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The Lord Ruler's perfect capital city, Luthadel, is doing the impossible: rebelling. Skaa half-breeds are being taught the power of Allomancy, something that the Lord Ruler's obligators said only existed in the nobility. The enslaved skaa, with their murderous benefactor, now fight back against a living god's oppression.

So, the Inquisition was formed. The nobles begin to fear assassination from all sides. The times of nobility Mistborn killing each other are over. The Steel Inquisitors look for aristocrat traitors and insurgent skaa, and the skaa try with all their strength to merely survive. The Lord Ruler's perfect Final Empire is slowly devolving into chaos.

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Gervais Lekal


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#1 Borborygmus

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Posted 04 September 2010 - 05:49 AM

<span style='font-size:17pt;line-height:100%'>"GERVAIS LEKAL"</span>
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Player Information
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Character Information
Name: Gervais Lekal
Age: 36
Type: Noble
Gender: Male
Occupation: Nobleman
Marital Status: Single

Powers
Type of Powers: Allomancy
Metals Used: Steel
Degree of Skill: Intermediate

Appearance
Hair: Brown with a hint of red, slightly curling
Eyes: A surprising light grey-blue, almost colourless.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170 lb
Voice: He has a resonant, velvety baritone.
Overall Appearance: Gervais is no giant, but he's still a reasonably tall man, which is emphasized by a thin build, with narrow shoulders and long limbs. A well-defined but lean musculature is easily disguised underneath his clothing, except for a very well-turned leg outlined by his fitted . His hands are long, sensitive, and elegantly tapered. Precision and care, and perhaps even a sort of grace, marks his every movement. He has aristocratic, sharp features; an ascetically pale, pointed face, with a prominent aquiline nose. His mouth is thin, and turns down at the corners; it's shadowed by deep lines. His eyes are deepset, and shaded by a set of finely-traced eyebrows, the same red-tinted brown as his curling hair.

Other
Special Skills: Insulting, irritating, and generally ticking others off (if those don't count, then fencing, reading widely, and synthesizing what he reads into a solid general understanding of most subject matter)
Strengths: Gervais is an excellent hand with a dueling cane. He is intelligent and a quick study, as well as a logical thinker. He is a prominent nobleman, with a (technically) strong position in the hierarchy of Luthadel as the brother of Lord Lekal.
Weaknesses: He is extremely difficult to get along with, and thus has few friends, and much reduced influence. He is perverse by nature, and will seek out quarrels with anyone, whether or not it is a wise choice to do so.

Personality Gervais is extremely quarrelsome; he has a talent for very quickly finding whatever point of opinion he and his conversational partner disagree upon. On occasion he will select an opinion simply in order to contradict another. He then proceeds to turn the conversation around into an argument over it. Anything that he believes, he believes very obstinately, and sometimes irrationally; it is impossible to change his mind upon any point. This tends to make him very unpleasant company to others, particularly those who do not like to be disagreed with (which happens to be most people.) Although he possesses the intelligence and training to be exceptionally courteous and probably even charming, Gervais generally makes no attempts in that direction. He is, instead, tactless and abrasive. This is because he enjoys butting heads with people. It's one of his hobbies.

He will often, if given the opportunity to interact with someone on a more extended basis (and thus reason to particularly hate that person) make a particular study of their weaknesses. Gervais will search for the emotional triggers that can break that person's control, and drive them into uncontrolled anger or upset. He can be extremely good at this. He is really driven by envy and resentment; envy of the satisfaction and happiness of others around him, and of their love and respect for one another. He will do what he can to destroy it, and ruin relationships between others; he can't stand to see others with the joy that is out of his reach.

Gervais has a thoroughly cynical worldview. Attempting to improve upon either the natural world or his fellow human beings is a useless undertaking in his opinion, and so he makes no exertions in that direction. There is not a spark of idealism of any kind anywhere in his mind. He does not even believe in the divinity of the Lord Ruler, believing the man to be an elabourate hoax - after all, no one has seen the Lord Ruler in years; there is nothing to prove that he did not die years ago, and the Steel Ministry is not merely making use of his name and reputation (he happens to be virulently partisan against the Steel Ministry). He has no interest in serving the interests of House Lekal, and in fact has deliberately concealed his Allomancy from his own House, and works against them when he finds an opportunity.

