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It was a quiet evening at the West household. Hunter had just gotten home from another grueling day of practice with Ophelia. As he trudged into the living room, still catching his breath, his parents looked up from their respective books. "Hey champ, how'd it go today?" his dad Michael asked, offering a warm smile. Hunter opened his mouth to respond, but then paused, a new realization seeming to dawn across his features. He furrowed his brow pensively as he replayed a particular interaction between him and Ophelia from earlier. The way her hair fell across her face as they nailed that final spin...how her laugh made his heart flutter...the reassuring squeeze of her hand in his as they took their bows. "You know..." Hunter began slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Ophelia and I have been partners for what, over a decade now? Since we were just kids messing around at the local rink." His mom Evelyn nodded, sharing a knowing glance with Michael. "That's right, dear. You two have grown up together on that ice, chasing your dreams side-by-side." "Right. And obviously our connection and chemistry has always been...special, you know?" Hunter continued, pointedly avoiding his parents' amused expressions. "She's my best friend. The person who knows me better than anyone in this world." He exhaled heavily, mentally working up the nerve to finally voice the thought that had been swirling more and more frequently. "What I'm trying to say is...I think..." Hunter faltered momentarily before barreling forward with the confession. "I think I might be in love with Ophelia." The words hung in the air for a beat before his parents began chuckling in unison. Hunter's brow furrowed in confusion and slight indignation at their reaction. "What? What's so funny?" he asked defensively. Evelyn shook her head with a warm smile. "Oh honey, we're not laughing at you. It's just..." She glanced at Michael, who was still wheezing with laughter, before finishing her thought. "Congratulations on being the last one to finally realize what everyone else has seen for years, sweetie."

The amber liquid burned Hunter's throat as he drained another glass, seeking that familiar solace at the bottom of every bottle. The dingy bar blurred around him, a safe haven to escape the endless cycle spinning through his mind - memories of that fateful day constantly on rewind, replaying each agonizing second when a flawless routine shattered into shards of regret. Stumbling out into the harsh chill of the night air, reality slapped him once again - he'd done it again, let the guilt and shame fester until the only relief was surrendering to the oblivion of drunken numbness. Each bender chipped away another piece of the man he used to be, the fearless artist who danced across the ice with effortless passion and joy. But tonight was different. Ophelia's tear-stained face flooded his memory, her trembling voice crackling like the dying embers he felt mirrored in his soul, "I can't keep watching you self-destruct like this, Hunter. You're killing yourself...and us in the process. Please, you have to get help...for both of us." Her raw, achingly vulnerable pleas lodged in his chest like shrapnel tearing through skin. For years, he'd desperately clung to the idea that she could never see the true depths he'd plunged - that by some miracle her love would remain untainted by his spiral. But now, staring at the shattered reflection in a puddle, Hunter understood with searing clarity that his reckless alcoholism wasn't just poisoning his own life - it was slowly strangling the last precious threads keeping their bond alive after so many years of harbored trauma, regret, and unspoken feelings frozen in time. He crumpled to his knees on the unforgiving pavement, gasping for air as if the weight of a thousand lives lost pressed down on his fragile frame. Ophelia's love, her gentleness, her spirit - it had been his sole constant liferaft in the turbulent sea of self-loathing and doubt constantly battering his psyche. And now, the gutting truth revealed itself - he was staring into the deep abyss of losing her forever to the all-consuming darkness rapidly unraveling the semblance of life he still clung to. This was his reckoning, his cosmic wake-up call forcing him to confront the demons that had mercilessly tormented him for far too long. Tonight, as the frigid air burned his lungs, a sobering flicker of hope revealed itself - a chance to claw his way back from this brink, to rediscover the unbreakable strength and perseverance that had once bonded their souls so seamlessly for a decade across the ice. He would honor their journey, their dreams, their connection by beating this demon gnawing at his existence...or be utterly consumed by it. There would be no more running, no more numbing the pain with a temporary antidote that only poisoned him further. It was time to fight, to reclaim the fearless fire that had been his lifeblood, the spark that had set their passionate routines ablaze in front of arenas full of awestruck fans. Summoning every ounce of fortitude still lingering in his shattered spirit, Hunter vowed to purge the inner self-loathing toxin before it bled him dry for good. He would face down each waking nightmare, endure every anguished memory, embrace the overwhelming tides of guilt - and emerge from the tempest reborn and whole once more. If not for himself, he would do it for her: the other half of his soul, now standing on the other side of the yawning chasm, hand outstretched with love and belief in the man he could still be.

