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Azazel Steelwater (Done)
Real Name: Azazel Steelwater
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: N/A
Title: N/A
Alignment: Neutral, inherently good.
Age: Twenty four.
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Hair: Caramel brown with large blond streak.
Eyes: Chocolate brown
Height: Six foot one.
Weight: One hundred eighty five pounds.
Costume Description/Image: N/A
Personality: Azazel tries to do the right thing when he can especially if he is the only one who can do it at the time, if others are in danger he will do his best to protect them even if it means exposing his abilities to the public. His decision making is often decided on the spot rather than thinking things over making people see him as reckless, one second he could be talking to someone and the next second he could be hitting them because he comes to learn they are a horrible person. While trying to avoid violence when he can this does not mean that Azazel is a pacifist by any stretch, Azazel knows that sometimes words are not enough to persuade others to do the right thing so force is necessary.
He is often cheerful and believes that anyone can become a friend given the right feelings, though he keeps his deepest feelings to himself as he does not wish to be a bother to anyone else. He tries to remain calm and cheerful whenever he can be but even he has his limits, very rarely his anger is seen but when it is he is a rather dark and violent person as he tends to keep his emotions bottled up for as long as he can until he basically explodes with emotion, it isn't just anger that he bottles up. His other emotions are often concealed like sadness, grief, joy etc etc he tends to seal them away within himself instead of talking to others.
Despite his cheerful approach to many things Azazel is not some simple airheaded man that thinks everything can be solved with happiness and sunshine, he displays unique wisdom when asked difficult questions and often understands the inner workings of those who ask him such questions. Though not many people really realize how different he truly is from others as he has an odd viewpoint, he does not value life over everything else which he will often tell people, he also does not believe that a human's life is greater than even an ant's life as every has the ability to be valuable. This is one of the reasons that Azazel will not take life from another though he will do everything else that he must to save life even if it means harm to himself in the process.
Thought he values life Azazel has only one death that he will willingly commit and that is a vengeance killing against a mysterious person that murdered his closest friends and family. He is so focused on this vengeance that he is willing to do anything necessary to kill the person who he has no idea about, the only thing he knows about the person is the alias on a business card 'Mr. Trinity'. So hot is his desire for vengeance that even if a hero or good person were to stand in his way he would force them to move in order to kill the man, whenever Azazel thinks of Mr Trinity he becomes rather erratic or paranoid and the only way for him to calm down is to play his cello. When he plays his cello everything seems to disappear and Azazel throws himself into the calm and peaceful world of the music that he plays, it is often with him even when he is not playing it as just having it near can help calm him in some situations.
History: Azazel's life did not start in a hospital, a city, or even a town instead it started on the road in Maine, he was born as the circus traveled together on a back road as they were not a fast moving group with all their various games, animals, and people in tow. Yes Azazel was born into the circus a place that most wished to live in when they were children, he grew up knowing the 'freaks' as 'normal' people would call them. The scaled man, the rubber woman, the magician, the lion tamer and so many more were there with him, Azazel was as happy as a child could be. With each act every person had a select skill or job to do so of course as he was growing up Azazel tried to find his own calling, he loved animals yet he was too kind to discipline them so he could not teach them tricks or tame them. While he was quite flexible thanks to the teaching from the rubber woman he was never as good as her, he went through various jobs trying to find out what he was good at. The only thing that he seemed good at was figuring out where to go with the least amount of problems, a wall, a fence, even a building he knew how to get through, over, around, or over them without trouble.
But that could hardly be an attraction in the circus, eventually he was set on trying to use his ability to see things so much better to be an attraction and decided that he would be a knife catcher to wow the crowds with logic defying catches. When he was seven he had the monkey boy throw knives at him one by one at first, even with the monkey boy throwing knives as hard as he could Azazel seemed to dodge or catch them just before they would hit. Yet Azazel was not perfect, one day he lost his concentration when someone called out to him and he missed the catch, the knife cut from his left cheek bone to his ear leaving a jagged scar in it's place. After that Azazel swore he would never lose concentration again, within a few years he was actually an attraction calling people from the crowds to throw knives at him all they wanted to prove that he could catch them without a trick. Even the burliest of men throwing the thick knives that could have probably removed a limb seemed to have no effect on him as he caught them just centimeters before they would pierce his flesh, he was one of the better attractions and earned himself a pretty good amount.