Similarly, Gervais does not believe in the more tender human emotions. He would profess that there is no sentiment in him whatsoever. That's not to mean he hasn't any emotions; he loves his mother, the Dowager Lady Lekal, with all the atrophied heart he possesses, and is deeply loyal towards her. But he'll never confess to it.

He takes a decidedly sexist position, professing the intellectual and physical inferiority of women. He is contemptuous of their inherent mental capacity, stating the rather silly and flighty temperament common among girls to be their ingrained and natural habit. He has no opinion of the idea of making a woman "accomplished", as languages and science are completely wasted upon her. They may be taught art, music, and other worthless things, but knowledge and learning ought to be reserved for men. He ordinarily behaves towards women, especially young women, in a condescending fashion. This is primarily because it makes them angry, not because he has a genuine belief in this principle. Gervais is an equal-opportunity hater of both genders.

Gervais is highly intelligent, and has a low cunning as well. This, combined with a morbidly cruel sense of humour, makes him a talented practical joker. He will plan and carry out elaborate mechanisms in the pursuit of this hobby. When bearing a particular grudge against someone, he will provoke a duel, which he has resolved usually with the humiliation of his opponent, but on occasion has ended in a very lethal fashion without any moral quandary about it. He will never apologise and back down; the word "sorry" is just not in his vocabulary.

Gervais has a mercurial disposition, tending to act upon the whim of a moment and without regard as to convention or rule. He has no interest in any common form of social activity. Cards bore him immensely, parlour-games send him to sleep, and he despises music and dancing.

He is thoroughly self-centered; Gervais' thoughts revolve around what course of action is best for Gervais, and other human beings don't tend to figure into the equation except as variables on the left-hand side. It does not bother him particularly if some random person is harmed as a result of some action he does.

He dislikes and distrusts people as a general rule, and only makes an exception for a small, very select group of friends that can actually put up with him or in rare cases like him. These friends he considers to be quite as important as himself, and he'll bend over backwards to see that a friend is alright. Of course, he expects them to bend over backwards in return, and feels quite free to demand favours (at least of certain types) when he wants, but he'll also repay them as soon as he can; he does not like to be obligated to anyone.

History Gervais Lekal was the second son born of Thelir Lekal, the aging House leader; he was the son of his old age, in a second marriage, and considered of no particular importance next to his half-brother Canler, the House heir. Canler was half a Venture, on his mother's side, and Gervais' mother, Layleen, was only a relatively unimportant daughter of House Disra, a pretty little thing that nobody took seriously. She was barely fifteen years old. Her family had married her off to the vastly older Thelir for his money and believing it would give them some advantage, and for his part, he had been happy enough to have a lovely young wife. At his advanced age, and with one marriage already under his belt, he did not need to make political considerations for the second match. Canler was considerably older than Gervais, and from an early age the difference between the two boys was quite noticeable. Canler was dedicated to his duties and responsibilities as House heir, a serious and respectful boy who did all that was asked of him.

Gervais on the other hand would either act out bursts of poor behaviour, or seclude himself in the library with the books he grew to love. He resented the position of respect his brother held, and felt keenly that he and his mother both were considered inferior members of the family. Layleen, only sixteen when she gave birth to Gervais, did not have the mothering ability to do anything to hold him in check, and although Thelir had him disciplined repeatedly, Gervais seemed incorrigible. He was hopelessly rude to guests, and took a perverse pleasure in tormenting them and embarrassing the Lekals. On occasion, he would turn to pranks that escalated as he grew older and more capable of causing serious mischief.

When he was eight years old, he decided to see if he could frighten his family by climbing to the top of the outer wall on Keep Lekal. He had complete confidence in his own ability to balance, and only meant to worry them. Gervais overestimated his abilities, and lost his footing; he plunged downwards into the gardens dozens of feet below. He would certainly have died if he had not Snapped at that moment of vertigo and terror when he realized he was falling. Without fully understanding what he was doing, Gervais unconsciously burned steel on the way down, Pushing against pieces of metal on the ground, and slowed his fall.

