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"Some may never live, but the crazy never die."
-Hunter S. Thompson
AnguDa'Staagra
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Name:
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Russel Holt
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Hive Position:
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Master of the Rite
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Spirit Heritage:
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●●●● (Banes)
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Occupation:
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Professional Slacker and Artist
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Race:
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Caucasian, Scottish
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Rank:
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Kinfolk:
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Knuckleheads
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Breed:
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Metis
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Inspiration:
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Those Violent Urges...
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Played By:
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Jake Hold
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Quote:
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"I didn't ask for your name, I said give me your jacket."
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Themesong 2016-2017:
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Regina Spektor - The Grand Hotel
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Themesong 2018:
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Raleigh Ritchie - Time in a Tree
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I just want time in a tree
I need a place just for me
Somewhere that I can be free
Keep the faith and just be, what you'll be
I guess rules are there to break
But I make mistakes like they were handed on a plate
When I try to leave sometimes, I'm standing in the way
I'm on the edge of crying all the time, cos I can't human right
What a state
I get wound up, from the ground up
And I don't know why
Turn the sound up, drown the noise out
Swallow (whoa), don't cry
Got an anxious heart, and it's stone made
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Description
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Thin and tall...
xxxxxRuss is not ungainly in his posture; limber muscles create a lithe, graceful, demeanor. Slight, is a word often used to describe the six foot three man. A skin tone of pale cream speaks to his pictish heritage. His features are somewhat plain and certainly severe. Very angular cheek bones give him a rather gaunt look. Lately the man has been wearing his shock of red hair slicked back to expose his heterochromatic eyes. This style also exposes a very small set of satyr-like horns just north of his hairline(they are small enough to hide in most hats, being mere nubs.)
xxxxxHis right eye is a beautiful teal with a subtle amber corona around the pupil. The man's left is white but not unseeing. The pupil is black and the same amber corona is present but the iris lacks any teal pigment. This white eye is also bisected by a large scar that runs from forehead through brow and ends in a small divet on his top lip. Scars crisscross his arms, cheeks and neck. Thick carpets of knotted flesh clearly follow some pattern which can't be determined while he wears his clothing. Russ wears a black beater that shows off broad shoulders and well muscled arms despite an otherwise slender build. It is not uncommon to see him in a slim fit brown tweed suit jacket(or vest) unbeffiting company with the rest of his attire. Black jeans, filthy chuck taylors and a brown fedora complete his look. His tattoos are many, appearing along his arms, hands, and torso. Most notably Russ has a melting clock on the back of his right hand. (App: 3)
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Contacts
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Family
Eris - What is delicate is not always fragile it may simply be finely made to stand against the tide; like wrought iron filigree.//Do you like pain? again..again..again...again Baby Luv
Hamish - Brings new meaning to the word delectable.
Kurt - It's not a distaste, it's pure hate and it pulsates // And it works its way around my brain anyway, what I'm trying to say // I'll protect you 'til the day I meet my maker // So don't fight me now 'cause you might need me later // Loving you's a Bloodsport.
Carver - Parts of a whole... A whole what? That part I haven't put my finger on.
Helen Shepherd - We were all self righteous fools as Cliath. Naïve and indestructible, the world will beat that out of you.
Maximo -
Nicola - Bend without breaking and see how far you can stretch your reach.. I can take you places you've only known in nightmares and bring you back intact.
Pax - Nicely done, now try not to get yerself killed.
Estrella - Bright and... fragile? I never know what to make of you lot... all that power in such an alluring wrapper. Best to keep my distance.
Gone
Amy - Stereotypical Ahroun.
Van - At least Houdini gave his huddled masses the pity of a reappearance. You just disappeared, bro.
Seven - The song of the Whippoorwills ringing through the raging storm. One man's omen is another man's pleasure and its all been mine.
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Merits and Flaws
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Merits
● Mixed Morph
● Double Jointed
● Perfect Balance
Flaws
● You show me yours and I'll show you mine. Promise.
Gallery
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