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[First Name] Colton[Middle Name] Warren
[Last Name] Manning
[Nickname] Colt
[Age] 20
[Caste] 2, previously a 2.
[Appearance]
Has a tattoo: (view spoiler)
[Personality]
Colton was the very definition of happy. At any point in his life you could have looked up the meaning for 'exuberant' and found his picture there as the definition. Even for a two, he was extremely lucky. No hardships, no rules, no sadness behind that smile. Of course, he felt entitled to the title of a 2, even if he never did anything to earn it. He looked down at the lower castes, slightly repulsed by their lifestyle, evident in the way he sometimes looked at the sixes doing housework in his mansion of a home. Despite his sometimes terrible attitude, he was a perfect older brother to his little sister. He'd drive her around to her practices, cheer her on, and do the type of things their parents should have done. Once he was drafted, however, his cheerful attitude nearly vanished overnight to be replaced with a short-tempered and terrible attitude. He didn't have much of a problem with being that knight-and-shining armor who saved the princess but working alongside fours and below was an abhorrent thought to him. So he pushed himself, shoved down his strong distaste for working for someone else, and made him the perfect pick for royal guard, showing everyone his natural 2 status.
[History]
His life was typical of a 2. He got what he wanted and wanted all that he could have. Throughout school, he was a great student and star-athlete, a fact that was helped since he practiced on the beach nearly all day when he could. He wasn't the richest among the twos, he was more on the lower side, but he lived luxuriously, even for a two. He was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy when he got what he wanted, and he always did, and was the perfect, protective, and supportive brother to his little sister. Which, of course, was beneficial to his sister as their parents were never around. The "dynamic duo" was always off on business trips, spoiling their kids as a way to make up for lost time. As lifestyle's go, Colton was perfectly happy with his. No parents that held him back and an awesome little sister he was proud to show off. He had already received a football scholarship and was ready to go pro until the draft selected him. From there, he was plucked out of his self-entitled living and into the harsh world of working... for someone else.
[Family Members]
Sister: Natalia Ana Manning- 8 years old
Mother: Heather Riley Manning
Father: Gerard Manning
[Likes]
-Sports
-Money
-Living luxuriously
[Dislikes]
-The lower castes
-Working
-Being told what to do
-Not getting what he wants
[Strengths]
-Loyal (specifically to his family and close friends)
-Ability to push himself above and beyond
-Is actually a good guard
[Weaknesses]
-Rude
-Short-tempered
-Doesn't get along with most people
-Doesn't do beyond what he's told
[Other] N/A
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[First Name] Leo
[Middle Name] Alexander
[Last Name] Gray
[Nickname] Leo
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[Age] 19
[Birth] August 6th
[Zodiac] Leo
[Caste] Two, originally Four
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[Appearance]
❛This guy makes you think of a joyous songbird. His eyes are the color of coffee with cream. His luxurious, straight, short hair is the color of smoke, and is worn in a simple style. He is 5'11" tall and has an elegant build. His skin is light-colored.❜
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[Personality]
Apathetic. He doesn't really care about much of anything. Social status doesn’t matter to him. He cares about mostly things involving himself and his own--and his family's- happiness -. While he may be apathetic and not care about almost anything, he might be passionate about causes that are near to him.
Independent. Because he doesn't really care, he doesn't feel the need to depend on anyone. He likes doing his own thing and following his own set of rules. However, he doesn’t always necessarily contradict those of his elders. He could be self-sufficient, but often finds himself needing help, but is too stubborn to admit that he needs assistance and suffers alone because he refused to ask for help.
Clever. He also tends to pretty clever when it comes to real life. It’s rare for him to get in trouble because he cleans up his tracks so well, and when he does, he can usually find a pretty easy way to get out of punishment.
If anything he loves or believes in is threatened, he will go to any measure to protect it. If something is missing, he will find it, if something is broken, he will fix it. Perhaps the most important trait is that he is willing to give his life for what he believes in. He can't be swayed by anyone, and is not afraid to make enemies in the process of fighting for what he believes in, by whatever means he sees appropriate. He can go from being very heavy on curses and sarcasm, to just speaking up and using elaborate vocabulary to stump his opponents.
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[History]
Leo and his family lived normally, or at least that what the society thought. What he thought his family was. His family owns a big farm, and they are quite wealthy as Fours. But for the first half of Leo’s life, he never knew that his family is actually a troop of rebels, the Northern rebels. He is technically a rebel too, since it is more like a family bussiness if we look at the family tree. Born as the middle of three, the son of Andrew Gray and Aria Warner, with one older brother and one younger sister. His parents met when his father Andrew joined the Northern rebel, under the temporary leadership of Aria Warner. Leo and his siblings were raised low-key, with a full attention from their parents. His mother intended not to drag the kids into this thing, but Andrew and Aria’s sister, Veronica thought the opposite; at least, first thing first, they need to be trained. That, Aria can agree with. With an agreement that they won’t tell the kids about the truth until the training is over.
While his mother trained his sister with different, less physical approach, his father and his uncle, Nathaniel, trained him and his brother very physically. The training was tough for him and his brother with them, but with his aunt, Veronica, it was remorseless.
