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Ven 15 Juin - 10:55
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Bachi-Bouzouk !
Bachi-Bouzouk !
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CAPTAIN
ARCHIBALD
HADDOCK
HOMME
ENVIRON 29 ANS
BISEXUEL
OMEGA
BIBLIOTHECAIRE
CAPITAINE HADDOCK
PERSONALITY
positive trait
positive trait
positive trait
positive trait
positive trait
positive trait
positive trait
at least five each!
negative trait
negative trait
negative trait
negative trait
negative trait
negative trait
negative trait
and keep it even!
LIENS RECHERCHÉS
include random bs about your character's history/background/favorite color/pet dog/idfk. you'll think of something i'm sure. whatever it is, be sure to BOLD AND COLOR the important items, without making it too obnoxious and whatnot. 8') it doesn't have to be a lot, obviously, but if there's anything worth knowing, you really ought to put it here.
OOC INFO
PLAYED BY kendall
FACE CLAIM Original Caracter -- PrinceCanary
Ven 15 Juin - 10:56
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Bachi-Bouzouk !
Bachi-Bouzouk !
nameemcnames
age
this group
sexuality
"some quote here"
friends
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.Even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is allthe colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. I watchthe ever-changing patterns in the sand as it’s pummeled bycountless hooves.They run the horses on the beach, a pale road between theblack water and the chalk cliffs. It is never safe, but it’s never sodangerous as today, race day.
enemies
This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeksfeel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My thighssting from the friction of the saddle. My arms ache from holdingup two thousand pounds of horse. I have forgotten what itis like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like andwhat my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted acrossyards of sand.I am so, so alive.
paramour
As I head down to the cliffs with my father, one of the raceofficials stops me. He says, “Sean Kendrick, you are ten yearsold. You haven’t discovered it yet, but there are more interestingways to die than on this beach.”
firstnamelast
nineteen
this group
sexuality
"'tis a life worth living"
friends
describe your friends here
enemies
describe your enemies here
paramour
any lovers? put 'em here.
onenametwoname
nineteen
this group
sexuality
"'tis a life worth living"
friends
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.Even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is allthe colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. I watchthe ever-changing patterns in the sand as it’s pummeled bycountless hooves.They run the horses on the beach, a pale road between theblack water and the chalk cliffs. It is never safe, but it’s never sodangerous as today, race day.
enemies
This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeksfeel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My thighssting from the friction of the saddle. My arms ache from holdingup two thousand pounds of horse. I have forgotten what itis like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like andwhat my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted acrossyards of sand.I am so, so alive.
paramour
As I head down to the cliffs with my father, one of the raceofficials stops me. He says, “Sean Kendrick, you are ten yearsold. You haven’t discovered it yet, but there are more interestingways to die than on this beach.”
anamebname
nineteen
this group
sexuality
"'tis a life worth living"
friends
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.Even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is allthe colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. I watchthe ever-changing patterns in the sand as it’s pummeled bycountless hooves.They run the horses on the beach, a pale road between theblack water and the chalk cliffs. It is never safe, but it’s never sodangerous as today, race day.
enemies
This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeksfeel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My thighssting from the friction of the saddle. My arms ache from holdingup two thousand pounds of horse. I have forgotten what itis like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like andwhat my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted acrossyards of sand.I am so, so alive.
paramour
As I head down to the cliffs with my father, one of the raceofficials stops me. He says, “Sean Kendrick, you are ten yearsold. You haven’t discovered it yet, but there are more interestingways to die than on this beach.”
Ven 15 Juin - 10:58
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Bachi-Bouzouk !
Bachi-Bouzouk !
nameemcnames
age
this group
sexuality
"some quote here"
friends
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.Even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is allthe colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. I watchthe ever-changing patterns in the sand as it’s pummeled bycountless hooves.They run the horses on the beach, a pale road between theblack water and the chalk cliffs. It is never safe, but it’s never sodangerous as today, race day.
enemies
This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeksfeel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My thighssting from the friction of the saddle. My arms ache from holdingup two thousand pounds of horse. I have forgotten what itis like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like andwhat my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted acrossyards of sand.I am so, so alive.
paramour
As I head down to the cliffs with my father, one of the raceofficials stops me. He says, “Sean Kendrick, you are ten yearsold. You haven’t discovered it yet, but there are more interestingways to die than on this beach.”
firstnamelast
nineteen
this group
sexuality
"'tis a life worth living"
friends
describe your friends here
enemies
describe your enemies here
paramour
any lovers? put 'em here.
onenametwoname
nineteen
this group
sexuality
"'tis a life worth living"
friends
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.Even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is allthe colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. I watchthe ever-changing patterns in the sand as it’s pummeled bycountless hooves.They run the horses on the beach, a pale road between theblack water and the chalk cliffs. It is never safe, but it’s never sodangerous as today, race day.
enemies
This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeksfeel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My thighssting from the friction of the saddle. My arms ache from holdingup two thousand pounds of horse. I have forgotten what itis like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like andwhat my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted acrossyards of sand.I am so, so alive.
paramour
As I head down to the cliffs with my father, one of the raceofficials stops me. He says, “Sean Kendrick, you are ten yearsold. You haven’t discovered it yet, but there are more interestingways to die than on this beach.”
anamebname
nineteen
this group
sexuality
"'tis a life worth living"
friends
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.Even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is allthe colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. I watchthe ever-changing patterns in the sand as it’s pummeled bycountless hooves.They run the horses on the beach, a pale road between theblack water and the chalk cliffs. It is never safe, but it’s never sodangerous as today, race day.
enemies
This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeksfeel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My thighssting from the friction of the saddle. My arms ache from holdingup two thousand pounds of horse. I have forgotten what itis like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like andwhat my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted acrossyards of sand.I am so, so alive.
paramour
As I head down to the cliffs with my father, one of the raceofficials stops me. He says, “Sean Kendrick, you are ten yearsold. You haven’t discovered it yet, but there are more interestingways to die than on this beach.”
Ven 15 Juin - 11:10
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Bachi-Bouzouk !
Bachi-Bouzouk !
Coucou tout le monde ♥️
Cette fiche étant faites, je recherche du monde pour la compléter hehe ♥️
Postez à la suite si ça vous intéresse ♥️
Ven 6 Juil - 0:36
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Emploi : Médecin.
Can break all your bones while naming them
Can break all your bones while naming them
J'ai la flemme de switcher de compte, mais Barbe Bleue se prend pour un pirate et t'es un Capitaine, on s'fait un p'ti lien et un rp :whut: ?


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