others, watch their habits and secrets form before his own eyes.

"Your heart stopped beating. The noise is finally gone."

Chest rising up, he took a deep breathe. It smelt of a brute, yet the voice that floated into his audios registered female. Confused, this quickly frustrated such a complicated wolf such as Malice. But that long pink muscle snaked out of his mouth, moistening those wolf lips as the scent of blood grew stronger and stronger. It was straight ahead.

Peering from behind a tree, that chesire smile some how grew larger. Eyes focusing on that ebony kissed wolf, just as last bit of orange was beginning to fade away. Laying next to the kill, as if something special? Remembering what was said seconds ago, perhaps he was talking to it. Malice cocked his head to the side, slowly taking steps closer, not taking any thought of cautiousness.

Luckily, this maned wolf was friends of the demoness Zurian. Even so, he had no huge marking of the order on his chest. He hadn't come to the conversation, nor did he want to. But if Zurian, like a master to him, ever asked he'd allow such a scar be carved into that flawless chest of his. Squinting on toward the unknown male. Malice simply put on a creepy, yet friendly smile. He didn't as much mean harm, but perhaps it was those urges he couldn't control.

"My my, to think I was the only creep ass around." Deep Australian accent entered the atmosphere. He shrugged as a quick exhale laugh escaped his long muzzle. Lowering his head, dangerously close to the kill as this point. Closing his eyes, taking in a deep breath of the crimson. Not so much hungry, but the way the male was putting on with the rabbits blood caused Malice to almost collapse with envy.

It had been so long since he had indulged himself into blood like the stranger was now. It was surprising though, to see someone else who obsessed over such a thing such as he. Smirking, he steadied his uneven eyes back on him. "Ay mate, whats your calling? You happen to have been discovered by Malice Sethos, demi-god son of za Greek god Sethos." That was the true, in Malice's mind that is. What he was talking about, Zurian still didn't even know.

ooc; huh think of Ed from Lion king and... he's a blood lusting Australian demi-god? rofl c: don't mind the strange-ness.

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It wasn't enough. It was never enough. The blood stopped flowing. Not enough, never enough.. The sweet necture, his ambrosia.. He demanded more, or rather she demanded more. Heckle and Jeckle, two opposing sides to one coin. The sun, and the crescent moon. Each, a disturbing smile on the faces. Black and white, stained red... It was never enough. The male tore open the rabbit's chest, unaware of anyone watching him. He pulled out the heart, tossing it onto the ground, yelling at it.

"Bleed! Bleed now you useless piece of trash! Bleed! I demand it! Its not enough... Bleed, quietly. Without a sound. Bleed, give me more... More... More. That is all your good for shithead! Bleeding! How dare you fail at your job!"

He, or she, it was hard to tell really, was enraged now. The black furred wolf stomped on the heart, causing a small explosion of blood. The blood covered his face, the smell, the feel, the warmth.. Warmth his family never gave him. Warmth... Warmth.. Slowly, a smile came to his lips. A pure smile, like a child who had been givin a loving hug by its mother. The smile faded however, as a voice came to him. Someone was here now. Though, Lust knew a male was around. He had just assumed the male wouldn't approach. The male, who looked like a female, and had the voice of one, spoke.

"I can hear it. The beating of your heart.... Tick, tock, tick tock. Its grating. The noise is grating."

It was a harsh voice. Devoid of feeling. Not angry, sad, or crazed. No, what the voice had within its hearts was what could only be described as "A cool killing intent." This new male, this... Thing, was sniffing around his kill. It didn't matter. It was over. The kill no longer had blood to sate his thirst. If this male wanted the husk that was left, he could have it. Sound came to his ears, the other male was talking. Finally, Lust turned to face him, gazing at him. It was the type of wolf he had never laid eyes on before. Strange. Looked more like a sort of fox... What color was his blood? Blood.. It was never enough. Calling? His calling was asked? An introduction. This thing felt he was a demi god. A son of a greek god named Sethos. The male spoke, walking closer to Malice, a grin on his face. His eyes, his voice, his body, all said female. Only his scent betrayed this. He rubbed up on Malice, a soft look of seduction on his face, that female voice speaking again.

"Lilith the temptress is my name, feed me blood to keep me tame."