He was found in the grounds, bleeding and barely conscious, and taken in to the infirmary where he was attended by the Lekal surgeon. As he recovered, Gervais realized what it was that he had done while falling when he tapped the new power within his body and saw the blue lines of steel now marking his world. He did not tell anyone about his ability, and refrained from using it, in case a Seeker could find him out. For although he was young, Gervais also realized that his Allomancy - the first in the Lekal line for generations, and probably handed down through his mother - could be of inestimable value to the House. And he had no desire to be the dutiful, obedient younger brother, nothing more than a pawn for Canler to use. So Gervais took a theoretical approach to the problem, researching what he could find of Allomancy and then solving steelpushing problems on paper according to the rules of physics.

At the age of ten, he was beaten severely and nearly to death in the hopes of Snapping him, but since he had already Snapped, the experience was nothing more than a traumatic nightmare from which he recovered only slowly. He kept his Allomancy a secret, despite the fact that burning steel would have ended the beating much earlier; despite the broken bones that it left him with. With the apparently failed Snapping, he was now of no interest whatsoever to Lekal, and Thelir concentrated his focus even more on Canler, leaving Gervais to Layleen's parentage. She tried to keep him busy with tutors, but while Gervais was a brilliant young man, he drove more than one tutor to absolute frustration until they resigned. He formed one noteworthy alliance when he was fourteen, however. At the library of the Canton of Doctrine (where he spent the majority of his time) Gervais met the older Magnus Venture. At first the two clashed; however, Magnus actually spoke to Gervais as an equal in their arguments. Somehow, it turned to an offbeat friendship.

The Lekal family was going through other troubles during this time, as Thelir was slowly losing his touch as he aged. Gervais' tricks were gradually turning less petty and more malicious. He was fifteen when he came up with his most triumphant joke of all: forging his own father's handwriting, he sent a note to six of Lekal's principal financial associates. It was a simple message, reading only 'Flee at once. The secret is discovered.' By morning, all six of the noblemen had left Luthadel. The blow to Lekal's business dealings sent it further into the downward financial spiral, and over the next two years the House began to be in danger of toppling. When Thelir finally took his own life as a result of the strain, however, the teenaged Gervais found himself suddenly under his brother's hand instead. He had no serious ambitions towards the role of House leader - all he had ever wanted as a child was to be recognized, loved, and respected by his father. He felt cheated by Thelir's death somehow.

Canler's hand was much heavier than Thelir's, and he acted more decisively than his geriatric, weakening father had done. Nothing would prevail upon him to change his decision, not even Layleen's pleading, when he kicked Gervais out of Luthadel and away from his business interests, back home to the Southern Dominance where the problematic young man was mewed up in the family's holdings and not permitted to leave the Dominance for literally years. Magnus Venture was the only person to write to him. With nothing else to do, and little in the way of company or visitors, he buried himself in the extensive Lekal libraries, spending much of his time in study, when he was not practicing fencing - or Allomancy, in secret. He was particularly drawn to philosophy, which appealed to the argumentative side of his nature.

He spent almost twenty years in the Southern Dominance, only visiting the nearby city of Port Tresteau on occasion. Watched day and night by Lekal agents - Canler was concerned for his own safety, and that of his heir Efram - Gervais was kept strictly confined to that area of the map. This remained the case until he was finally summoned back to Luthadel by his brother, for reasons which remain unknown to him. However, he is determined that whatever his brother's plans are, he will not be of any use to him whatsoever, and is actively working on making himself as unpleasant to the nobles around him as possible. Which is, of course, his natural disposition in any case.

Roleplay Sample

With nothing in particular better to do that day, Gervais had made his way over to the Canton of Doctrine library down in Kenton street. It held a prospect of pleasure that few things in Luthadel did; he preferred the books to human company, particularly of the fools that populated the capital city. Gervais was glad, above all, to be able to avoid his family today; he was sick of Canler's existence, sick of Amneera's vacuous face, sick of seeing Efram coddled and praised. His nephew, he had decided, was absolutely the most idiotic and detestable creature he had ever had the misfortune to meet.