This way of life for Azazel continued for years he was happy with family and close friends all the time, his mother bought him a cello when he was thirteen as he had said he wanted an instrument especially one that was big. He taught himself how to play without knowing what notes actually mean or how to write the song down he simply played from the heart, but paradise within the circus could not last forever, it seemed that fate had other plans. One night while Azazel was out in the forest playing his cello away from camp so no one would be woken up by his playing it happened, a single screamed filled the ear sounding so blood chilling that it could have sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. Azazel knew his mother's voice when he heard it and he rushed back to the camp site within minutes yet when he arrived there he found nothing but despair. His entire way of life was shattered as he entered the camp and found the carnage that had been carried out, blood was everywhere soaking into the ground and grass as if the earth itself were hungry for death.
Pieces of his friends lay strewn about the ground and inside the tents, yet it was not only the humans that were kill it was the animals as well the monkeys, the lions, the tigers, even the elephants had been ripped apart leaving pieces everywhere. At first Azazel could not believe that this had truly happened as it had taken him just minutes to return yet there were over a hundred people killed in that time yet no evidence to show who did it besides the ominous little card that was stuck into a piece of ground that was untouched by the evil that had befallen the peaceful circus. Azazel grasped the card with shaking hand and when he looked at it he realized this was the signature left by the murdered, his hands shaking and soaked with the blood of family and friends he crumpled the card in a rage and cried out into the air. His cry was vicious and devoid of any emotion besides vengeance, he swore upon every god, demon, and otherwordly being that one day he would track down this Mr. Trinity and kill him no matter what the cost was.
He packed what few belongings he had and left leaving behind everything that he once knew in order to track down Mr. Trinity, his entire focus was on finding the man who claimed his close ones lives. For nearly three years he was a traveling withdrawn almost insane young man that needed the blood of his enemy to survive, any hint of trail of Mr. Trinity was like a drug to him that he would follow until he could follow no more and then would come the rage and paranoia as he failed once again. He was spiraling downwards into a dark place that he would never be saved from if he could not get out soon, one night when he had lost the trail of Mr. Trinity once again in the city he was full of a blood lust that could not be sated with mere illusions of killing the man. A drunken man had the misfortune of bumping into the raging fifteen year old and mumble something about him, Azazel snapped and jumped the man with speed and power that no human should possess, everything went red and Azazel was on the verge of killing the man when someone tackled him.
The drunken man was unmoving but he was not dead and Azazel was ready to turn on the person who tackled him until he learned that she was a police officer trying to track down Mr. Trinity as well, her parents had been killed by the man as well and when she heard rumor of a young man trying to find him she tracked Azazel down. With her help he managed to get away from the beating without jail time being a minor and all, she offered to help him but he refused of course as he was suspicious of everyone and anyone at that point. Yet she seemed determined to make him accept her help as she popped up day after day offering help in whatever way she could, in time she had managed to sneak her way through the rage and paranoia of Azazel and become his only friend. When they drew close to the identity of Mr. Trinity someone betrayed them, Azazel always told her to never trust anyone in the office but it seemed that she told someone as when Azazel arrived at her house he found an all to similar scene. Blood and pieces everywhere and the only thing that gave away who did it was another small card with Mr Trinity's name upon it, Azazel panicked and left the city within an hour.
His only friend and ally in the world had been taken down, she had learned the identity of the man who killed her parents and had been planning on telling Azazel who it was before she told her superiors but that never happened. Azazel broke down mentally, physically, spiritually as if he had nothing left to run on, as he traveled through the woods on that snowy night he collapsed all alone with nothing more than his clothes and his cello. here would be no rescue or miraculous discovery to save him as everyone he cared about was gone from this world taken from the man he wished to kill yet had no idea who it might be. Azazel was close to freezing to death so he truly has no idea what happened that night but as he remembers it his friend appeared to him, it should have been impossible for she was dead that was certain yet she seemed to glow with a golden light as she spoke to him. She supported him and told him to never give up before disappearing, Azazel awoke in the morning instead of ending up in the blackness of death like he thought he would with his resolution restored and the hunt for Mr. Trinity was on once again. As he traveled around Azazel's personality changed over the years without realizing it he was becoming more like the woman police officer, it was a change for the better and even now he searches for Mr. Trinity.