Leo grew his skills faster than his brother, and he always has been stronger, while his brother shows more strategical traits than to actually stand in front row of a battlefield. Veronica grows an interest on him, seeing Leo as a valuable asset, or as his father said, ‘She is just seeing a younger, weaker, bad-tempered, guy version of herself, that’s why she likes you’.
After the revealation of his family secret, he didn’t take that too hard, suprisingly. For some reason, he knew that they’re rebels; for a farmer guy and mother of three children, his parents are so physically trained. In fact, it didn’t take too much time to think before he said yes to his aunt’s request, to be her ears and eyes inside the palace.
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[Family Members]
From his mother side, the only alive relative he has is his aunt, Veronica Warner. His grandparents and uncles were murdered years ago when some of the Southern rebels confronted the family. From his father side, it was a mystery wether if there’s still any relative lives, and he only knows his uncle, Nathaniel.
Andrew Gray => (47//Alive//Four) => His father => A Northern rebel. At his young age, he used to be on the front line of every attack, but now he rarely goes to field and acting as tactical expert instead.
Aria Gray (nee Warner) => (45//Alive//Eight-born|Four) => His mother => A Northern rebel. She decided not to take a full contribution as one of their strategic expert as she used to be because she wanted to dedicated her life for taking care of her family, especially the children.
Nicholas Gray => (23//Alive//Four) => His older brother => The multitalented guy of the family. A skilled charm-speaker, and possibly one of very few people in the world that Leo actually trusts.
Etoile Gray => (16//Alive//Four) => His younger sister => She is permanently paralyzed from hips to bottom due to an accident when she was 4 years old. She has a rare medical condition called hyperthymesia,which makes her impossible to forget once something gets into her head. Leo also has this condition, only a little less stronger than his sister.
Nathaniel Gray => (43//Alive//Four) => His uncle => Andrew’s younger brother. A skilled snipper, also Nicholas and Leo’s trainer for years, teaching them how to use weapons and when it is necessary to do it. His main job is to secure their base camp, and not to attack.
Veronica Warner [x] => (40//Alive//Eight-born|Six) => His aunt => Aria’s younger sister. She was a mole at the palace, and her disappearence from palace was due to her sister’s resignation, placing her as the new strategic expert and one of the highest in-charge people for Northern rebel.
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[Likes]
- Cat
- Roast
- Blunt weapons
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[Dislikes]
- Coffee
- Snob
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[Traits]
- Courageous
- Faith in oneself
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[Flaws]
- Rebellious
- Mistrusting
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[Strengths]
- Shooting
- Martial Arts
- Capable of turning everything into possible weapon
- When he's focus, he is focus.
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[Weaknesses]
- Chronically drowsy
- Claustrophobia
- Food
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[Other]
Theme Song:
↪Ordinary - Train
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[First Name] Leo
→❝Lion❞ Latin
[Middle Name] Alexander
→❝Defender of the men❞ Greek
[Last Name] Gray
[Nickname] Leo
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[Age] 19
[Birth] August 6th
[Zodiac] Leo
[Caste] Two, originally Four
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[Appearance]
❛This guy makes you think of a joyous songbird. His eyes are the color of coffee with cream. His luxurious, straight, short hair is the color of smoke, and is worn in a simple style. He is 5'11" tall and has an elegant build. His skin is light-colored.❜
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[Personality]
Apathetic. He doesn't really care about much of anything. Social status doesn’t matter to him. He cares about mostly things involving himself and his own--and his family's- happiness -. While he may be apathetic and not care about almost anything, he might be passionate about causes that are near to him.
Independent. Because he doesn't really care, he doesn't feel the need to depend on anyone. He likes doing his own thing and following his own set of rules. However, he doesn’t always necessarily contradict those of his elders. He could be self-sufficient, but often finds himself needing help, but is too stubborn to admit that he needs assistance and suffers alone because he refused to ask for help.
Clever. He also tends to pretty clever when it comes to real life. It’s rare for him to get in trouble because he cleans up his tracks so well, and when he does, he can usually find a pretty easy way to get out of punishment.
If anything he loves or believes in is threatened, he will go to any measure to protect it. If something is missing, he will find it, if something is broken, he will fix it. Perhaps the most important trait is that he is willing to give his life for what he believes in. He can't be swayed by anyone, and is not afraid to make enemies in the process of fighting for what he believes in, by whatever means he sees appropriate. He can go from being very heavy on curses and sarcasm, to just speaking up and using elaborate vocabulary to stump his opponents.
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[History]
Leo and his family lived normally, or at least that what the society thought. What he thought his family was. His family owns a big farm, and they are quite wealthy as Fours. But for the first half of Leo’s life, he never knew that his family is actually a troop of rebels, the Northern rebels. He is technically a rebel too, since it is more like a family bussiness if we look at the family tree. Born as the middle of three, the son of Andrew Gray and Aria Warner, with one older brother and one younger sister. His parents met when his father Andrew joined the Northern rebel, under the temporary leadership of Aria Warner. Leo and his siblings were raised low-key, with a full attention from their parents. His mother intended not to drag the kids into this thing, but Andrew and Aria’s sister, Veronica thought the opposite; at least, first thing first, they need to be trained. That, Aria can agree with. With an agreement that they won’t tell the kids about the truth until the training is over.