Efram had nothing to recommend him, neither sense nor intelligence or even Allomantic ability; he cared for nothing but dancing, fashion, and women. His sole virtue was a handsome face. And his parents doted upon him, adoring him no matter what he did.Canler would see no wrong in his son - his brother, who believed so deeply in "duty to Lekal", loved the little fool with a blind devotion that simply made Gervais sick. Society itself loved Efram, as worthless as he was; he was surrounded by friends and giggling women wherever he went.

It was truly nauseating.

Fortunately, the fussy little obligator that managed the library was not in evidence when he entered, and so he made his way to the philosophy section in relative peace. Gervais could not abide obligators, and Skalden in particular annoyed him; the nervous little man wilted immediately under any assault, and he was consequently utterly boring to deal with. He was alone in the library at this hour of the morning, and sat himself down in his favourite niche, taking a volume of Galdredge with him.

Someone, however, had disturbed his place. Apparently he was not the only one who liked taking advantage of the dusty stream of light that filtered down through the gold-tinted window above the alcove. There was a short stack of handwritten pages, bound on one edge with a cord, sitting upon the table. Setting Galdredge down, Gervais picked up the manuscript, and briefly paged through it.

His eyebrows shot up. It was written in a flowing feminine hand, and as a few of the phrases registered, he turned back to the beginning of the manuscript and began to read it in detail instead. By the time he was a few paragraphs in, he had determined it was absolute claptrap. The essential premise of the author was that, given that within the Steel Ministry, female and male obligators were considered equal, and that among the skaa males and females were again not differentiated (she did at least acknowledge the existence of the brothels and other areas in which skaa females were most certainly differentiated from the males), why was there such a strict demarcation between the roles of noblemen and noblewomen?

Quite aside from the fact that the Ministry was entrenched idiocy, the religious calling was generally considered to unsex those who went into it. Obligators were not allowed to marry, thus a female obligator no longer performed the role of a woman. In his consideration of this point, Gervais did leave out his opinions regarding the value of the Ministry, other than letting a certain snideness colour his words. (The Inquisition, after all, was a genuine threat to dissidents, and so those particular thoughts were best restricted to himself.) Furthermore, comparing the nobility to the skaa? And that was only the beginning.

He had just finished writing a neatly-penned annotation in red ink in the margins of the manuscript, contesting each of the author's points in turn, when he was disturbed in the action of drying the ink with a handful of sand. A slender young woman had come into the philosophy section. Gervais was not at first interested in her; he expected her to go away again soon. But as he realized that she was actively looking for something, searching around and about on the various tables, his eyes flicked back to her and he looked her over appraisingly. Was she the author of this piece of trash?

"The novels can be found in that direction. This section is philosophy," he informed her as he pointed out where she ought to go, in a tone deliberately dripping with condescension.

She seemed a touch startled, but did not react at first, other than to look at him, and said "Thank you, but I'm actually looking for something else. I could have sworn-"

His suspicions deepening, Gervais replied, "Oh? And what is it that you have lost?" in a voice suggestive that it might have been her wits.

"Oh, just some papers I left here by mistake when I was getting some books. It's nothing you'd be interested in, I'm sure, but I'd hate to lose them." Her eyes drifted down to the manuscript on the table in front of him, where his notes in the margin were certainly quite clear to be seen, and he was pleased to see a dismayed change begin to come over her face.

"Oh-was that yours?" he said contemptuously, glancing down at them as well. "Why then, you're quite right. It's not in the least of interest." He lifted them in one hand with the distaste usually reserved for handling something malodorous. "I have read this, and I took the trouble of making some notes in the margins. I recommend that you read and take them to heart." He did not care in the least if she was improved by them, actually; he hoped rather that they stung. She was exactly the sort of person that he liked least. A girlish little fool with delusions of the value of the thoughts in her pretty head.

She gasped as she hurried over to take them out of his hand. "Oh, you didn't! I haven't even edited that yet!" Gervais in his turn was slightly startled to observe that she seemed almost more horrified about the latter comment on editing, than that he had written on it in the first place.

"Perhaps that will assist you in editing, then. But tell me, do you seriously intend this manuscript for publication?" he inquired.

She seemed irritatingly oblivious now. "Perhaps, perhaps not. I know an editor who was interested in it when he heard my idea, but mostly I just enjoy writing for its own sake." She actually smiled at him, a sweet little smile that really astonished him. Just how insipid was she? Did he think he was at all interested in her feelings of enjoyment? "There's something wonderful about putting your thoughts on paper, don't you think?" She clutched the papers to her chest.

