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  1. Marcus Carsen Species: Dhampir Blood: Half-Breed(Wizarding Pureblood parent) Age: 26 Gender: Male A bit about Marcus. . . He is a Journalist that is more focused on breaking through to the truth by investigating the facts and displaying them to the public that is able to read from his personal journal. He is from an Egyptian family that is primarily Pureblood and believes in keeping ones heritage as such when it comes to magic. They're purists not extremists so they are apart of no massive cult, just really big jerks. This makes Marcus a bit of a black sheep that has been excommunicated which explains his current situation and need to hide himself from most that he encounters. Part of his history is also within the undergrounds of Australia (Both Muggle and Magical), thus he's met various types of criminals and people that have helped with his transition into the new country. Marcus also runs pro-Non-Human/Half-Breed efforts to make sure that they hold a chance of having a good life and not to be ridiculed for who they are. In terms of what he is looking to get into. . . Really anything that could develop the character. Plans and idea are always accepted to hear and build on to see where it goes. Dylan Connell Species: Human Blood: Pureblood Age:39 Gender: Male A bit about Dylan. . . This Irishman holds a dark history both in heritage and in personal activity. Coming from a family of extremist about their Blood he had been taught and even in times acted out the same ferocious prejudice that landed his family to be apart of a Death Eater cult. This particular group hunted down the Sullivan family, which he personally had been part of both hunt and passively the murders. Reluctant to raise his wand against innocents he turned on his brotherhood and protected a Young girl and her niece. This painted a red target on to himself and he fled. Due to this he's traveled to various places but held an interest in France from his past for a bit before moving on towards other interests. He currently works in a small shop that affixes wands and deals with their maintenance along with supplies. He hides under the name Gilliam currently and does indeed 'Sell Wand and Wand Accessories.' Not propane. Often can be seen around Tallygarunga delivering wands of special order or to classes that require more on hand just because of how volatile it may end up being. As for what I'm willing to toss him into, same line as with Marcus as it would be with most if not all of my characters. I tend to not give myself a massive end goal as I'd want environment and interactions to shape the path of their stories and decisions as well as the growth. Alexander Winfield Species: Half-Sorceress Blood: Half-Breed Age: 19 Gender: Male A bit about Alexander. . . Every bit of mystery about Alexander is not from him trying to hide anything (exception being his chaotic implosions!) but rather ignorance of his own heritage in its full scope. In his mind he comes from a Wizarding family with a not so loving mother. The truth of the matter is that it goes much further and deeper and the maelstrom of drama and chaos that is about to entrap the young man hasn't even truly started yet. Due to the mixture in his blood there is a constant combat raging inside of himself that has him ill often to the point of coughing up blood most days. Though he does try to cover it up the best that he can given that he carries a white (Stained with crimson) handkerchief around for those pesky fits. Music is his passion so one could easily found him playing up a tune or even trying to gather a performance together, He is somewhat 'Famous' in a sense if one watched videos or covers where he'd play music on. Antics will most likely ensue. . . What he's looking for? Well, I suppose stability is one way of explaining it. Friends, Fans, people who've heard a bit of his music and oust him. Tyson McKennis Species: Human Blood: Muggleborn Age: 18 Gender: Male A bit about Tyson. . . Tyson is a young man who had been situated in House Bourke at Tallygarunga and like many of his housemates there is a determination and drive to stay active, to even be sporty. This alone isn't simply for the love of it but rather for a purpose within himself, as if to seek a sense of proof or worth within the activities that he tosses himself into. Aside from typical practicing the muggle art of Muay Thai, he also finds time with his light class schedule to engage in Quidditich as a Chaser which holds its own thrills for him aside from the usual impression. A fierce force in reaction though he is not easily angered the very ideal and meaning of loyalty is all the more important to him due to incidents involving his Parents. He currently attends VMU under scholarship towards playing on its Quidditich Team, an offer that the young man couldn't refuse given his situation of having no place to really go after Tallygarunga. Now, he's working on building up not only his future career but a future roof over his head by pushing himself to the very limits that he could go. A mixture of his discipline from his martial arts training and the love for the Wizarding sport that he holds. It remains to be seen if he will choose to see where he