Powers: Azazel is a hyper kinetic mutant, his ability enhances his motor skills, balance, reflexes, and aim to inhuman levels. His ability allows his mind's imaging systems and muscle control to become perfectly in tune with the motor skills center of the brain, it gives him near perfect aim and his ability allows him to read things that could happen. Such as if he looks at a wall he can instantly tell the best way to get up, around, through, or over it. (Note this does not mean he can predict the future or anything like that)
Enhanced durability: As Azazel's ability progressed so did his body which naturally adapted to the things he was putting it through, giving him superhuman durability. He is incredibly durable. He has no lack of stamina and normal weapons have no effect, normal bullets will bounce off him and he may be highly resistant to disease.
Power Grid:
STR: 4
SPD: 2
END: 6
INT: 4
EP: 0
FS: 6
Power Grid colors: Brown and Gold.
Character Image/Description:
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Azazel is the typical delinquent looking young male with his mid length messy caramel colored hair that is hardly ever combed, his hair often gets him second looks as there is a large blond streak going down the middle clashing with his natural color, in each ear are several metal piercings. Most of the time he wears it back in a crude ponytail (As seen in pic) though occasionally when he is feeling exceptionally lazy he will simply let it fall wherever it will. His eyes match his hair color as a caramel color, his flesh a slightly tan but still almost creamy color as he doesn't feel the need to be outside more than he has to. Rather than being muscular Azazel's form is deceptively lean and athletic more like a runner's rather than a bodybuilder's, his muscle is there but unless one see's him without clothing on they might never notice it.
Azazel's form stand at six foot one hardly an intimidating figure when his body is so deceptive, upon his chin he has a slight goatee of brown and blond hair that stands out as much as the hair upon his head. His weight is one hundred and eight five pounds, usually he is seen wearing baggy clothing so he can move freely whenever he needs to. Upon his back lays a tattoo right between his shoulder blades which is rarely seen by other, the tattoo is a black butterfly upon a white lotus flower, the entire size of the tattoo is about the same as an opened hand. Upon his right hand he wears two rings, one it a revolving iron ring upon his thumb, the other is a silver ring with crosses cut out all around it which he wears on his middle finger. Upon his left cheek is a jagged scar that moves from the cheek bone all the way to his ear that was caused by a throwing knife mishap (Read history for explanation).
Roleplay Sample:
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: N/A
Title: N/A
Alignment: Neutral, inherently good.
Age: Twenty four.
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Hair: Caramel brown with large blond streak.
Eyes: Chocolate brown
Height: Six foot one.
Weight: One hundred eighty five pounds.
Costume Description/Image: N/A
Personality: Azazel tries to do the right thing when he can especially if he is the only one who can do it at the time, if others are in danger he will do his best to protect them even if it means exposing his abilities to the public. His decision making is often decided on the spot rather than thinking things over making people see him as reckless, one second he could be talking to someone and the next second he could be hitting them because he comes to learn they are a horrible person. While trying to avoid violence when he can this does not mean that Azazel is a pacifist by any stretch, Azazel knows that sometimes words are not enough to persuade others to do the right thing so force is necessary.
He is often cheerful and believes that anyone can become a friend given the right feelings, though he keeps his deepest feelings to himself as he does not wish to be a bother to anyone else. He tries to remain calm and cheerful whenever he can be but even he has his limits, very rarely his anger is seen but when it is he is a rather dark and violent person as he tends to keep his emotions bottled up for as long as he can until he basically explodes with emotion, it isn't just anger that he bottles up. His other emotions are often concealed like sadness, grief, joy etc etc he tends to seal them away within himself instead of talking to others.
Despite his cheerful approach to many things Azazel is not some simple airheaded man that thinks everything can be solved with happiness and sunshine, he displays unique wisdom when asked difficult questions and often understands the inner workings of those who ask him such questions. Though not many people really realize how different he truly is from others as he has an odd viewpoint, he does not value life over everything else which he will often tell people, he also does not believe that a human's life is greater than even an ant's life as every has the ability to be valuable. This is one of the reasons that Azazel will not take life from another though he will do everything else that he must to save life even if it means harm to himself in the process.