He raised one eyebrow at her. "I advise you to refrain from indulging yourself in the future. There is enough idiocy in the world without making a permanent record of some of it. Better to stick to chattering, my dear; then your nonsense can rapidly evanesce and be forgotten as it ought to."

Now it seemed to have penetrated at last. She blinked in confusion at first, then looked down at the papers she was holding and gasped softly. "You-" Gervais was pleased at finally getting a reaction, and kept his eyebrow still raised sardonically.

However, his balance was immediately offset when, instead of becoming furious, or perhaps bursting into tears (he'd hoped not the latter; a crying woman was really intolerable) she actually smirked. And then scanned the papers again, and a moment later raised her hand to her mouth to stifle what was very obviously a giggle. She was laughing at him - this little airheaded girl was laughing? Her dark eyes were positively dancing with amusement as she went on reading. Gervais had never received this sort of reaction before; he had seen people run the gamut from hurt and crying to nearly apoplectic fury, but he had never been laughed at. It stung his pride, much more than he would have supposed possible.

"Run along now; this is not the place for you," he said coolly, to cover his dismay.

She ignored him blatantly and continued to page through the papers. Her face began to work, her mouth writhing with the laughter she was struggling to hold in, and at last she simply burst out into a peal of convulsive laughter; after a moment she even had to set the papers down, and leaned on the table for support. She laughed, and laughed.

Provoked, although he maintained the same expression of serene disdain, Gervais said coldly to cut into her noise, "You are disrupting the entire library with this undignified display. Go and giggle elsewhere."

"You-you actually?" She breathed heavily, wiping a tear away from her eye. "You actually quoted Belvedere? Lord Ruler! I didn't think anyone still read him, let alone used his arguments! Especially after his essays were what led to the additional laws enforcing gender equality in the Steel Ministry during the third century. I quote him myself, actually, in a portion unfortunately bereft of your brilliant satire, but as an historical account. You, my Lord, are quite the comedian."

Gervais' upper lip curled in a sneer. "I am overjoyed to be of service. Belvedere is entirely appropriate and relevant; he writes not about the skaa - by the way, do you suppose that comparing the nobility to animals is an appropriate piece of evidence to support your argument? - nor about those who have been called to holy orders. I read the portion where you quoted him." He repeated the snatch of her essay that she had referenced, word-for-word, and then continued, "In fact, you have taken him out of context, and misrepresented the purpose of his argument. It is no excuse that you are not the first to fail to comprehend Belvedere."

"The purpose of his argument?" She flipped to a page and re-read what was presumably the section in question, then looked thoughtful. "Though-hmmm. You may be right..."

He provided her with an unpleasant smile. "And the skaa, my dear? Do you propose that we ought to model ourselves after them?" Perhaps that would disturb her; they were in a Ministry building, after all, and even a fussy little fool like Skalden would take exception to such a suggestion.

"Oh no no, that's not what I meant. Yes, perhaps what he really meant is that we're going about it wrong?"

"Then what was the purpose of observing that among the skaa, the male and female are not differentiated beyond the basic fundamentals of sex?" he pushed again, but she was no longer paying any attention to him. He was not sure if that was more irritating than her laughter, even.

"Yes, of course. Men are threatened by intelligent women. It unnerves them. So if we play dumb, and wait until they're eating out of our hands-Of course! So that's how he meant it!" She laughed delightedly, and Gervais knew his irritation was showing through now.

"Intelligent women? That is an oxymoron." It was not even a particularly good insult, he was well aware; he was resorting to simple name-calling now, but even that did not appear to have any effect. She simply dashed to one of the shelves and climbed up the ladder, somehow managing not to fall from the precarious perch despite the encumbrance of her skirts.

"Says the one who pointed it out. Hmm, where was-aha! I need you, and you, and-oh where'd you go?" The girl began to snatch books off the shelves and tuck them under her arm with almost reckless abandon and what Gervais viewed as an execrable disregard for the frail condition of some of the volumes. Moreover, the stack quickly growing was obviously too much for her to handle easily; she would shortly drop some of them at this rate.