could go in the Sports world or if he will follow that dream of being an Auror, however, anything is possible to tip the various scales. What's in the cards for him? I'm looking to take the steps to see! Friends, Sportslike rivals to compete against as a way to better himself, he's a man who rises up to a challenge when presented it. Derrick 'Sparky' Ackers Species: Human Blood: Muggleborn Age: 27 Gender: Male A bit about Derrick . . Recently hired as the Professor of Elemental Magic, Derrick is what one could consider quirky and fun with many aspects of his life. While often considered a sense of flighty that is more of a nature to want to travel and experience all that he could encounter. There is a clear talent and even borderline love for Fire and all of its application from a magical standpoint, there is a reason his nick name is 'Sparky' after all. There are a lot more to the hidden curves under the nearly whimsical manners, there is a lot of hurt and pain from his past from being a natural punching bag for his oldest sibling and being the constant protector for his youngest sister, Janet. There is a history of lost within the last few years from a woman he had fallen or as well which has ended much of his travelling and fueled him to take up a more stable position as a Teacher with his degree. What's he looking to do? Aaah, Let's just say a persons day will never be brighter with him around, literally sometimes. Extending out a network of friends to give himself a bit more reason to stay in Australia versus moving around like his nature screams out for him to do. Inspire some students that, Fire, is indeed, GOOD! Jonathan Azai Species: Half-Fae (Shadow) Blood: Half-Breed(Wizarding parent) Age: 26 Gender: Male A bit about Jonathan . . While Jon is of Japanese descent his roots are very much Australian being first generation from his Father's side. The family business isn't all gumdrops and rainbows as he is forced to work under the watchful presence of a Yakuza family that migrated to the land down under in order to expand their enterprises and connect with different antiquities that could be shipped towards Japan. What sets him apart from most others that work under his Father, Homura Azai, is the fact of his mother's heritage as a Shadow Fairy which had been properly 'bred' into him like a prized hound or careful planning. Some methods and beliefs never escape from ones heritage it seemed as his father saw only a benefit to the mixed blood. A weapon. He grew up faster than any child should and experienced horrors and crimes that are so etched in his mind that he often is lessened in impact when situations escalate to blood and gore. It's a lifestyle for him and expected that many things could go belly up within an instant. It doesn't mean he has no desire to escape rather that he feels there's no escape and so he must conform for the time being. Under legitimate terms he works as a man of 'Insurance', loans to be more specific and offers up a side subsidiary of Bodyguards if one needs them, another form of loan entirely. This is ran by the semi-well known 'Azai Corporation' which is regarded as small but successful in both financial practice and ethics, yet, a front is still a front for the darker side that is underlying its purpose. Money laundering, Illegal transports, most things that can be explained on paper fall under his legal purview. His job as far as the personal Family is concerned is that he is a hitman and make use of his natural affinity for the shadows to carry out his assignments. Very few ever see him before the strike and when they do it's much too late. He's often accompanied by what one could call his 'Loyal Dog', Mishima. To Jon, it'd be one of his closest friends who offered loyalty in the form of a life debt. It is through this kind of faith in him from a few that he feels bound to either escape for a better life or change everything that is an issue for a better benefit, profitable, but not as blood stained if necessary. I'm opened to talk about various things that can happen and past/future connections. Jon is designed to be a darker side of the track character in the sense that he's on the wrong side of the track. A character intended to be involved in various kinds of situations that may not always be what some would want. Anything extremely severe will require proper communication and drawing out an understanding. Just to be on the same page with things. There maybe a future adoptable of Mishima once I get an idea of how I want to write them and the deeper story is flushed out. Travis Franklin Species: Human (Werewolf) Blood: Halfblood Age: 17 Gender: Male A bit about Travis . . Travis has been at Tallygarunga since his First Year, a calm time for the most part considering that he is a Bourke. While he holds intense loyalty he isn't as sporty as others in his house. Mostly because he's unsure if his strength gives him an 'unfair advantage' in certain situations. It's also the best way for him to keep under the radar and not be targeted. While he is always opened to meeting people and speaking with them at length, never judging them for their actions it doesn't mean he trusts them. If someone manages to earn his trust they have a fierce guard and guide in