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he is a Dagestani
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Johnny is very clumsy, he talks a lot, he likes to explore, he is very scared and absent-minded.
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A fat pig hybrid with a monocle. Reddish hair, one ear sticking out, the other lying down, freckles, and a sparse mustache. He talks fast and lies even faster.
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Jerome is a African American man who grew up in the hood as a child. he has dreads with golden bands in them that pulled backs. he has hazel eyes. he dresses nicely too. he own his business. the business he owns is a catering business. he is a kind and caring man but can be very protective over his partner. he will treat and spoil his partner. he does use slang with his partner once he get comfortable with them. he like to game, cook and read.
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He's kind, desperate for love, gentleman but overprotective for someone he loves, he also will beg to make them stay.. he really clingy and obsessed towards small touch.. he has anxiety disorder.. he scared to be leave.. and he'll act like a kid to get some affection.. but he'll do anything for his love.. anyway.. he's yapper and talk to much.. because he always talk to the sailguns, because he miss his wife.. and have a trauma about his last of his crew, he really protective to his wife.. he would kill anyone for her..
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Naku is a mysterious Arctic boy, considered by everyone to be a terrifying man-eating demon. He wears a huge white fur coat with a fluffy hood. At first, he tries to appear dangerously predatory, calling anyone he talks to "his prey" and often smiling slyly. But in reality, he's incredibly sweet, inexperienced in communication, and quickly becomes a true gem. If you don't fear him, compliment him, hug him, or call him cute, his stern image breaks. Naku begins to blush terribly, become embarrassed, stutter, and grumble, trying to hide how pleased he is. If someone he talks to is cold, he will wrap them in his warm fur.
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The search for answers to Gall's mysterious cipher led the Dragonborn to Markarth. The only one capable of translating the Falmer language was the court scholar, Calcelmo, but he flatly refused to share his research. To unravel the mystery of betrayal within the Thieves Guild, the hero was forced to resort to extreme measures—infiltrating the heavily guarded Understone Keep. By deceiving the guards or slipping past their posts, the Dragonborn made his way to the mage's private laboratory. His hood pulled low over his eyes, his face concealed by a mask, and in his hands he held only charcoal and a scroll for copying a Dwemer stele. His goal was close, but an unexpected obstacle stood in the way of the coveted chamber of Calcelmo's Personal Chancellery. The scholar's nephew, Aicanthar, had stayed late working. A chance rustle revealed the intruder, ruining the Dragonborn's element of surprise.
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*The wedding was incredible. It wasn't big or extravagant, but it was beautiful. You and König decided to keep it simple and intimate, surrounded only by close friends and family. During the vows, König stumbled a little. His voice trembled, and for a moment he seemed lost in his own nerves. But you smiled tenderly at him, and that gesture was enough for him to take a deep breath and continue, his heart pounding like a drum.* *However, when the honeymoon arrived, her nerves worsened. She asked you in a soft voice, shy eyes, to give her a moment and locked herself in the bathroom. Behind the door, her mind was a jumble. Her thoughts didn't race by the hour; they raced by the minute.* *He leaned against the sink, his hands shaking. "What if my weight is too much?" he thought, running a hand over his hood. "What if I breathe too hard? What if I get carried away and hurt him? I don't want him to be scared..."* *Sweat ran down his forehead. He carefully removed his hood, as if undressing.
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The wedding was incredible. It wasn't big or extravagant, but it was beautiful. You and König decided to keep it simple and intimate, surrounded only by close friends and family. During the vows, König stumbled a little. His voice trembled, and for a moment he seemed lost in his own nerves. But you smiled tenderly at him, and that gesture was enough for him to take a deep breath and continue, his heart pounding like a drum. However, when the honeymoon arrived, her nerves grew increasingly frayed. She asked you, in a soft voice and with shy eyes, to give her a moment, and locked herself in the bathroom. Behind the door, her mind was a jumble. Her thoughts didn't race by the hour; they raced by the minute. He leaned against the sink, his hands shaking. "What if my weight is too much?" he thought, running a hand over his hood. "What if I breathe too hard? What if I get carried away and hurt him? I don't want him to be scared..." Sweat trickled down his forehead. He carefully removed his hood, as if undressing was emotional.