While his mother trained his sister with different, less physical approach, his father and his uncle, Nathaniel, trained him and his brother very physically. The training was tough for him and his brother with them, but with his aunt, Veronica, it was remorseless.
Leo grew his skills faster than his brother, and he always has been stronger, while his brother shows more strategical traits than to actually stand in front row of a battlefield. Veronica grows an interest on him, seeing Leo as a valuable asset, or as his father said, ‘She is just seeing a younger, weaker, bad-tempered, guy version of herself, that’s why she likes you’.
After the revealation of his family secret, he didn’t take that too hard, suprisingly. For some reason, he knew that they’re rebels; for a farmer guy and mother of three children, his parents are so physically trained. In fact, it didn’t take too much time to think before he said yes to his aunt’s request, to be her ears and eyes inside the palace.
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[Family Members]
From his mother side, the only alive relative he has is his aunt, Veronica Warner. His grandparents and uncles were murdered years ago when some of the Southern rebels confronted the family. From his father side, it was a mystery wether if there’s still any relative lives, and he only knows his uncle, Nathaniel.
Andrew Gray => (47//Alive//Four) => His father => A Northern rebel. At his young age, he used to be on the front line of every attack, but now he rarely goes to field and acting as tactical expert instead.
Aria Gray (nee Warner) => (45//Alive//Eight-born|Four) => His mother => A Northern rebel. She decided not to take a full contribution as one of their strategic expert as she used to be because she wanted to dedicated her life for taking care of her family, especially the children.
Nicholas Gray => (23//Alive//Four) => His older brother => The multitalented guy of the family. A skilled charm-speaker, and possibly one of very few people in the world that Leo actually trusts.
Etoile Gray => (16//Alive//Four) => His younger sister => She is permanently paralyzed from hips to bottom due to an accident when she was 4 years old. She has a rare medical condition called hyperthymesia,which makes her impossible to forget once something gets into her head. Leo also has this condition, only a little less stronger than his sister.
Nathaniel Gray => (43//Alive//Four) => His uncle => Andrew’s younger brother. A skilled snipper, also Nicholas and Leo’s trainer for years, teaching them how to use weapons and when it is necessary to do it. His main job is to secure their base camp, and not to attack.
Veronica Warner [x] => (40//Alive//Eight-born|Six) => His aunt => Aria’s younger sister. She was a mole at the palace, and her disappearence from palace was due to her sister’s resignation, placing her as the new strategic expert and one of the highest in-charge people for Northern rebel.
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[Likes]
- Cat
- Roast
- Blunt weapons
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[Dislikes]
- Coffee
- Snob
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[Traits]
- Courageous
- Faith in oneself
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[Flaws]
- Rebellious
- Mistrusting
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[Strengths]
- Shooting
- Martial Arts
- Capable of turning everything into possible weapon
- When he's focus, he is focus.
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[Weaknesses]
- Chronically drowsy
- Claustrophobia
- Food
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[Other]
Theme Song:
↪Ordinary - Train
❛And when the world is on its knees with me it's fine.
And when I come to the rescue I get nothing but left behind.
Everybody seems to be getting what they need, where's mine?
'Cause you're what I need so very but I'm anything but ordinary.❜
- Safe & Sound - Capital Cities
- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Fall Out Boy
- Under The Star - Morning Parade
- Paint The Town Green - The Script
- I Lived - OneRepublic
- City of Angels - Thirty Seconds To Mars
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—(•·÷[Arcнer Tнeroɴ Bιѕнop]÷·•)—
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Age : 18
Dαтe øf Bıятħ : December 24th
Cαšтe : Two, Originally Three
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Hair : Dark Brown
Eyes : Blue
Height : 5'5"
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He's a nerd. Not that pervasively stereotypical friendless nerd with lack of social skill. He's that regular guy, that can go overly enthusiastic about things he's interested in. He is an extrovert who thinks outside the box. He likes to be a part of a group and light up the mood.
Quirky and misunderstandable by his weird behaviour. He's doesn't have guilty pleasure; if he likes something, he'll show it. He believes that there's a little pleasure in everything, no matter how random, or pointless that is.
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Father : Paul Gerard Bishop
Mother : Elliot Grace Bishop (nee Hollister)
Sister : Janelle Amelia Bishop
Aunt : Emery Helena Hollister [x][x]
Uncle : David Argo Hollister
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Alibi - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Golden - Fall Out Boy
The Lightning Strike - Snow Patrol
Don't Panic - Coldplay
Home - Phillip Phillips
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Ａ ｌｉｆｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｎｏ ａｄｖｅｎｔｕｒｅ ｉｎ ｉｔ ｉｓ ｂｏｒｉｎｇ． Ｔｈｅ ｌｅａｓｔ ａ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ ｃａｎ ｄｏ ｉｓ ｓｔｉｒ ｕｐ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｅａｒｔ
—(•·÷[Arcнer Tнeroɴ Bιѕнop]÷·•)—
Fɪʀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹕Archer ➻ Bowman
Mɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹕ Theron ➻ Hunter
Lᴀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹕Bishop ➻ SeerAʟɪᴀs ﹕Archer, Arch
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Age : 18
Dαтe øf Bıятħ : December 24th
Cαšтe : Two, Originally Three
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Hair : Dark Brown
Eyes : Blue
Height : 5'5"
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He's a nerd. Not that pervasively stereotypical friendless nerd with lack of social skill. He's that regular guy, that can go overly enthusiastic about things he's interested in. He is an extrovert who thinks outside the box. He likes to be a part of a group and light up the mood.