Genuine anger beginning to show in his face, he crossed over to stand at the base of the ladder. "That is quite enough from you. You are being careless with these books, you little fool, and you will damage them." He revered books; it was the only thing that he actually considered sacred. How dare she even touch them?

She glanced down at him. "It'll be your fault if they get damaged if you don?t move out of my way. What happens if I fall? Do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of books? They'd be ruined!?

"What happens if you fall? I daresay it will do the world a favour." He realized that he was blocking her exit; she was trapped up the ladder as long as he stood there, quite unable to go anywhere or get away. A trace of amusement touched him through his anger, and he smiled unpleasantly up at her.

"And my House will rip you to shreds. Are you going to move now?" she replied with queenly dignity.

He did not have the least intention of moving. "I'm not overly concerned on that account." He was a Lekal. There were certain benefits to his position; her vaunted House was no real threat to him. "In addition, I am enjoying the view that you are so kindly providing." In point of fact, from this vantage point he could not see much more than part of her legs, but he thought that at least might upset her equanimity.

She snorted at him instead. "You think I haven't heard that one before? I have more layers of petticoat on than you have manners. Now step aside."

"I don't see why I should," he answered, folding his arms and smirking up at her. It might not be working as he had intended, but he had found a way to annoy her, and he was determined to succeed.

She smiled more saccharinely than she had before, and then took one of the books out from under her arm and dangled it over the long drop to the floor below. "Or we see how durable this first-edition Dalton is."

The smirk dissolved from his face into horrified fury. "You would not dare. That book is irreplaceable."

"Would I?" She was still smiling, the little witch. "Perhaps we should find out. But, well, I've got to get them down somehow."

"You irresponsible little child, you have no business so much as setting foot in a library. You don't belong out of the play-room yet." He practically hissed the words, by now completely jolted out of his composure. How was it possible that she could do this? How could she act this way, so carefully calculated to affect him in this manner - how was it possible she could know exactly how to overset him? He was forced by the threat against the book, however, to take a step back from the ladder. His face had lost some colour.

The girl easily slipped down, despite her armful of books, and kept on smiling. "And the victory will be hers," she quoted Belvedere at him; he fumed. "I would just as soon stab myself in the eye as harm one of these books, you know. Just for future reference." She glided over to set them down on the table, then turned and regarded him with a look of obnoxious concern. "Are you all right? Perhaps you should sit down."

He was ready to explode. But this was not how things should go; he himself was being placed in the position where he generally put others. Whereas she was as cool as a cucumber. Gervais was determined not to let her carry it off; he replied in clipped tones, "I am perfectly well."

"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that. You looked as though you had seen a mistwraith." She proceeded to gather up her things again, and he forestalled her next comment.

"I assure you, a mistwraith would be a great deal more agreeable than present company. That book is irreplaceable," he bit out, icily.

"And I told you I wouldn't have actually let anything happen to it. It's your own fault if you fell for a silly little child's bluff."

"A child has no restraint, and may do anything. But it is good to hear you admit your own nature. I commend you on the self-realization." He managed to get enough control of his countenance to sneer again.

"Well, of course. I can't help but feel like a child when confronted with someone so many years my elder, after all. But I really must be going now." She settled her armful of books, and finished, "A pleasant afternoon to you, my Lord." She spun on her heel and left the section, disappearing through the door that led into the main library, and Gervais was left behind staring after her, stunned and furious. She had had the last word, and he had been unable to even think of anything to say in reply.

Old? He was not old. He was not yet forty, and he was far from decrepit. The vile girl had - how had she done this? Why had she been able to pierce straight through his control and manipulate him that way? Gervais could not shake the uncomfortable feeling that he had allowed her to make a fool of him.

He tried to drop it from his mind, and wash his hands of the entire matter, but he could not get her laughing face and eyes out of his head as he forced himself to composure and opened Galdredge and began to read. She returned to haunt him; several times he thought he heard her laughter echoing around the room and looked up sharply, only to find himself alone. Who was the detestable little witch? Gervais bent his head back to Galdredge, and struggled to settle himself.

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#2 KChan

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Posted 05 December 2010 - 02:45 AM

That RP sample was an epic read. I can't wait for all the misadventures we're going to have. X3 Accepted!

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