The voice was diffrent now. Sweet, alluring, welcoming. Far diffrent from the earlier comments. However, one thing was still unsure.. This was a male? Hitting on another male? Was that real? Perhaps he really was a she.. There was one thing that was apparent, the ambigious wolf, wanted Malice's blood.

"Just a taste.. Small taste.. Its never enough.. Small taste.. Offer it to me.."

The female voice continued, moving to one of Malice's paw, gazing at it. The area between the toes bled the most.. Yes, she wanted it, to taste it. See it, feel it. She could hear it... His heart was beating.

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Before Malice was even able to approach the animal, the stranger had been yelling at its... heart. A twitching smile kept resuming over his maw. As a b it of laughter followed. He tried to keep it held in, knowing it'd pretty much piss off the stranger. But that inner Malice, that word that was his calling. How ironic it was actually.

Seeing him stomp within the small puddle of blood. A bit of steam raised from the rabbit's corpse. The winters cold was certainly present. It bit at the rabbit's last bit of life source, its inner warmth. Seeing the stranger stomp on the heart, it caused Malice to fling his head back in that direction to refocus. It was cold, but what was going on warmed him.

The wolf then realized he was there. Feeling rather stiff for a moment. He wasn't sure what to expect. Would he become like that rabbit? Torn apart, rib cage ripped open as he yelled at his own unbeating heart. That was another thing, was it a he or a she. Secretly taking deep breathes, realizing it must be male. Yet a feminine voice and figure confused Malice to no end.

"I can hear it. The beating of your heart.... Tick, tock, tick tock. Its grating. The noise is grating."

Large bat like ears flicked to the side. A tilt of his head, Malice simply studied her, him... He felt a confused expression coming over his face. Uneven pupils twitched as the wolf approached. With other wolves, they gave Malice a look of disgust. With Zurian, she laughed at his foolish expression, yet she accepted him. Which meant so much in his blind heart.

"Lilith the temptress is my name, feed me blood to keep me tame."

Eyes widened as the feeling of Lilith's body heat overwhelmed him. Malice decided to think of Lilith as a fae. So his head would stop hurting at that. Claiming to need blood to be tame. Mal raised his wolf like brows, a smirk of interesting pleasure came over his maw. Even he knew Lilith had the seduction game running. But he still couldn't get over that male scent.

"Just a taste.. Small taste.. Its never enough.. Small taste.. Offer it to me.."

That voice so tempting and twisted within his ears. Lilith had her eyes locked on his leg. Squinting, he lowered his deep red dome next to Liliths. "A taste of god's blood? I've never been asked such a greedy question..." He hissed within Lilith's ears. He was playing his own game. "I give you permission, if that is what you seek." They both spoke in a seme form. One may be more aggressive in the leading position that the other. Either way, it was twisted yet so interesting.

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She could hear it. His beating heart. Two hearts. His, and hers. Third heart? No. It stopped. She had torn it out. His heart. Would it bleed? What did it look like? She wanted to know. He spoke. Talking. To her. His voice. Unsettling. Like hers. No. Not like hers. "He" was quiet today. Good. She hated him. Malice. Son of Zethos. God. "God". What is god? Godly? What is it. God. Blood. He taunted her. Told her to take it. Daring her. Blood. God... God... Lies. She laughed, laughed at the mention of god. God's blood. She grinned, her eyes wide as she raised her head to face him.

"What is "God". They speak of it. Scream it as I tear then apart. Calling out to God for help. God, what is it? Where can I find it? This God?"

She now focused on his eyes, or directly between them. She was staring, raising a paw and settling a clear nail directly between his eyes. She spoke, madness in her voice.

"There. Its there. The brain. Is that God? If I tear it out, will I find God? Who is God? Yes... They told me. The night Mother. God. Serve her. Kill. Offer blood to her. Is that God?"

Her eyes went to his own eyes now. Her emerald gaze transfixed on them. Her paw too, came to an eye, just above it. His brow. "Your eyes. The soul, eyes. Doorway to the soul. Is that god? Can I find God there? If I tear out your eyes, then I will I see God?"

She was obsessed now. He had claimed to be God. Had God's blood. What was God? She had to know. He would tell her, or she would tear apart his body and see God for herself. Her paw came to his muzzle, reaching into it and settling on his tongue. "Your speech. Voice. Will I find it there? God? If I tear out your tongue... Can I talk with God?"