Quirky and misunderstandable by his weird behaviour. He's doesn't have guilty pleasure; if he likes something, he'll show it. He believes that there's a little pleasure in everything, no matter how random, or pointless that is.
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Paul and Elliot
Paul Bishop, a young aspiring doctor and a community activist met the punk, engineering prodigy Elliot Hollister twenty years ago when they did some voluntary works, somewhere at the north area of Illea. Their interest on humanitarianism was the catalyst of their relationship, and their differences challenged them, made them a more interesting couple; The calm, respectful Paul, and the bold, intrepid Elliot.
His group, and Elliot's; consisted of Elliot, her twin sister, and younger brother, teamed up and together they travelled around Illea and helping people with each of their certain skill; there were twelve of them. Their feeling escalated quickly from crush, to love. Less than a year later, Paul proposed Elliot and few months after that, they got married at the church when they were on Sumner.
They continued to do their work, but Elliot was pulled back a little bit when she was pregnant but insisted to stay on road with the rest of the group. Nine months later, a son was born.Archer
Born on an early morning before Christmas. The sky was still full of the stars, but far at the horizon's line, the ray of sun began to rise when Paul and Elliot welcomed their first child, which they named Archer, after Paul's grandfather, while Elliot's sister, Emery, picked the middle name; Theron. It was a joyful event and everybody was there with him to celebrate.
Archer spent his childhood on the road with his parents, family, and their friends. And when he was old enough to understand his surrounding, his parents taught him about the importance of selflessness, and the true goal of what they did all these years. They can't help other people, or saved them; nobody could except theirshelves. They could, however, showed them how to do it, wheter if they wanted to changed their lives or not, it was all up to them.The Guard
No matter how much his parents enjoyed what they've done, their priority changed when Archer's sister, Janelle, was born. They decided to settled, and found a nice place in Columbia to raised Archer and Janelle. Unfortunately, that also meant that he had to say goodbye to the rest of the group. After that, they rarely had the chance to meet anymore. Althought, Emery and David, his uncle, kept in touch with phones, and sended bunch of photographs they took on their journey every month along with letters.
Living in suburb wasn't really his style, so he wanted to moving out somewhere on his own, and maybe had his own journey. After few arguments and long talks, his parents agreed to let him go, with one condition; they won't afford him the money, he has to gain it himself somehow. At that point, he considered to try joining the guards on the palace and got accepted.
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Father : Paul Gerard Bishop
A humanitarian, and currently settles in Columbia as a doctor.
Mother : Elliot Grace Bishop (nee Hollister)
An engineering expert, now aside from being a soccer mom, she also works as a consultant.
Sister : Janelle Amelia Bishop
Archer's twelve years old younger sister who's currently living with their parents.
Aunt : Emery Helena Hollister [x][x]
Elliot's twin sister, and was once a part of The Elite when she entered The Selection. Currently travelling around Illea with her brother and friends.
Uncle : David Argo Hollister
Elliot's younger brother, also a humanitarian and activist. He has a well knowledgement in architecture.
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Oº°‘¨Lιкєѕ
- Apple
- Winter
- Architecture
ƊιѕƖιкєѕ¨‘°ºO
- Fried food
- Pineapple
- Hot weather
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Oº°‘¨Ƭяαιтѕ
- Defiance
- Courtesy
- Gratitude
ƑƖαωѕ¨‘°ºO
- Doubt
- Impatiance
- Bias
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Oº°‘¨Sтяєηgнтѕ
- Shooting
- Physical endurance
Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ¨‘°ºO
- Focusing on one task at the time
- Girls
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—(••÷[ тнeмe ѕong ]÷••—
Hero - Noah
Fly me now and don't despair, I'll be flying through your door
So let me be your hero and cast away your sin above
Stand up, I'll be on your side, take my hand today
We can fly together, let me lead the way
▀▄ playlιѕт ▄▀
Alibi - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Golden - Fall Out Boy
The Lightning Strike - Snow Patrol
Don't Panic - Coldplay
Home - Phillip Phillips
Ｔｈｅｒｅ ａｒｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｔｗｏ ｐａｔｈｓ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｃｈｏｏｓｅ． Ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｓｉｔ ｑｕｉｅｔｌｙ ａｎｄ ｂｅ ｓｅｌｅｃｔｅｄ ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｏｒｌｄ， ｏｒ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ａｄａｐｔ ａｎｄ ｃｈａｎｇｅ
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Apollo Troy Beɴoιт
[Gᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ] [Sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ] [Bʟᴇssᴇᴅ]
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Tʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀs ᴇxϙᴜɪsɪᴛᴇ. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜʏᴘᴏᴄʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴠᴇs ɴᴏ﹣ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ I’ʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
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Apollo Troy Beɴoιт
[Gᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ] [Sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ] [Bʟᴇssᴇᴅ]
Age : 24
Date of Birth : June 3rd
Caste : Two, originally Five
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▀▄ a p p e a r e n c e ▄▀
Face Claim : Hayden Christensen
Height : 5'10"
Hair Colour : Dark brown
Eye Colour : Grayish blue
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He's that guy you want to talk to when all you need isn't some advice but just simply a pair of ears that listen to you while you're bursting the emotional breakdown out of you. He's that guy who cannot say 'no' to a 'please'.
