џџ CBlueVodaDoc !BlueVoda!М Untitled PageџџџџZArialџџ CWebImageџџџџџџџџсџџџUc:\documents and settings\michael taynor\my documents\bluevoda\images\euejdjh576y.gifџџ CWebMarqueeџџџџџџџџu]џџџџ6Niveran Kryit.. Oddity and quite a noticible fellow.. џџ @BatangChe џџCWebTextџџџџџџџџћЮ:љџџџџеHe was a fox of course, by his obvious marking of orange and white. Tufts of soft fur perked from tops of oversized foxen ears. Shining emerald orbs gazed from beneath long black locks, with pink streaks going through. The rest that wasn't in his eyes was tied back into a single braid which went down his back. Six large wings, each six feet long respectively, were covered in black feathers, which gave him a good reason to go shirtless and show off his muscular form. Shadowy black pants were made of some lightweight material, silvery spidery lines crossing over them. The pants had many pockets adorning them, as well as small silver bells which grew more numerous towards the bottoms of the pant legs. The bells would make quite a jingle and jangle as he walked along, some might say a ruckus, but it was music to his ears. Hands were covered by black gloves, one on his right hand said 'Fuck off', the other said, 'Best wishes'. Though they and himself shouldn't be taken too seriously.
Age: 19
Martial Status: Single and not caring
Occupation: Whatever he feels like doing at the moment, usually odd-jobs keep his interest the longest.
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џџ CBlueVodaDoc !BlueVoda!М Untitled PageџџџџZArialџџ CWebImageџџџџџџџџсџџџUc:\documents and settings\michael taynor\my documents\bluevoda\images\euejdjh576y.gifџџ CWebMarqueeџџџџџџџџu]џџџџ6Niveran Kryit.. Oddity and quite a noticible fellow.. џџ @BatangChe џџCWebTextџџџџџџџџћЮ:љџџџџеHe was a fox of course, by his obvious marking of orange and white. Tufts of soft fur perked from tops of oversized foxen ears. Shining emerald orbs gazed from beneath long black locks, with pink streaks going through. The rest that wasn't in his eyes was tied back into a single braid which went down his back. Six large wings, each six feet long respectively, were covered in black feathers, which gave him a good reason to go shirtless and show off his muscular form. Shadowy black pants were made of some lightweight material, silvery spidery lines crossing over them. The pants had many pockets adorning them, as well as small silver bells which grew more numerous towards the bottoms of the pant legs. The bells would make quite a jingle and jangle as he walked along, some might say a ruckus, but it was music to his ears. Hands were covered by black gloves, one on his right hand said 'Fuck off', the other said, 'Best wishes'. Though they and himself shouldn't be taken too seriously.
Age: 19
Martial Status: Single and not caring
Occupation: Whatever he feels like doing at the moment, usually odd-jobs keep his interest the longest.
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