She was not mocking him. No, she was interested. This wolf that claimed to be the son of God. The night mother, her "God." The one who abodoned "Him". Resulted in her creation. How could she find her? Kill her. Destroy god. Her paw travelled down to his chest, resting at where his heart was.

"Beating.. I heart it..Thump.. Thump.. The heart. Source of life. Life. Is that God? Yes... God creates life yes? Then surely.. This is it. The heart. Is god. If I tear it out and devour it, can I taste god?"

She lowered her head, moving beneath him now. He was taller. She crouched a bit, staring at him.. Staring between his legs. Male.. He was male. Male. Female... Procreation. Pups. Creation of life. Was that it?

"Life... If I submit to you. If you have your way with me.. I will birth pups. Life, new life.. God creates life... If you impregnate me, will I feel god? Do it. Take me. Show me. God."

SHe rose again. His blood... Yes, he said he had God's blood. If she took his blood, would she have God then? She rose out from beneath him, rising to his chest. In a swift motion, she stabbed two nails on her toes into a soft spot. It wouldn't bleed as much as she'd like, however.. She pulled the paw back, staring at it. God's blood?

"Blood. Warm.. Its always warm.. I'm cold. Always cold.. Is this it? Your blood... God's blood? Do I now have God here in my paw?"

She asked, staring, transfixed.

"Give it to me. Blood.. More."

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Obsessive, thats the word that clearly dignified Lust. She kept putting this expression on her face that confused Malice. Malice himself wasn't a wolf that understood the world well, hell he could hardly care about that understandings of such a complicated world. But with Lust lurking around him as such, it creeped into his mind. Wanting to suddenly dart off, find Zurian perhaps. To talk with her, as she listened to him, which appeared to be one of the only things he truly wanted.

"What is "God". They speak of it. Scream it as I tear then apart. Calling out to God for help. God, what is it? Where can I find it? This God?"

Bat like ears flicked, a squinted expression in his eyes. It was a really good question. What separated one from a God? Blood, power, their rank or level with the wisdom? Their was slight incest within the ancient lines of the Sethos maned wolves. They're was few neurological problems lingering in the blood stream, so perhaps some how it wasn't all of Malice's fault that he was such a creep. As the hunched shoulders and uneven pupils were apart of the Sethos line.

Beginning to open his maw to think of something to respond. Lust brought up her paw, for a second Malice was sure she was going to lash at him, cut his face. Yet as much as it suddenly startled him, he did offer his blood to her... Yet she just placed a wolfen toe between his eyes. He kept a steady eye on it. "There. Its there. The brain. Is that God? If I tear it out, will I find God? Who is God? Yes... They told me. The night Mother. God. Serve her. Kill. Offer blood to her. Is that God?"

Night Mother? He smirked, closing is eyes for a moment. Her obsession with the word God, trying to find such a thing was intriguing. Moving her gaze to meet his own, she questioned if the soul pathway of the eyes was God. Her paw moved toward his mouth, near touching the purple tainted insides of his mouth. He had a puzzled look as she questioned if his voice was of God. Malice kept his eyes on her with true interest and with a pleased and entertained look.

"Beating.. I heart it..Thump.. Thump.. The heart. Source of life. Life. Is that God? Yes... God creates life yes? Then surely.. This is it. The heart. Is god. If I tear it out and devour it, can I taste god? Life... If I submit to you. If you have your way with me.. I will birth pups. Life, new life.. God creates life... If you impregnate me, will I feel god? Do it. Take me. Show me. God."

The heart, perhaps it was God. Everything was God in Malice's eyes. No, even he wasn't sure what God looked like. An angelic being? A devilish demon? What had his godfather appeared as? A regular maned wolf, no taller than he nor his father. Same brittle orange fur, and the vixen tail and frame the maned wolves possessed. How disappointing, but Malice thought nothing more of it, that clear point didn't click with realization to him. He was a demi-god, half mortal, half God.

Lust glanced beneath his chest. Taking note, that he was a male? The same curiosity surged through Malice. Continuing to take deep breathes, only to become more frustrated as he kept his gaze on those feminine eyes. That strange, hooked feminine voice. "All these things are a part of God, but they will never be enough. They will never fulfill your journey to find this God. I have been looking for such a God my whole life."