But above them all, he is the least person you want to be enemy with.
He doesn't kiss and tell, and good at keeping secret. He rushes to the front row of a battle instead of using his friends as human shield. He obeys, and he stands for his faith.
Apollo, is a complexion of human's greatest flaws and goods. He's someone standing on an purgatory between Heaven and Hell; he never claims to be a saint, but he doesn't want to be anyone's source of lament.
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▀▄ h i s t o r y ▄▀
Apollo was born without his father and sister. His parents divorced not long before he was born. Raised by a single mother as a Five, Apollo was seeking for a father figure he never had. Meanwhile, his mother was battling with the guilt and nightmares for years; her regret of giving up on the man she thought she loved enough, and leaving a daughter who cared about her too much; and it started to rot inside her, destroying her, when she lost her daughter forever.
Apollo was four when his sister was killed while she was competing on The Selection. He never had any memory about her, nor that he understood what happened that time. Only when he grew a little older he finally realized it; how much his mother put her hope on Olivia, her endless regret, and how she won't get any chance to apologize.
When he was a teenager, Apollo dared himself to meet his father and he told him everything. In exchange, his father told him about the reason of their divorce, about his sister and how her death affected people she knew. Little by little, he began to know his sister and wished that she wasn't dead.
Dealing with his family issue, Apollo learned that everybody should be treated equally, that everyone matter and they all are deserve to be happy. He also learned not to start a fight with anyone, because you never know if you still have the chance to apologize.
▀▄ f a m i l y m e m b e r s ▄▀- Quentin Gregg Reid (Alive)
- Ada Lail Reid (nee Benoit) (Alive)
- Olivia Jana Reid (Deceased) [x]
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▀▄ v i c e s a n d v i r t u e s ▄▀
> Ｃｏｍｐａｓｓｉｏｎ ｂｕｔ Ｃｏｎｄｅｓｃｅｎｓｉｏｎ
> Ｄａｒｉｎｇ ｂｕｔ Ｖｅｎｇｅｆｕｌ
> Ｒｅｌｉａｂｌｅ ｂｕｔ Ｓｅｃｒｅｃｙ
▀▄ i n t e r e s t a n d d i s i n t e r e s t ▄▀
+ Animals
+ Nature
+ Movies
- Snobs
- His family issue
- Rebels
▀▄ f o r t e a n d f r a i l ▄▀
+ Great stamina
+ Smooth talk
+ Teamwork
+ Drawing
- Talks too much
- Lack of assertiveness
- Hardly knows where to draw the line
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▀▄ t h e m e s o n g ▄▀
Crash and Burn - Lifehouse
Could you remind me to forget?
The things I did, the things I said, I hope that you can bring me back
I gotta make it right
And if I fall and crash and burn, at least we both know that I tried
As I crawl that lessons learned, it reminds me I'll survive
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Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴsᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍᴀss﹐ Sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ·s ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss ɪs sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ·s ᴜɴʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss. ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ᴡʜʏ I ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʀᴜʙʙɪsʜ ʙɪɴ.
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►►►|Adrian Wyatt Wickenheiser|◄◄◄
↛ Adrian
Of Latin origin, meaning dark, black
↛ Wyatt
Of English origin, meaning brave in war
↛ Wickenheiser
Of German origin, a habitational name for someone from Wickenhaus in Württemberg.
Alias: WICK!, Wick, Wicky
(view spoiler)
True Age: 19
Apparent Age: 17-20
Birthday: August 8th
Zodiac: Leo
Caste: Two, formally Four
Occupation: Apprentice for Construction Manager
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Slim muscle; incredibly fit
(view spoiler)
Personality:
Wick is not one to take things seriously. Curiosity always provides a good excuse to let the rules slide, and while he has the physical strength and incredible agility, in all honesty, he makes an extremely bad guard. He is not one to think with the unit. Routines bore him, as does the monotony of standing by doors and making sure little things keep in place. He is apt to daydreaming, but can be found even more in places where he’s not supposed to be.
He is sweet, boyish, and has touches of childish innocence for he has never been one to experience much emotional pain or loss. He does not fully understand the meaning of danger. Wick has always attracted the girls-- his puppy dog looks and beautiful smile coupled with his sweet, humorous, nonchalant nature creating a magnetic attraction to most girls within a 10 foot radius, but he has never been in love. When he realizes how much he truly loves someone, it creates an awkwardness, and uncertainty which is almost never present. He is incredibly loyal, his love is tenacious and fierce and unlike anything he’s ever felt before.