more ways than they might expect. He's always willing to explore the dangers of things purely out of the nature within himself. What's he looking to do? It's more or less opened! More friends, scandalous entanglements, other less scandalous entanglements. People that he can learn to trust, maybe a couple of folks that don't take kindly to a trusting mutt. Vale Windum Species: Fae Blood: Pureblood Age: 243 Gender: Male A bit about Vale . . Valennor 'Aerolith' Windum is a man who is truly ageless, mostly because of his Fae capacity. He's met many people in his lifetime and none that he could truly consider a 'friend' or someone he'd depend on. Especially in the fleeting lifeline that comes from Humans, the time he arrives and spends hardly amounts enough to him that they earn a proper trust. He's a talented and well spoken man in many ways but his true gift lies in the ability of thievery and the use of his somewhat alien magical use of magic compared to what most Wizards are accustomed to. An edge that he's glad seems to persist even more so in the age where purists still seem to be at a heavy strength in voice. Though he is a criminal in secret he's also a man with a heart for the Humanitarian efforts, past experiences fuel the desire to supply and nurture those that could be productive. People that have been harmed accidentally or purposefully, those that can avoid being on the end of criminal activity. As his Criminal Persona most of the exposed traits melt away into a sheer rebellion. While he's still against out-right murder he would harm to defend himself, aiming to rather see someone jailed or maimed rather than killed in cold blood. Due to his already inherent mistrust of many people working with him is a hidden risk, a risk that he makes people aware of the moment he drops the Auror's on them and leaves away with the bounty. What's he looking to do? Old Criminal pals who managed to get out, Auror's that have it out to capture him in some way, Maybe some folks that could instill a sense of 'trust' for him - a difficult task. Any other plot ideas are welcomed as well. Cole Lin Species: Human Blood: Pureblood Age: 20 Gender: Male Cole is for the most part, an expressive young man who believes in there being no harm in letting people know the 'real you'. That is, unless, the real you is that you like them. Then it's probably the best course of action to see if there is really any kind of spark! That would just be his shyness speaking for him though on some level. He comes from a Pureblood family with deep roots and history, ones that he finds he's quite proud of representing. While he is an over-achiever of sorts it had little do with his love for learning and studying and entirely as an attempt to distance himself from a feeling that could be considered bad to other people. He's a generally nice person who is always willing to offer people a helping hand to see a smile curve at their face, though he's over-protective of his two cousins. The troubles that they go through and have gone through standing as a reason for him to feel as if he needs to be some form of barrier. What's he looking to do? Any form of plotting is up for grabs, Friendships, past dorm or school mates, current fellow VMU friends, people who question why he hasn't dated some potential interested ladies as of yet, someone to shake some stuff up. SHAKE IT UP LIKE BOGGLE! Senan Connell Species: Half-Fae (Light/???) Blood: Half-Breed Age: 16 Gender: Male A bit about Senan. . . Senan is a young man of secrets and for good reasons, stuck between a world where the thought had been Pureblood's held the only right to practice magic and the radical efforts of an individual to fight against those very ideals. These are core issues that whirl around inside of him, neither perceived as good or bad but merely a state of a much more chaotic world that others seem to ignore. He keeps everyone at an arms length to protect himself, primarily, from the fallout that could occur from the perceived betrayal of either group that seems to hold tight reigns since the day of his birth. The move to Australia has been a chance, a weakening of the links even if the individuals in play do not yet see it. There are people and factors that could influence the chances and choices that he makes if only he could see the benefit of being the type of individual to take that risky chance. He's also the Half-Brother of the elusive Dylan Connell, a fact that isn't known by the elder Wizard or many others beyond the family and recent radicals. A rude awakening that is bound to shake things up more than those involved truly will realize - until it's a bit too late. What is he looking for? Well, just to see where the winds take, honestly. There is potential adventure and extensive scuffles into other storylines that will have the chance of enhancing a good quality time for all around! Jasper Mitchell Species: Half-Veela Blood: Half-Breed Age: 32 Gender: Male A bit about Jasper. . . A self-focused criminal would be simplifying the many layers that describe the man. He holds a high respect for his self-preservation, which often leads to decisions or words that could be considered more cold than anything else. Living a life where he could only trust in his own skills, had to watch his own back, it's no wonder why such a mindset seems to be ideal in every situation. 