Thought he values life Azazel has only one death that he will willingly commit and that is a vengeance killing against a mysterious person that murdered his closest friends and family. He is so focused on this vengeance that he is willing to do anything necessary to kill the person who he has no idea about, the only thing he knows about the person is the alias on a business card 'Mr. Trinity'. So hot is his desire for vengeance that even if a hero or good person were to stand in his way he would force them to move in order to kill the man, whenever Azazel thinks of Mr Trinity he becomes rather erratic or paranoid and the only way for him to calm down is to play his cello. When he plays his cello everything seems to disappear and Azazel throws himself into the calm and peaceful world of the music that he plays, it is often with him even when he is not playing it as just having it near can help calm him in some situations.
History: Azazel's life did not start in a hospital, a city, or even a town instead it started on the road in Maine, he was born as the circus traveled together on a back road as they were not a fast moving group with all their various games, animals, and people in tow. Yes Azazel was born into the circus a place that most wished to live in when they were children, he grew up knowing the 'freaks' as 'normal' people would call them. The scaled man, the rubber woman, the magician, the lion tamer and so many more were there with him, Azazel was as happy as a child could be. With each act every person had a select skill or job to do so of course as he was growing up Azazel tried to find his own calling, he loved animals yet he was too kind to discipline them so he could not teach them tricks or tame them. While he was quite flexible thanks to the teaching from the rubber woman he was never as good as her, he went through various jobs trying to find out what he was good at. The only thing that he seemed good at was figuring out where to go with the least amount of problems, a wall, a fence, even a building he knew how to get through, over, around, or over them without trouble.
But that could hardly be an attraction in the circus, eventually he was set on trying to use his ability to see things so much better to be an attraction and decided that he would be a knife catcher to wow the crowds with logic defying catches. When he was seven he had the monkey boy throw knives at him one by one at first, even with the monkey boy throwing knives as hard as he could Azazel seemed to dodge or catch them just before they would hit. Yet Azazel was not perfect, one day he lost his concentration when someone called out to him and he missed the catch, the knife cut from his left cheek bone to his ear leaving a jagged scar in it's place. After that Azazel swore he would never lose concentration again, within a few years he was actually an attraction calling people from the crowds to throw knives at him all they wanted to prove that he could catch them without a trick. Even the burliest of men throwing the thick knives that could have probably removed a limb seemed to have no effect on him as he caught them just centimeters before they would pierce his flesh, he was one of the better attractions and earned himself a pretty good amount.
This way of life for Azazel continued for years he was happy with family and close friends all the time, his mother bought him a cello when he was thirteen as he had said he wanted an instrument especially one that was big. He taught himself how to play without knowing what notes actually mean or how to write the song down he simply played from the heart, but paradise within the circus could not last forever, it seemed that fate had other plans. One night while Azazel was out in the forest playing his cello away from camp so no one would be woken up by his playing it happened, a single screamed filled the ear sounding so blood chilling that it could have sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. Azazel knew his mother's voice when he heard it and he rushed back to the camp site within minutes yet when he arrived there he found nothing but despair. His entire way of life was shattered as he entered the camp and found the carnage that had been carried out, blood was everywhere soaking into the ground and grass as if the earth itself were hungry for death.
Pieces of his friends lay strewn about the ground and inside the tents, yet it was not only the humans that were kill it was the animals as well the monkeys, the lions, the tigers, even the elephants had been ripped apart leaving pieces everywhere. At first Azazel could not believe that this had truly happened as it had taken him just minutes to return yet there were over a hundred people killed in that time yet no evidence to show who did it besides the ominous little card that was stuck into a piece of ground that was untouched by the evil that had befallen the peaceful circus. Azazel grasped the card with shaking hand and when he looked at it he realized this was the signature left by the murdered, his hands shaking and soaked with the blood of family and friends he crumpled the card in a rage and cried out into the air. His cry was vicious and devoid of any emotion besides vengeance, he swore upon every god, demon, and otherwordly being that one day he would track down this Mr. Trinity and kill him no matter what the cost was.