His is intelligent, but when it comes to planning, to street smarts, he is woefully oblivious. He is overly spontaneous, too relaxed, too lazy to deal with the future. He is bright, but intelligence can be eclipsed by the need to meddle with things. Under stress, under panic, he is a contradiction: at times he is calm, the one in the eye of the storm, seeing the chaos around him but not being affected, the saving grace, and yet, at other times, he himself is thrust into mass panic, turning into a mini-hurricane which blows the smallest of problems out of proportion.
He seems confident, but an inkling of affection can turn him into an awkward mess. He possesses a sweet smile which ensures that he almost always gets his way, but he is always confused over what it is that he wants. He is the furthest away from cruel, from ruthless, but he can be inconsiderate. Apathetic. His way of dealing with problems is to treat them like jokes. He is determined, his curiosity is fueled by his need to know, but it also proves itself in battle, by the fact that neither pain nor fear nor life nor death can stop him from doing what believes is right.
He does not look like one who is more than a puppy, a mess of jokes and curiosity and hands which are always messing with fire, but let the time come, and he will become a wolf. He will become the alpha, rising even further than you could ever imagine.
Strengths:
↣ Generally laid-back, easygoing attitude
↣ Loyalty/affection/tenacity to those he cares for
↣ Incredible determination when he sets his heart towards things
↣ Generally has a good sense of humor
↣ Fiercely independent
↣ Still has touches of childish youth/innocent
↣ Smart, but in a bookish-way
↣ Is a natural leader-- confident yet compassionate
↣ Calm and poised (sometimes) in the face of conflict
↣ A naturally optimistic/idealistic individual
Weaknesses:
↣ Overly curious
↣ Terrible at following orders
↣ Smart-mouths/defies/ignores authority
↣ Can be incredibly naive/oblivious
↣ Is terrible at making strategic plans
↣ Hopeless in his love-life, army-life, life in general
↣ If he genuinely loves you, he’ll turn into a ball of awkwardness
↣ Can be obliviously inconsiderate
↣ Little and/or Big things can seriously stress him out
↣ Little and/or Big things can make him overly excited
↣ Not what you’d call practical
Likes:
► Finding things out
► Laughing
► Running
► Dogs
► Loved ones
► Chocolate/Candy
Dislikes:
► Authority
► Being unable to get into things
► People who think they’re all that
► Crying
► Being injured/sick/physically debilitated
Myers-Brigg Type: ENFP
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“If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose
Arya Wickenheiser had been a rebel once. She had a different name, which she buried deep within, swearing to forget. She grew up the daughter of an esteemed officer of the Northern rebels, taking on her mother’s profession as a nurse, spending most of the days at her home, which had turned into a sort of makeshift hospital for wounded soldiers. It was fate that one day, one such wounded soldier came in with a son, Jackson Wyatt, only two years older. He was a Southern rebel, while her family a Northern, but it was the time of alliances and the family begrudgingly took both in, for a little while. They became fast friends, scampering around the open fields, fighting with wooden swords, trying to tame the rogue bull that lived on the abandoned property next to Arya’s house. Two weeks later, his father healed, and he left.
At the hand of fate, they met again, almost 15 years later. They were both undercover, she pretending to be a Four, him a Three. They married out of necessity, an alliance, but also out of love. For three years they worked hand in hand, until one day, she felt that something was off, went to the doctor, and they found she was pregnant. He told her to abort. They had no time, they were doing so well as Threes, they had already set up the pretense that she was barren, that the reason they had been childless for three years in a place where most were expected to conceive. She refused. Life was life, and he resigned to the ferocious fire in her eyes. Nine months later, he was born. They both proclaimed it a miracle, although the public and the private proclaimed it so for vastly different reason. The public cried in wonder at the fact a barren woman had conceived. The private cried in wonder at the fact that baby had managed to survive, survive through a near abortion, brutal trainings, late-night outings in alleyways to listen in on conversations not meant to be heard.
When Adrian was born, Jackson suggested once more that they give him up. That they take him to a foster home, let him have a normal life, apart from the chaos and secrecy of being an undercover family, apart from expectations of loads and loads of training. If he stayed, they would have to find a way to make him useful. It wasn’t worth it. Both for them, and the child. Arya was furious. Normal? Useful? She’d make herself normal. She’d make herself useful. In blind fury, she left her husband, breaking it off, shutting him off, going back to her role as a Four with her son.
She became a restaurant owner, her pretty face winning her a contract with a local Two who favored international cuisine. She was a God-awful cook but she had a general’s blood. She demanded and expected nothing but the best from all her employees, but she treated each and every one of the with respect, with fairness, with honesty. It was a good match. Her restaurant thrived, as did Adrian. He was no longer Adrian Cecil Wyatt, he was Adrian Wyatt Wickenheiser. When he was two, he asked why didn’t have a daddy. She unflinchingly told him that his daddy had died in a terrible accident, without hesitation. She was too used to lying.
It didn’t help with the pain, so she lost herself in work. She built more restaurants, a franchise, an empire based on the little one on the corner of 42nd street. She made herself too busy to sit back and think. But she could not help herself from feeling. From feeling, guilt, pain, love, joy.