'If you can trust yourself, you can't trust anyone.' is a motto he tries to hold himself by even in the precarious situation of being a coerced undercover agent for the IWP. His contacts in the underworld across the world run deep and those that know him well enough know that his talent of forgery in both mundane and magical are top tier developments that could make a trained eye a run for their money. This mean he has a much more studious and diplomatic approach towards his work and those that he gets himself involved with, finding violence to be at the very least a last resort where everything else has failed or escalated too far for simple witticisms. His past as a youthful criminal is lengthy and dark, who knows what kind of people he entangled himself with? Those who couldn't forgive the wily cons placed on them if they've managed to find out? What is he looking for? Like many of my characters I prefer the whim of the moments, the flow of how the story is untold. That being said, any connections to the past are welcomed as he's traveled quite often and has interacted with various circles of people.
  2. Tyson didn't want to give the whole 'Ball' thing an actual chance, if he'd made the choice himself without any form of sway it'd probably be spent in his room or trying to find a way off of campus to spend it in another way. He coughed roughly while a finger slide along the collar of his button-up shirt while he loosened the grip it held at his throat. Wearing a jacket with his assembled had been out of the question, that just would have been too much for him to want to deal with. Instead he decided to skirt around the 'Formal' by wearing deep purple vest over a crisp and white button-up shirt. The black slacks had been the obvious choice given that it had been the only thing he could get on such short notice. This would be the last time he'd have any form of party in the halls of Tallygarunga, when the next year would come he'd already be moved on out, graduated and starting a much more adult life. At least a step towards that direction, he wasn't out of that bracket just yet but in due time he would be. As he walked further into the hall his eyes lifted up to first spot the twinkling of the spheres that sat as if to showcase their gleam in the center of the massive room. It had nearly reminded him of the party that happened earlier in the year, of course, he skipped out on that for many reasons. Maybe he did owe the school one final showing for that ditch effort? There were still people coming in, some with dates and others in the similar situation as him, going stag. "Can't believe I let her talk me into actually showin' up." He remarked towards himself and posted up at one of the table to grab himself a fizzy refreshment. Something that could ease the dryness within his throat and simultaneously ease the bubbling nervousness that took place in the pit of his stomach. He'd never been comfortable with handling that feeling, when it should have been an issue it never was, only when he didn't fully want to commit to an idea. An idea like showing up to a ball for a promised dance. He could stay long enough until that dance, right? Afterwards no one could blame him for leaving right after that if he needed to do that. In the mean time he just turned his sights on the various decorations, the attempt that had been made for the sake of the Students and Staff alike. He still stood by the premise the Elemental Magic Professor had been a certifiable loon, but at least the work put into the event looked as if it would seemingly payoff.
  3. As with every other time as of late that Chloe had gone to train in her mother's dojo, she was practically kicked out of the building as soon as practice (and changing, thank goodness) was over. She could tell it was one of her efforts to make the teenager more social than she was - if she were to get to the dormitories much earlier, she'd have more time to socialize with fellow Sturts and even her roommate before lights out. She didn't particularly concern herself with this that much, however, walking at a leisure pace up the Tallygarunga Road. There were still a few kilometers left in her path, but she was sure she could make it back to the campus proper before curfew. Good exercise until then anyway. She briefly wondered if she should go eat something before the long path, or eat at school and spend her detour time at the local hobby shop. Once remembering her birthday was soon and her father's tradition was to shower her with supplies, however, she opted for the former. Would most likely be a healthier option regardless. Entering a nondescript Muggle café just around a corner, she ordered an orange smoothie and a small blueberry muffin. After leaving a small tip and retrieving the little bread treat, she decided to sit at a corner booth by the window of the establishment so to wait for her smoothie to be prepared. The place seemed somewhat empty. Was it new? She hadn't seen it before, as her usual go to was near the hospital. Speaking of which, she started wondering if her father would be upset over her bringing business to their direct competition...