Here are five times Hunter almost texted Ophelia: It was late one night as Hunter nursed a glass of whiskey, memories of Ophelia's smile and infectious laugh replaying in his mind. His thumb hovered over her contact, ready to confess how much he missed her. But he stopped himself, convincing his heart it was for the best to let her go. After an intense sparring session at the gym, Hunter caught his reflection in the mirror - sweaty, muscles rippling. He smirked, picturing Ophelia's reaction if he sent her a flirty selfie with "Missing this?" as the caption. His fingers twitched towards his phone before hesitation kicked in. Ophelia's favorite band was playing in town, and for a split second, Hunter's fingers began typing out "Two tickets for old time's sake?" He could already envision her delighted smile. But then reality hit - they were over, and opening that door again risked further heartbreak. It was a crisp autumn evening when Hunter walked past the ice cream shop where he'd taken Ophelia on some of their first dates. Unbidden, his phone appeared in his palm as he started to joke "Feeling nostalgic for those double-scoop sugar highs..." He stopped, throat tightening. Hunter's finger lingered over Ophelia's contact info as he composed a message for the hundredth time: "I'm sorry. For everything." Regrets swirled in his mind, but he couldn't bring himself to hit send and risk reopening old wounds. The One Time: It was a quiet Tuesday evening when Hunter's phone lit up with Ophelia's name and picture. His breath caught in his throat as he fumbled to answer the FaceTime call with shaking hands. When her soft smile filled the screen, all his practiced speeches escaped him. "H...hey," was all he could manage as his heart thundered in his chest. Ophelia simply gazed at him for a loaded moment. "I miss you, Hunter," she finally murmured, voicing the words he could never quite say himself. And just like that, the door was open once more.

Another night, another bottle rapidly drained in a futile attempt to extinguish the eternal bonfire of shame and regret searing through Hunter’s soul. If he squeezed his eyes shut tightly enough, the room would spin and blur around him, transporting him back to happier times. He could practically hear the phantom roars of adoring crowds cheering their names, feel the electrifying rush of nailing their signature throw triple axel on hallowed ice. The high of pushing their bodies to the extremes and being universally revered as one of the greatest pairs teams of all time used to be Hunter’s unquenchable drug. Until that fateful night when Ophelia’s entire world shattered like the fragile ice beneath her blades. The sickening snap of her leg fracturing replayed on a searing loop in Hunter’s memory, no amount of whiskey potent enough to blot it out completely. All those years of tireless training and sacrifice, building an unbreakable bond and transcendent partnership - crushed in a single obliterating moment. The unrelenting guilt of being physically unscathed while his other half’s dreams imploded around them consumed Hunter. A mirthless, guttural chuckle emerged from the deepest recesses of his whiskey-ravaged throat as Hunter’s bloodshot eyes bored into his own disheveled, haunted reflection. Who was this pathetic, self-destructive shell of a man mocking him from the cracked mirror? Definitely not the fearless, unstoppable athlete who once owned the world alongside his vital other half. Down another burning gulp to blot out the memory…only for it to be immediately replaced by the cataclysmic sense of abject failure encircling him like a viscous, inescapable tar pit. All those years of sacrifice, of forsaking a normal childhood and teenage experiences, of pouring his entire existence into a craft - all obliterated in a single catastrophic moment. Staring down at the almost-empty bottle cradled in his trembling hands, Hunter felt a wave of revulsion roil through him. The proud, confident young dynamo who used to own the world from center ice was now just a hollow shadow mainlining misery and self-pity through the bottom of a glass. How had he plunged from the dizzying heights of being the best in the world at his art to this pathetic, unrecognizable nadir? The self-loathing chewed away at Hunter’s insides with increasing fervor until it felt like he might actually crack apart at the seams. The thought of his former skating partner’s name twisted the serrated dagger of shame and regret deeper into Hunter’s guts. Sweet, nurturing Ophelia had been the driving force keeping him upright after her career-ending accident. Her resilience and refusal to let the tragedy utterly derail them both was breathtaking. Hunter had been in hopeless awe of her strength even as he crumbled under the weight of crippling survivors’ guilt. But he’d predictably driven Ophelia away with his perpetual spiral of self-destruction and weakness, letting her down like he disappointed everyone who ever believed in their meteoric talents. Hunter could still see the crushed look in her warm, caring eyes the night she finally realized he couldn’t be the supportive partner she needed in return. She deserved so much better than his pitiful shell. The waves of self-loathing left Hunter desperately gasping for air, as if the weight of his cowardice and failures were physically suffocating him. So he raised the bottle to his lips and kept drinking - the bitter balm his only fleeting refuge from the oppressive crush of having to face the consequences of abandoning the light of his life in her darkest hours. If only he could go numb enough to block out the crushing magnification of how far he’d plummeted from the exalted throne of his former greatness. Then maybe Hunter could simply cease to exist altogether - the fate he’d convinced himself he deserved after disgracing his sport and surrendering to the demons slowly devouring him from the inside out.