Little Wick thrived. He went to school, an awfully bright kid, all agreed, but not the best at staying on task. He was truant one too many times before he even knew that word existed, he got into fistfights with other boys, not because of some sense of righteousness or duty, but because it was fun to sit on top of another boy and throw dirt on his face, didn’t anyone understand that? His mother gave him jobs around the restaurant and quickly realized ceramic dishes and Wick were a very, very bad combination. She sent him out, telling him to play, and he’d come back from god knew where with stray dogs, adopting them all and feeding them scraps, leftovers, anything and everything.
By the time he reached ten, Wick had gotten in one too many scrapes for his mother to trust him to go anywhere on his own. As a punishment, she carted him off to a local construction company which had offerings for all ages-- Wick got a job handing out water to the workers. He was thrilled. He made a point of not handing but throwing water bottles to the employees from as far away as possible and they all delighted in this little rascal of a boy with bright brown eyes and scarred knees who made a game, a joke out of so mundane a task. The boss complained once but Wick countered that hey, he was getting the job done, and the boss found he could do nothing but shake his head and mumble something about keeping up the good work.
By the time Wick was fifteen, he had a reputation. He was not… persay, a bad boy, no he was too friendly, too goofy, too… Wick to be such a thing, but he would flirt with boys and girls alike, handing out his beautiful grins like candy canes on Christmas morning. Sixteen, he was promoted to actually working part-time as a construction worker (he made a race with the fellow men to see who could build the highest towers of rubble without having them topple down but somehow managed to get his workload done), he was doing surprisingly well at school (although he was suspected to be the one who pulled every. single. stupid. prank (all of which somehow involved the fire alarm).) and he had a girlfriend, who like him, knew how to be nonchalant, to have fun, to work quickly and play even more quickly.
Eighteen was the year he was promoted yet again, due to his compatibility with all the workers and his genuine good-charm. And yet, in February, things took a turn for the unexpected. A letter from the Illean government. He had been drafted. Arya’s face turned white at the news. She was tempted, so tempted, to tell him everything, every damn lie she had told him, to tell him to track down the king, the queen, the princesses and princes, kill them all. The blood, rebel blood, was still coursing through her veins. But she didn’t. She didn’t tell him that his father was alive and well, that he had visited two days before and that she had given him a picture of Wick, that his father was truly sorry, that he, too, was going to come to palace, but in a different manner, in an attack. All she did was hug her dear boy tight and whisper, be careful.
“Ma’am, you know I’m not one for following orders,” Wick retorted with a laugh and she smiled and shook her head only to look in surprise and see the tears in his eyes which he tried desperately to hide, hanging his head and looking at the floor. “I-I love you, Mom,” he whispered to the ground and they collided one last time, inhaling each other.
A week later, he was at the palace. It wasn’t long for him to start getting into all sorts of trouble.
But while he rarely followed through with his mother’s orders, he never forgot.
Be. Careful.
Careful of what?
Family:
↣ Arya Emilia Wickenheiser||Mother||Alive
↣ Jackson Elijah Wyatt||Father||Alive
Other:
Want to know who calls him Adrian? No one. He's always been Wick. Always has, always will be. (view spoiler)
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[Middle Name] Warren
[Last Name] Manning
[Nickname] Colt
[Age] 20
[Caste] 2, previously a 2.
[Appearance]
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[Personality]
Colton was the very definition of ..."
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Tʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀs ᴇxϙᴜɪsɪᴛᴇ. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜʏᴘᴏᴄʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴠᴇs ɴᴏ﹣ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ I’ʟ..."
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[Middle Name] Elias
[Last Name] Reynolds
[Nickname] Nearly everyone calls him Jake.
[Age] 18, nearly 19
[Caste] Previously a Three, now a Two
[Appearance]
[Hair Colour] Dark b..."
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[Middle Name] James
[Last Name] Weederman
[Age] 19
[Caste] 2 (originally a 2 but will now remain a 2).
[Appearance]
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[ ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ] Callum
[ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ] Lyon
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Ohmigoodness Philip and Riley really need to up security in this place.
But he's amazing...
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“If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose
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[ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ] Dennison
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[I don't shoot to kill. I shoot to do my job.]
►►►|Orlando Neron Lowell|◄◄◄
↛ Orlando
Of Italian origin, meaning famous throughout the land
↛ Neron
Of Spanish origin, meaning strong
↛ Lowell
Of French origin, meaning wolf cub or dearly loved
Alias: Lando, call him Orly and he will hurt you
True Age: 18
Apparent Age: 18-21
Birthday: July 28th
Zodiac: Leo
Caste: Two [both formerly and currently]
Occupation: Head Guard
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Hair: Golden and always impeccably groomed
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 175 lbs
Build: Slim and extremely muscular; built for both speed and strength
(view spoiler)
Personality:
Orlando is aware he has a lot to live up to. He is the first son and only son of a Lieutenant General, he is the youngest of the leading guards, he has lived a sheltered life, many doubt him, believe that he has gotten his position through his good looks and good connections, not based on his skill. But they are wrong. Orlando’s mind borders on genius. Eidetic memory-- photographic memory, his secret weapon. A respect, almost bordering on reverence for elders, for authority, for the law which is unadulterated, which is not blind, like so many others-- he sees the reason in every law, the purpose in every high-ranking official ever hired. His moral compass is strong, some call him a goody-goody, but he simply believes that the way he walks is the best way.