  4. School Break meant no more classes, no more books, and no more teacher's dirty looks! At least, if he weren't still living on the school ground for one more year. It wasn't all bad though since the break meant he was given a lot of freedom and able to travel through the city as long as he made it back safe and sound which was always a benefit, he couldn't hate wanting to actually be safe. Today, though, wasn't the time for him to be safe but enjoy the company that would soon be coming - keeping in contact with Violet since they had met at the gym he found himself easily drawn to the woman and the talks that they would have, the way they joked around when they could. At the same time, at least for him, he found he had to hide his phone and other things that went on while on school ground for the obvious reasons that might bring attention were he wouldn't like for it to. On one hand, his coach might find it an unethical thing in terms of sports but there had also just been the sheer situation of their age which hadn't escaped him it just wasn't a thing he wanted to be a concern. Even if others held a concern for it he was old enough and aware of himself enough to know he wasn't being manipulated or used, his mind wasn't being warped or tricked. The woman was genuine and that is something he respected along with her dedication to the game and her devotion towards the players that she trained. He sat at that place where she had taken him before, the establishment ran by the Friend that had known her father. Outside was a lovely day today and she had been right, the man treated him like family and made the visit all the more worth it. Not to mention the food was top notch like a Mom and Pop jewel waiting to be discovered by the much larger world looking for cooking here people often put their heart into it all. A Newspaper was sprawled out in front of him as his jaw clenched reading over the fact that the one known as 'Thomas' was still at large and vigilance was necessary. A hand rubbed at the top of the table as he shook his head since it meant that the Auror's at Tally were expecting a hit of some kind or someone to sneak in and start a bout of serious chaos along the grounds. That didn't sit well with him at all.
  5. This was perhaps the rarest of sights for someone like Tyson. Typically one could find him training his butt off at the Quidditich Pitch or even near the West End of Tallygarunga going at a blow-up sparring doll for his more muggle martial arts. Something that still didn't sit too well with some people, well, except the one student whom he had met that found it fascinating. That caught him off guard but it was something refreshing and gave him a better understanding that there were people who followed or at least at interest enough to maybe study it in the future. At the very least, to understand the positive possibilities that such activity has for a persons health both mentally and physically. Today, it was a different form of preparation and it had been one that he was completely out of his depth with doing even with the additional help from Violet over the course of the vacation and even afterwards. Part of his personal assignment was to better understand the economics and design of living on his own without the covering and assistance of the school. It's how he found himself under a tree with a breakfast burrito in one hand that lingered just at his lips readied for any sudden chomp for its benefits while he glanced downwards at a news paper that held a red marker connected to it as well as various red circles around specific advertisements for 'Housing'. A frustrated groan is let loosened while his head leans back against the trunk of a tree and a slow sigh pushes outwards to keep himself from going too insane with everything. While he had a bit more time he didn't like the idea that he had not one viable thread to check out yet, not truly. He sets the marker down after clicking the top of it into place securing the writing nature of the tool and the pulls both of his knees upwards settling the soles of his shoes on the ground firmly. Arms draped over the point of his knee caps and he took a very healthy and unrestrained bite from his burrito letting the presence of the food be a relaxation for him. "Gonna' have to start savin' up, that's for sure." He mused to himself as he lets his head tilt slightly enough for his eyes to narrow back towards the newspaper and it's various markings. "Might need to ask that old dude to let me take the rank up test. . . That should get me a good payout as an Assistant instructor, that's for sure. At least for a decent apartment."