"Blood. Warm.. Its always warm.. I'm cold. Always cold.. Is this it? Your blood... God's blood? Do I now have God here in my paw? Give it to me. Blood.. More."

She went around him, he kept a cool head keeping a watch on her. Lifting up underneath his chest. Feline like, their bodies moving against each other. Lowering his head near hers. She drew blood within her paw, asking if that was God. Crimson life, resting in her paw, he smiled, "Perhaps, just perhaps it really is?" He gave an intriguing look, leaning down to bite his own paw. Reaching toward Lust as the blood flowed nicely. His tongued danced inside his mouth as touched paws with Lusts'.

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[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

Lust, or rather Lilith as the female persona was called, felt she was no closer to obtaining the knowledge she sought. This... Thing. This Malice... Called himself a demi god? What was a demi god? What seperated that from God? It must be. He wasn't god at all. Perhaps he was simply a charlitan. Did he lie to her? She would kill him. Rip out the eyes. The heart. His internal organs. Or perhaps, she would simply make him a eunich and let him on his way... She stared now however, as he spoke to her. Trying to explain the nature of "God." She didn't understand a bit of it... However, he was saved. By his blood. They touched paws, a shiver ran down her spine. Male... Female... Pups. She wanted it. First, his blood.

"Mine... All mine. Your blood. Your "God".

She said softly, staring at his paw. She licked her lips and placed her paw down. Her maw coming to rest at his paw. Her nose touched it. His bleeding paw. The blood sated her thirst. It was warm. It always was. Her tongue now danced on his wound, tasting it, the blood. Soothing it, thirsting for it. His blood.. Was unique. She had never tasted maned wolf blood. It was new. Exciting.

"Thirst.... I thirst for it.. Blood. Warm... More... Sour.. Yet sweet. Strange.."

She was speaking in a slightly dazed manner. She was calm now. Blood always soothed her. She continued to lap at his wound. Drinking down every drop of his precious life fluid. Of course, she wouldn't let a drop hit the ground. No, the ground would not touch a drop. All of it, belonged to the avaracious vampire. At least, thats what most called her. Again, the blood spoke to her. This time however, she could barely tell what it was saying.

"Pride.. Pride... You have it. Strange... Eccentric. Simple..."

She had a hard time reading anything from his blood... This intrigued and confused her.

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She stared at him. Those deep eyes were deep within Malice's thoughts. As if they were hands, and they were able to touch his soul. But just out of reach. It was so tempting. So intriguing, so different and interesting. Shivers vibrated throughout his thin maned frame. Lengthy and practically defenseless if something were to attack from behind. You never knew, wolves only got more intelligent, more liberal these days.

"Mine... All mine. Your blood. Your "God".

Calling him God truly pleased him. But deep in the back of his mind he knew what they were saying made no sense? Did it? He questioned and faulted over any reasonable thing that was turn up in their short and simple conversation. Malice was a wolf of many words, while Lust seemed the opposite. Demanding blood, god it seemed to be the only thing forming from within her mouth.

As the two paws came closer, both bloods mixing. They appeared the same color, they appeared to be the same texture. The seemed to have the slightest same warmth to them, nothing particularly different. Which was possibly a sad thing too. Yet what seemed to shock Malice, kept happening. Dropping her paw, Lust kept full focus on the blood beginning to stream from the small wound on his paw.

The feeling of her tongue sent shivers down his spine. Resting her muzzle on his paw. Shifting slightly as he kept better balance. Feeling the slightest pinch of pain from the new wound as her tongue lapped it up all too well. Not wasting the smallest bit, as the small wound gave up its rounds in most of the blood. It felt cold, without Lust's tongue and without as much flow within the paw. He was in awe, keeping eyes on Lust the whole time.

"Thirst.... I thirst for it.. Blood. Warm... More... Sour.. Yet sweet. Strange.."

Seeming dazed and perhaps confused, Malice raised his head in a studying manner. Cocked to the side, throat dangerously exposed as he smirked tauntingly at Lust. Eyes just in view to reach dangerous glares. His heart was beating rather quickly as it seemed his main vein in his neck seemed to twinge loud and clear within the area.

"Pride.. Pride... You have it. Strange... Eccentric. Simple..."