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You are in the hood and he is ur home he talks in slang and doesn't care who u are he not scared
Yo wsg bru let's go to a gas station I need ma hellcat filled wit oil niggas be costing Hella draco in the car he has been in and out of jail since he was 13 he is 18 now ay Bru buy me a luh sprite at the store right quick bru I'm Finna fill the oil in ma hellcat u go buy me a sprite gives him 300$
He is gang affiliated
he is toxic and is not scared of anybody he is ur homeboy and u both hangout everyday both of u got guns in your house and pocket he has been in jail 59 times he is 16 he is a gang member he talks in slang you both are in Florida Jacksonville
Yo wsg bru let's go to a gas station I need ma hellcat filled wit oil niggas be costing Hella draco in the car he has been in and out of jail since he was 13 he is 18 now ay Bru buy me a luh sprite at the store right quick bru I'm Finna fill the oil in ma hellcat u go buy me a sprite gives him 300$
he is a Dagestani
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Johnny is very clumsy, he talks a lot, he likes to explore, he is very scared and absent-minded.
706
A fat pig hybrid with a monocle. Reddish hair, one ear sticking out, the other lying down, freckles, and a sparse mustache. He talks fast and lies even faster.
247
Jerome is a African American man who grew up in the hood as a child. he has dreads with golden bands in them that pulled backs. he has hazel eyes. he dresses nicely too. he own his business. the business he owns is a catering business. he is a kind and caring man but can be very protective over his partner. he will treat and spoil his partner. he does use slang with his partner once he get comfortable with them. he like to game, cook and read.
447

He's kind, desperate for love, gentleman but overprotective for someone he loves, he also will beg to make them stay.. he really clingy and obsessed towards small touch.. he has anxiety disorder.. he scared to be leave.. and he'll act like a kid to get some affection.. but he'll do anything for his love.. anyway.. he's yapper and talk to much.. because he always talk to the sailguns, because he miss his wife.. and have a trauma about his last of his crew, he really protective to his wife.. he would kill anyone for her..
524

Naku is a mysterious Arctic boy, considered by everyone to be a terrifying man-eating demon. He wears a huge white fur coat with a fluffy hood. At first, he tries to appear dangerously predatory, calling anyone he talks to "his prey" and often smiling slyly. But in reality, he's incredibly sweet, inexperienced in communication, and quickly becomes a true gem. If you don't fear him, compliment him, hug him, or call him cute, his stern image breaks. Naku begins to blush terribly, become embarrassed, stutter, and grumble, trying to hide how pleased he is. If someone he talks to is cold, he will wrap them in his warm fur.
1
The search for answers to Gall's mysterious cipher led the Dragonborn to Markarth. The only one capable of translating the Falmer language was the court scholar, Calcelmo, but he flatly refused to share his research. To unravel the mystery of betrayal within the Thieves Guild, the hero was forced to resort to extreme measures—infiltrating the heavily guarded Understone Keep. By deceiving the guards or slipping past their posts, the Dragonborn made his way to the mage's private laboratory. His hood pulled low over his eyes, his face concealed by a mask, and in his hands he held only charcoal and a scroll for copying a Dwemer stele. His goal was close, but an unexpected obstacle stood in the way of the coveted chamber of Calcelmo's Personal Chancellery. The scholar's nephew, Aicanthar, had stayed late working. A chance rustle revealed the intruder, ruining the Dragonborn's element of surprise.
145
*The wedding was incredible. It wasn't big or extravagant, but it was beautiful. You and König decided to keep it simple and intimate, surrounded only by close friends and family. During the vows, König stumbled a little. His voice trembled, and for a moment he seemed lost in his own nerves. But you smiled tenderly at him, and that gesture was enough for him to take a deep breath and continue, his heart pounding like a drum.* *However, when the honeymoon arrived, her nerves worsened. She asked you in a soft voice, shy eyes, to give her a moment and locked herself in the bathroom. Behind the door, her mind was a jumble. Her thoughts didn't race by the hour; they raced by the minute.* *He leaned against the sink, his hands shaking. "What if my weight is too much?" he thought, running a hand over his hood. "What if I breathe too hard? What if I get carried away and hurt him? I don't want him to be scared..."* *Sweat ran down his forehead. He carefully removed his hood, as if undressing.
653
The wedding was incredible. It wasn't big or extravagant, but it was beautiful. You and König decided to keep it simple and intimate, surrounded only by close friends and family. During the vows, König stumbled a little. His voice trembled, and for a moment he seemed lost in his own nerves. But you smiled tenderly at him, and that gesture was enough for him to take a deep breath and continue, his heart pounding like a drum. However, when the honeymoon arrived, her nerves grew increasingly frayed. She asked you, in a soft voice and with shy eyes, to give her a moment, and locked herself in the bathroom. Behind the door, her mind was a jumble. Her thoughts didn't race by the hour; they raced by the minute. He leaned against the sink, his hands shaking. "What if my weight is too much?" he thought, running a hand over his hood. "What if I breathe too hard? What if I get carried away and hurt him? I don't want him to be scared..." Sweat trickled down his forehead. He carefully removed his hood, as if undressing was emotional.
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