He can be awkward to those he loves, to those he admires, many underestimate him, see him as simply a pretty face, forget that the pretty face masking deadly wits, is, by all means, deadly. He has lived a sheltered life, created a truth for himself by what he has found out, by the information he has been given, but it is a distortion of the truth. He is unaware of that. He is idealistic, and he strives for equality, for the erasure of poverty, of misery, for the promotion of truth and freedom. It is a byproduct of his innocence, or perhaps his innocence is the byproduct of such idealism. He does not discriminate-- all are equal, rules are set for a reason, and the only way such rules should be broken are if they infringe on his moral compass, if the reason is weak, if the judgement behind them corrupt.
But he does not know truth. The full truth, the pure truth, the truth which emanates a light so powerful it can blind. And then comes the question: what? What happens when this boy, for he is still a boy, finds the truth? The lies his father has fed him, the lies Illea has fed him, the lies everyone around him tells him, the lies they believe, the truths they ignore? What then? The yarn will unravel. The tables will turn. The idealism will become only a shell, no longer the core. Everyone will believe that the boy does not know, that he believes the lies, that he is not crossing lines, breaking barriers, burning bridges, burning souls, innocence turning into a realisation of the gritty reality, truth providing the ruth for ruthlessness.
The boy who seeks truth will become an enigma to himself. His self-confidence placed on fickle matters which will change as sure as the tide rises and falls. And there will come a time when he looks at the mystery he has become and asks,
What now?
Strengths:
↣ Intelligence-- photographic memory
↣ Deadly shot/ Impeccable fighter by all standards
↣ Seeks truth and harmony
↣ Idealistic values
↣ Respects authority
↣ Good-humored and easy-going facade
Weaknesses:
↣ Strong morals can easily be loosened
↣ Is capable of being terrible
↣ Mistrustful
↣ Ruthlessness
↣ Not fond of those who do not follow the moral law
↣ Fear that what he lives for is nothing but a lie
Likes:
► Logic
► His parents
► Equality;Justice
► Independence
Dislikes:
► Not knowing the truth; having facts kept hidden from him
► Unjust societies
► Chaos
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From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Orlando was born to a Two. To a man who was once a guard, who worked his way up to Lieutenant General, a four, the son of a restaurant owner, turned into a variant of a national hero. He married a Three, the daughter of a psychologist, a beautiful, intelligent, rather cold woman, and their love was built on a mutual respect for law, for order and reason.
Orlando Neron Lowell was raised in that world, a world where there was no gray, only black and white. His mother nurtured his mental capacity, his mind, filling his head with books, always the right books, filling his soul with ideas, but always the right ideas. The rules had to be followed. Step a toe out of line and your life was at stake. Even more importantly, your reputation. She was the wife of a highly acclaimed Lieutenant General. They would set an example.
His father nurtured his physical capacity, pushing him to his limits. He, too, would be a Two, not just a Lieutenant General, but greatest general in Illea, no doubt. Ambition shined in his eyes as did pride. He loved his son fiercely, wanted the best for him. He took him to the palace one day, when Lando was five, and smiled at the boy’s stricken face, at the awe and wonder. This is what we’re fighting to save,, he told his son. People will tell you lies about Illea, but when you hear them, think of this palace. Of the people who raised this nation up from the ashes, you hear that, son? Orlando heard. He remembered.
He skipped five grades in school. He skipped five levels in the martial arts academy. He was the prodigal son, the epitome of perfection, the boy with the perfectly combed golden hair and the clear blue eyes who respected authority, who never stepped out of line, who never forgot his manners, that polite, professional manner etched into his personality. What a fine son you have, General Lowell, people who murmur. The Lowell family quivered with pride.
When he was seventeen, he was handpicked by the general himself to come to the palace. There, he was given a test made up of three components: physical, mental, moral. Out of the thirty men called to take this exam, he was the youngest by far. And yet, he excelled. He was the deadest shot. One of the best fighters. He was not the strongest, but he was the quickest, and his losses were miniscule compared to his wins. He was bright-- he memorized maps, letters, complicated designs, decoded encryptions, faster than most could skim through such paperwork. And morally, he was impeccable. His parents had trained him well.
The day he was announced as one of the head guards, part of the “secret service” (an old term, but fitting) of Illea’s palace, he was not overwhelmed by the crowd or the applause. What overwhelmed him was the firm, steady hands on his back, one from his mother, the other from his father. He would do his duty. But this dream was not his.
He was living the dream of those hands, those eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, his knees shook, and he wondered what he had just gotten himself into.
Before he left, his father straightened his pin, his cap, and said to him, remember where your loyalties lie, son. Remember your duty. Duty. That word was enough. Doubt forgotten, he dove into his work. This was what his father lived for. What his mother lived for. And now, this was what he would live for.
Truth.
Family:
↣ Gideon Scott Lowell||Father||Alive
↣ Andrea Marie Lowell||Mother||Alive
Other:
Let the game begin...
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►►►|Orlando Neron Lowell|◄◄◄
↛ Orlando
Of Italian origin, meaning famous throughout the land
↛ Neron
Of Spanish origin, m..."
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He's great ;)
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