He packed what few belongings he had and left leaving behind everything that he once knew in order to track down Mr. Trinity, his entire focus was on finding the man who claimed his close ones lives. For nearly three years he was a traveling withdrawn almost insane young man that needed the blood of his enemy to survive, any hint of trail of Mr. Trinity was like a drug to him that he would follow until he could follow no more and then would come the rage and paranoia as he failed once again. He was spiraling downwards into a dark place that he would never be saved from if he could not get out soon, one night when he had lost the trail of Mr. Trinity once again in the city he was full of a blood lust that could not be sated with mere illusions of killing the man. A drunken man had the misfortune of bumping into the raging fifteen year old and mumble something about him, Azazel snapped and jumped the man with speed and power that no human should possess, everything went red and Azazel was on the verge of killing the man when someone tackled him.
The drunken man was unmoving but he was not dead and Azazel was ready to turn on the person who tackled him until he learned that she was a police officer trying to track down Mr. Trinity as well, her parents had been killed by the man as well and when she heard rumor of a young man trying to find him she tracked Azazel down. With her help he managed to get away from the beating without jail time being a minor and all, she offered to help him but he refused of course as he was suspicious of everyone and anyone at that point. Yet she seemed determined to make him accept her help as she popped up day after day offering help in whatever way she could, in time she had managed to sneak her way through the rage and paranoia of Azazel and become his only friend. When they drew close to the identity of Mr. Trinity someone betrayed them, Azazel always told her to never trust anyone in the office but it seemed that she told someone as when Azazel arrived at her house he found an all to similar scene. Blood and pieces everywhere and the only thing that gave away who did it was another small card with Mr Trinity's name upon it, Azazel panicked and left the city within an hour.
His only friend and ally in the world had been taken down, she had learned the identity of the man who killed her parents and had been planning on telling Azazel who it was before she told her superiors but that never happened. Azazel broke down mentally, physically, spiritually as if he had nothing left to run on, as he traveled through the woods on that snowy night he collapsed all alone with nothing more than his clothes and his cello. here would be no rescue or miraculous discovery to save him as everyone he cared about was gone from this world taken from the man he wished to kill yet had no idea who it might be. Azazel was close to freezing to death so he truly has no idea what happened that night but as he remembers it his friend appeared to him, it should have been impossible for she was dead that was certain yet she seemed to glow with a golden light as she spoke to him. She supported him and told him to never give up before disappearing, Azazel awoke in the morning instead of ending up in the blackness of death like he thought he would with his resolution restored and the hunt for Mr. Trinity was on once again. As he traveled around Azazel's personality changed over the years without realizing it he was becoming more like the woman police officer, it was a change for the better and even now he searches for Mr. Trinity.
Powers: Azazel is a hyper kinetic mutant, his ability enhances his motor skills, balance, reflexes, and aim to inhuman levels. His ability allows his mind's imaging systems and muscle control to become perfectly in tune with the motor skills center of the brain, it gives him near perfect aim and his ability allows him to read things that could happen. Such as if he looks at a wall he can instantly tell the best way to get up, around, through, or over it. (Note this does not mean he can predict the future or anything like that)
Enhanced durability: As Azazel's ability progressed so did his body which naturally adapted to the things he was putting it through, giving him superhuman durability. He is incredibly durable. He has no lack of stamina and normal weapons have no effect, normal bullets will bounce off him and he may be highly resistant to disease.
Power Grid:
STR: 4
SPD: 2
END: 6
INT: 4
EP: 0
FS: 6
Power Grid colors: Brown and Gold.
Character Image/Description:
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Azazel is the typical delinquent looking young male with his mid length messy caramel colored hair that is hardly ever combed, his hair often gets him second looks as there is a large blond streak going down the middle clashing with his natural color, in each ear are several metal piercings. Most of the time he wears it back in a crude ponytail (As seen in pic) though occasionally when he is feeling exceptionally lazy he will simply let it fall wherever it will. His eyes match his hair color as a caramel color, his flesh a slightly tan but still almost creamy color as he doesn't feel the need to be outside more than he has to. Rather than being muscular Azazel's form is deceptively lean and athletic more like a runner's rather than a bodybuilder's, his muscle is there but unless one see's him without clothing on they might never notice it.