That was all to true. Just as quickly, he snapped down his head. Eyes back in front of hers at the same level. If it was one thing, Malice was a wolf of his word. A simple wolf of actions, not so much in words. Yet he was loyal and full of pride due to his ability to such actions. In a world full of liars and traders, he'd take the compliment. That much he understood.

"My pride overflows within me. Never taking over, I have control of such things. As for impulse's... not so much." He spoke looking away. Yet the last three words he struck back to look at Lust. Their bodies were still very close. Body heat lingered around them, ignoring the cold winters bite. "Tell me, Lust. Just why are you playing at such trickery? Although I must say, your an expert at it." He dared to be more open, but knew his position.

ooc; lol im glad this thread doesn't have much moral or... common sense, but its still interesting and fun ;D

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Trickery? He had accused her of trickery. Of lies. Of Deception. What lies? What trickery? She was honest. This fea held no need for baseless illusions. Dreams. She felt enough lies in her dreams. All lies. She held back her growing rage. It had been awhile since she had company, and it would be a shame to kill him right off the bat. Slowly, she breathed in deep, licking her chops. His blood covering her tongue and fangs. He spoke of Pride. Pride. Seven deadly sins...

"Pride, gluttony, greed, envy, sloth, wrath, Lust..."

She named them all off. Her Family, the ones that abondoned her. They all held the name of one of those sins. Assassin's. Born to kill without mercy and without error. Surgical strikers. Those who killed with percision.... Wait. What did he say? Trickery.Yes, Trickery. She spoke, eyes half lidded as she stared into his.

"Do not fear trickery and lies, for the world already lies atop them."

It seemed her words held a certin amount of truth. She would have said more, but her intoxication from blood was throwing her thoughts off. She wanted more, but it seemed Malice wasn't going to continue to offer it... She could kill him perhaps. Just take what she wanted... No, then shed be alone. With only "Him" to keep her company... She sighed softly, growling, gazing back at Malice.

"What trickery do you accuse me off? You, you whos blood holds conflicting meanings. I have told no lies. I have done no trickery. You see me for what I am now."

She spat. She didn't know what trickery she was playing at in his mind. Perhaps he was just crazy. That would be calling the kettle black of course. Her eyes were now transfixed on his bleeding paw. Blood.. She wanted more. It kept her tame, as the rhyme she had stated earlier told. She lifted her own paw, gazing at the dried blood that rested on it.

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Clearly his question of trickery was off the radar for Lilith. She seemed spaced out for a moment. Like something went horribly wrong. He glanced at his paw, which felt numb from the slowness of blood flow. The cold did not help the numbing feeling either. Retracting his leg from Lilith's maw.

"Pride, gluttony, greed, envy, sloth, wrath, Lust..."

Raising a eyebrow toward her, Malice was slightly confused. Trying to wrapped his mind to what she meant. Did she display these things? These low minded words, words that could destroy anyone. Pride was one of Malice's destroying factors, letting it take over common sense. While who didn't want all the others, just like revenge.

"Do not fear trickery and lies, for the world already lies atop them."

"Wise thoughts." He was quick to respond to that. His words like a whisper in her direction. He knew very well that the world was just full of lies and trickery. It was all one big magic trick, to him. Smoking mirrors that needed to be found out. While he was a magician of the mind also. Clearly, Lilith was too, more advanced than he.

"What trickery do you accuse me off? You, you whos blood holds conflicting meanings. I have told no lies. I have done no trickery. You see me for what I am now."

She got close. Malice held his ground, eyes squinted and focused on her dazed look in her eyes. The lingering scent of blood gave him the idea thats what it must be. Yet it still seemed to be the wrong subject to stumble upon. Or perhaps there was no satisfying this wolf. "Hmm, for one you put on as a fae..." He quickly looked away, his words were faded.

It was an honest thought. Malice was very honest and forward wolf. Never knows when to just his maw most of the time. Yet deep in his mind, something told him not to mess with this wolf. Like a island of lava, it could disappear with the flick of Lilith's tail. Malice really wasn't a defensive type of wolf. Yet the way this wolf appeared female, but smelt of male was beginning to tug at the back of his mind again.

"Forget I asked, Lilith." He glanced back, looking down toward her again. He tried to come on as charming just then. Hoping to end the confusion and improper atmosphere that was around them. "Surly, someone such as you would have a interesting past?" He changed subjects, but he was honest. Was it all neurological or trauma that led to such a character?

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