La Dulzura del Hogar The Sweetness of Home www.roleplayer.me/1959615 The scents of sizzling chiles, warm tortillas, and freshly brewed cafécito greeted Benji like an embrace the second he stepped through the faded red door. This cozy little casa on Pepper Drive had been the unshakable centro of his childhood - the place where he was truly, unconditionally at home in a way nowhere else could replicate. "¡Ahí está mi chamaquito!" his Abuelita Rosario's melodious voice rang out from the tiny galley kitchen. Benji grinned, warmth suffusing his soul at the beloved childhood nickname only she called him. Crossing the living room in three long strides, he found his diminutive abuelita presiding over the battered old stove, her cloudlike mane of silver hair pulled into a low bun. "¡Abuelita!" Bending low, he scooped the delicate little woman into his arms for a fierce bearhug, breathing in her comforting fragrance of gardenias and freshly baked conchas. "Ay, mi vida," Rosario gasped out a wheezy laugh, returning his embrace just as fervently despite her small stature. She pulled back to cup his stubbly cheek in a weathered palm, warm brown eyes sparkling with boundless love. "You get more hugable each time I see you, mijo." Just then, a gruff harrumph sounded from the doorway. "If you're quite finished mauling my esposa, Benjamín?" Chuckling, Benji turned to face his Abuelito Tomás - still as ram-rod straight and tauter than a bowstring at eighty-five. His grandfather's ruggedly chiseled features and steely grey eyes were instantly recognizable as the genetic sculpting blocks passed to Benji and generations before them. Tomás's mouth twitched in that subtle smirk Benji had inherited as he enveloped his grandson in a bone-crushing abrazo. "It's good to see you, muchacho. Though maybe next time, just a visit instead of neglecting your poor abuelos for two months!" Benji accepted the teasing rebuke with a laugh, clapping his grandfather firmly on his wiry back. "Hey, you know the drill - I go wherever the waves call me next. This time it was Oaxaca." "Speaking of..." Rosario tsked, brandishing a well-worn spatula at him. "I have photos to add to la caja!" Warmth bloomed in Benji's chest at the mention of la caja - the beaten old cigar box Abuelita had been carefully filling with mementos, sketches, and candid snapshots of her only grandson's life of adventure since he was a boy. It was her pride and joy, always displayed prominently on the living room's scarred coffee table amongst the woven serapes and potted flora. Rosario's beatific gaze shone with a mother's radiant delight as Benji slid onto a cracked vinyl stool at the counter, shooting his grandfather an amused look and relishing a whiff of the cinnamon-laced hot chocolate brewing. This tiny, homey cocina was the sacred gathering place where Benji experienced love, community, and the warmest sense of belonging - all epitomized by the two indomitable pillars of their family presiding over simple rituals like nightly dinners and stories swapped over sobremesa. He may have inherited an adventurer's soul driving him to relentlessly seek new vistas. But engulfed in the timeless rhythms and devotion of this humble casa, Benji also recognized the priceless gifts from his abuelos' generation - the unshakable love of familia and the quiet dignity of honoring one's roots, no matter how far passion scattered those seeds into the winds of the world. This place was his verdadero hogar, the soul's harbor that would forever shelter and ground him between each new journey out amongst the tides of destiny. Short quote here.   template credit.