Azazel's form stand at six foot one hardly an intimidating figure when his body is so deceptive, upon his chin he has a slight goatee of brown and blond hair that stands out as much as the hair upon his head. His weight is one hundred and eight five pounds, usually he is seen wearing baggy clothing so he can move freely whenever he needs to. Upon his back lays a tattoo right between his shoulder blades which is rarely seen by other, the tattoo is a black butterfly upon a white lotus flower, the entire size of the tattoo is about the same as an opened hand. Upon his right hand he wears two rings, one it a revolving iron ring upon his thumb, the other is a silver ring with crosses cut out all around it which he wears on his middle finger. Upon his left cheek is a jagged scar that moves from the cheek bone all the way to his ear that was caused by a throwing knife mishap (Read history for explanation).
Roleplay Sample:
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- It was the middle of a perfect day or at least most thought it was the perfect day, of course there could be that one person or a few people that could find something wrong with the day. The sun was high up in the sky raining down warm rays of light through the partial cloud cover making it warm but not hot enough to where you were soaking your clothes in sweat, a nice little breeze came by every now and then to cool off the people as well. To Ari this was the perfect day and one of his days off which just put him in a better mood, he had been working all week and had the whole weekend off to his delight. Today he was wearing something that might catch the eye of multiple people as well you didn't often see anyone wearing them, they were white baggy arabian style pants that usually when one saw or heard of them thought of aladdin instead of a normal person. They weren't exactly crazy fashion but given that the typical bad boy looking Ari was wearing them he did get a couple of looks here and there, his shirt a normal white tee shirt that clung to his lean form nicely. He wore a pair of flip flops instead of shoes as every now and then he liked to walk around bare foot instead of wearing something and these were the easiest to get off, his mid length caramel colored brown hair with a large blond streak in the middle was pulled back in a crude ponytail as always.
He was simply enjoying the day walking down the sidewalk minding his business, he planned on making his way to the local park as he wanted some ice cream and the little cart in the park had the best vanilla and pecan flavored ice cream. While walking he seemed to have a cheerful expression his face which contradicted the bad boy look that he had, metal piercings in his ear, multicolored hair, deep caramel colored eyes that seemed to have seen more than he cared to tell. Yet with his smile none of that seemed to matter, it was like he harbored now problems or ill will towards anything in the world. As he walked he noted that a few people were in front of a electronics store looking at the tv's watching a fight between other super powered beings that wrecked the area and they looked worried. As Ari walked by he didn't let that bother him as know one but he knew that he was a mutant, he hadn't used his abilities against anyone in anger in a long time and he never tried to claim credit when he used them for good.
Ari was content to stay in the shadows of the other do gooders, he felt as if he were just a tadpole in the ocean compared to the rest of the super powered beings out there. As he was thinking he didn't realize that there was a child walking beside him bouncing a red ball around happily making his way around Ari to get in front. But in front of him was a danger zone that no one knew about as two men were trying to haul up a load of two by fours that could have crushed any normal human they hit. It seemed that things were going wrong quickly as a rope snapped and the platform carrying the wood fell to one side letting the wood fall, as it began to fall one of the men cried out a warning. Ari's head snapped up just in time to see the wood beginning to fall down towards the child, the mother behind him cried out as Ari began to move throwing his larger form over the child's. Of course if Ari had been a normal person he would have probably been killed out at the very least in critical condition, but he was not normal.
As he stood over the child his skin changed as he took on the properties of the revolving iron ring upon his hand, in less than a second his skin color, his hair, his clothing, even his iron became a dark grey color. The texture became cold and smooth as Ari seemed to become an iron statue, the wood came toppling down obscuring the vision of most of the people. It slammed into his iron body bouncing off with ease and the instant that Ari knew the danger was done he turned back to normal, the child looked to him in awe and Ari simply put a finger to his lips to tell the child it was a secret. With that all done the mother came rushing in to get her boy happily thanking Ari for saving him, but Ari simply waved it off and smiled cheerfully before walking away as people began to gather to see if anyone was hurt. Ari's heart was racing as he rarely used his abilities like that in public and now he was afraid that someone might have seen him for what he was a mutant, he walked a little faster now hoping to get to the park and put this behind him.
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