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Just a quick PSA: We already threw this in the rules, but we want to reiterate that prospective members don't have to have played the Cyberpunk 2077 game! If you think a futuristic urban setting sounds fun, then hop on into our RPG! The admin are more than excited to work with you if you need help with character creation / world building. :) That being said, here's the audition form - good luck! x ═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙OOC:1. What brings you to City of Dreams?2. Has anyone from the group referred you? If so, who?3. What is your discord handle?4. Are you able to remain active within the group? (Two monthly activity checks):5. What is Ky's favorite color?═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════BASIC INFORMATION:Full name:Alias(es):Age:DOB:Ethnicity:Hometown:Occupation:[Optional] LI/ relationship status:Desired playby:Backup playby:Desired neighborhood:Backup neighborhood:[Optional] (If you'd like a specific occupation, or if you'd like your character to run a business in/ around Night City, let us know here! You can discuss with a mod once you're in):═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════DEEP DIVE:Quote that represents your character:Three positive traits:Three negative traits:[Optional deeper questions, just for fun!]Background (culture, values, religion, etc.):Your character's hobbies/ interests; How do they spend their free time?:One thing your character has done that they deeply regret:A dark secret your character keeps about themselves:═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════WRITING SAMPLE:We'd love to see a snippet of your character that you'll be using for the CoD RPG! Please provide us with at least 2 paragraphs, written as your character. If you're not familiar with Night City, that's totally okay! It can be a snippet of them in conversation, or something from their past, or anything that gives us a little glimpse at your character.[2+ paragraphs here, please!]═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════If you have any questions at all, or if you'd like to include a little bio of your character, here's your spot to put it!An admin will get back to questions ASAP, and if you get into the group, we can toss your bio onto the Tumblr page. :)Thank you for filling out our audition form - we can't wait to read through it. Good luck!

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͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘General Information 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙Name: Saengdao "Maé" KanjanapasNickname: Maé (May)Age: 21 years oldBirthdate: June 21, 2002Birthplace:Chiang Mai, ThailandCurrent Living: Seoul, South KoreaOccupation: Barista at a cafe / Newbie modelNationality: Thai/ FrenchSexuality: GayLanguages: Thai, French, English, and Korean͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 Family and Friends𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙Mother: Emmeline D'AbovilleRelationship: Decent, she will take care of Mae out of the watch of his father but when his father says or does something she stands by and watches. Father: Mongkut KanjanapasRelationship: Terrible, Controlling type and a bit abusive, doesn't like how Mae is so constantly tries  to toughen him up and make him like a real man.Older Brother: Thaksin "Hero" KanjanapasRelationship: Terrible, He constantly picks on Mae, hates who Mae is, and will do anything to make sure he feels small and unwanted. Friend(s): TBA͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 Outlook𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙Hair Style: Usually cut short, sometimes will be pushed backHair Color: Dyed various colors but Orange seems to be the main color he hasEye Color: BrownSkin type: Pale/slightly tannedBody Type: Slender and smallHeight: 5'5"Weight: 130 lbs͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 Personality/Favorites𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙Personality: Mae's personality ranges between being really bubbly and cute to being shy and quiet, just depends on who he is around. If around people who are overly angry or he feels like they are annoyed with him, his walls will come straight up and his personality will hide. Favorite Color(s): Mostly pink but anything pastelFavorite Food(s): Sushi, Anything Sweet or meat or SpicyFavorite Drink(s): Boba Tea, Strawberry/Watermelon Flavored drinksFavorite Movie(s): Encanto (Top Favorite), Disney, Horror, or Marvel moviesFavorite Music: Anything but country music, HyperpopHobbies: Drawing, Painting, Crocheting, Plush collectingLikes: Strawberries, Cuddling, Flowers/Nature, Eating, and Rainy DaysDislikes: Stress, Drama, Spiders/Bugs other than butterflies, The darkHabits: Munching on Food, Playing with his hair, biting his lip, and purring͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 Background𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙Birth/Childhood: Mae was born in Chiang Mai, Thailand to a Thai father and a french mother, the second child in the family, the moment he was brought home from the hospital he was already hated by his older brother. He was raised pretty spoiled by his mother but his father barely had much to do with him. By the time he was 4 years old his family moved to France to live in Paris as his father owned a company and he began to go to school becoming fluent in French along with his Thai. As he grew he found his love for art and many other different hobbies, though when he was 10 years old that was when the abuse began with his older brother and his father since his looks were becoming more feminine than masculine. Teenager/20 years old: About the time Mae was 15 years old he began to show up to school with many bruises on his body and face which alerted the French police. After about the third time they came to the house his father moved the entire family to another country, South Korea figuring if they hid somewhere new they could start all over again. Once settling in Mae was sent to classes with his brother to learn Korean as Mae was able to do it quickly. He sat watching his father getting a new company, his brother slowly getting worse, and his mother getting more and more quiet about the abuse Mae was getting around the house. At the age of 19 he found himself his first boyfriend, someone he thought he would always be happy with. But after the first few months the boyfriend suddenly got possessive and very weird. Kept commenting on how much like a girl he looked, anything to make Mae feel like he was crawling in his skin. Eventually it got to the point that he was being forced to only stay at home, he wasn't allowed to leave or do anything as his ex believed he would run off with other men. Soon the actions turned to the man he thought he was going to be with being another person that would put bruises on his body. He felt trapped and unable to control what he was doing. It took until he was 20 to be able to run away and find his own place away from the ex-boyfriend and his family. Current: At the age of 21 he now works as a barista in a cafe and is a model in training this would get him enough money for rent, food, and to splurge on his love for drawing and painting. He spends a lot of his free time going out to try new food and create art of nature, constantly hiding from the possibility of running into his family again, though he secretly meets up with his mother so she doesn't worry. Now he's just looking for a life full of friends and happiness

Chicago Museum: 8:00The entire city was to attend this Gala, as there was to be a grand opening of a new exhibit. The dive into the spirits of the Amazon, and that had intrigued Lara enough to where she would be in attendance as well. Her limousine had taken the shortest path through the city, and just as Lara had finished applying her ruby lipstick the vehicle had come to a stop in front of the broad building. The Countess of Abingdon was attired in a sparkling black gown with the bottom half cut to give the woman plenty of movement while wearing it, her hair had been tied in a long rope-like braid that coiled into the seat beside her. Slowly the door opened to ventilate the evening air through the car, and she stepped out onto the red carpet. The heels of her formal string shoes thumped upon the carpet, and giving her that extra three inches which made her 5'11 once she stood still long enough to be flashed by the cameras, recognizing Lara Croft as one of the wealthy doners of this museum. Many of the African relics in the East wing had been donated by her upon her many digs, but tonight was more about winding down, and getting to know some of the more powerful figures in the city.Her swiveling hips carried her to the front of the slanted stairs, as her long athletic legs mounted each step, one after the other, and then she was close enough to where banners as long as fifty feet ebony drapes that displayed "Mysteries of the amazon." Lara did fancy herself a good story, so this would be an adventure of itself. Lara was allowed to step in due to the curtesy of one of the guests that walked before her, and she stepped in through the circular door. The cool evening air soon replaced with the central heating of the building, and Lara's foot placements had seemed to echo despite it being so loud with all of the mingling, and cross talk. "Miss Croft..I am so glad that you could make it." The museum curator was a short older woman who Lara had befriended on their first meeting, her fingers slowly fit inside of her own, and she kissed the woman's cheeks softly. "Of course, Miss Green. I wouldn't miss this Gala for the world.." Lara said, as she smiled down at her, and walked with her a moment. "Now your recent addition was one that drew great importance for tonight's tour, and within the hour. We will be cutting the red tape, or rather the Mayor will. I would be honored if you would be one of the first to take part in tonights exhibit." What a request, one that had caught Lara off-guard a bit. "Well, well..that is quite an honor. I..of course, I will." The kind curator kissed Lara's knuckle and then patted her weathered hands on top of her appendage. "Thank you, my dear. Thank you.. please, enjoy yourself until then."Lara smiled warmly, as her heart filled with immense joy at being reunited with her friend again. It had been too long since she had been to this part of the world, and she was taking some time off from her world-traveling to help fund and promote some of the local attractions; Lara approached the refreshment table to scoop up one of the smoked salmon crackers and lifted it to her lips for a large bite. Croft chewed happily and then turned her focus on some of the other guests in attendance. Right away she noticed that quite a few wealthy families had also joined the Gala, knowing that they were all here to promote the museum in some way. The history of the world was just as important as the present times, and Lara wanted to make sure that this museum had gotten the exposure that it rightfully deserved. Lara was approached by a waiter holding a large tray filled with glasses of champagne, and she reached out to collect one of the glasses. "Enjoy your evening miss.." He said in passing, and Lara tilted the glass back a bit to taste of the bubbly liquid. Mm.. The tingling bringing out excitement within the woman, and the heels of her shoes clacked across the floor. She wasn't just here for the showing, however, as she did hear that there had been a series of murders that took place in Lake Michigan not too long ago, each of the sailors killed in a ritualistic fashion. She hadn't expected the Aztecs to be known for ripping the heads off of people, and what's worse was that she also found out that there was no such weapon nor man of such power to do the kind of damage seen upon the bodies that were found in the morgue.Part 2 in the works..

This is a highly triggering page Preston is a dark character and he's someone who is closeted with his sexuality. Please don't force a ship for him . This is a multi verse and multi ship page. I will add more rules as needed .

Originally, I had planned to write this rules either on the same day or the next day when I created this profile. But life had kept me busy. Anyway, I would probably come back on this rules blog to add more rules when they will come up and edit this part out. Without further ado, here are my rules.1) Normally, I would not mind people send me friend requests. However, I do not want anyone to send me suggestive themed messages or pics on the first message or comment. It is more of a "first impression" type of thing and I don't want to think that anyone who send me that in the first message/comment to be all about sm*t. I appreciate those who do that to be at least civil. Just because I have mature story bit on my profile, it doesn't mean I want to jump right into it. I want build up and connections first.2) Regarding rping length, like para, multiple para, etc, I have no problem with. As long as I need time to come up with the replies. However, Novella are something I can't do, because of real life. My apologies to those who do Novella rps. Also, one liners are a bit tricky. I will get bored easily because of the lack of details. While it is okay for some one-off rp, in the long term, I want more then one liners. I know that I said that I am busy in rl, but one line rps are not something I want to invest in a long term.3) Romance, something I felt I need to talk about. My Spidey, at the time I am writing this rule, is single. I don't know how to feel about multi love interest. I did see a few rpers who do that. But I don't know if I want that or not. But I do want to settle down with one love interest. Till that happens, I will play it by ear. Oh, I am not limited to MJ. No offense, but finding a MJ is not what I am looking for. I am not a PeterxMJ fan. Not a hater of MJ, just not a fan of those two together. 4) This rules will establish that I don't mind waiting for people who have reasons for being gone, and I do understand rl. But I also do routine friends list clean up. Meaning that I will check on my friends list every month or two months clean out my list. I will keep in mind of those who have reasons who are gone for a bit, like medical or emergency family emergency, as I am not unreasonable. But those who straight up left their profile with not warning or anything, I will remove them.

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NAME: JasperMIDDLE: ChrimsonLAST: RosewoodAGE: 19 yrDOB: July 7thSIGN: CancerBIRTHSTONE: RubyBREED: Fox ShifterSEXUALITY: GayPROFESSION: Model/SocialiteEYE COLOR: BrownHAIR COLOR: RedHEIGHT: 5'9"BODY SHAPE:  Slender, Slight masculinity, TonedSKIN TONE: Lite SkinSHOE SIZE: 10.5 HOBBY(S): Exploring, Rock climbing, Reading, Drawing, Collecting Moonstones. 

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