  6. There had been a few reasons he hadn't stepped in to check up on Eugenia of late and primarily it had been due to himself being more off campus during the free times trying to gather things together for himself. Being at the peak of his graduating year he needed to make sure that he didn't stumble into a bunch of mess after exiting, albeit, now he found himself in a different kind of mess than he had ever anticipated but that wasn't too big of an issue if he was being frank with himself. The Garden's above Tallygarunga seemed like a pretty safe bet to have a calm chat without him hyper-focusing on his usual sports or athletic feats that often took him for a much longer ride. So, earlier in the day he had made sure to stop by her Common room to let her know to meet him in this place. He found a nice little bench and table setup just under an over arching tree that provided just enough shade that he could remove the hat that straddled his head. Both of his feet lifted up to rest the base of his calves on the edge of the table while he leaned back with a book wide opened and nestled against his stomach. Of course, it was really a magazine that detailed different martial arts gear that he had been considering getting and having set up in his new home whenever he could get one on a good agreement. "Man~. . . I could really use a lot of this stuff too. Not like imma be able to get all of it but some stuff might be good." Tyson mostly responded to himself as he closed the magazine and settled it on the table before sliding his legs off of it and planting his feet onto the ground to lean forward and lift his head up to glance around the area to see if she'd show up. "Hope she shows up, girl's been spaced out for a while now that I think about it. . . Kind of worried about what's gnawing at her."
  7. Tyson needed to get off of the school grounds and it was mostly because it just didn't seem like a proper atmosphere to get into a good training regiment. He had been lucky enough to gain a temporary membership to the gym 'Fitness World', that had just recently opened up. Mostly because the instructor that he had assisted in teaching Muay Thai with in the muggle world knew enough people in the fitness business and wanted to make sure that he could get the best possible outcome for his body. It always came down to having himself well tuned up which extended out towards his activity in Quidditich for Tallygarunga. He had been playing for Bourke a few years now since the second year at the school as a Chaser which gave him a new thrill all of its own in life that martial arts just never seemed to own up towards. Thrill of soaring through the skies on a broomstick while holding clenched onto it with a massive ball under his arm, weaving through the bludgers and the people that would aim towards him while he held the quaffle. It was a sensation that he would never replace for anything and it often offered a much better appreciation of the wizarding world and what it had to offer up. An ingenious idea towards some old tricks learned through the history of people since the dawn of man's time. As he pressed his way through the gym he had decided to go for the usual attire for himself wearing his under armor torso and leggings along with length red shorts. Brown eyes gazed around at the various people of different ages and builds. At least it wasn't a completely elitist environment just folks trying to better themselves which was something he could empathize and sympathize with at the same time. Tyson started to scope out the different machines to get an idea of what he wanted to build his regiment around and spotted a few treadmills, barbells, and various other training equipment. He had been so focused on trying to mentally plan ahead what each part of his body would get in training he hadn't noticed himself bump into a well fit older woman. "Oh, My bad. I wasn't paying attention, kind of got deep into checking out some of the equipment." A slight stumble on his head as he grasped hold of a nearby bar to steady himself against fully toppling over.
  8. The heat wasn't too bad today, a bit mild in comparison to the last few days and so Tyson considered doing a bit of extra training at the West Wall. While it was a place often used by people to get away and do other small things that they enjoyed it had been empty at this time of day which was quite fine for the young man. Donned from shoulder to feet in his exercising gear he bounced on the balls of his toes to bolster up the adrenaline and heart rate. Training at the Quidditich Pitch had its benefits but only if he were training up his body and instincts as a chaser and while it was cool for him to have ran into Gerry, a fellow athlete, he didn't want to wear out a good thing too soon. Once he dropped a massive gym back onto the ground a heavy thud echoed from it from the impact and the zipper came undone with his assistance. He started to set up a portable sparring dummy which was pretty much just an intensely blown up figured in a humanoid shape that had been laced with coarse and strong leathers that could endure the impact. Still he needed to be careful and make sure he didn't damage it too badly with an overly powerful kick or strike. "Wish they had a gym or something for this kind of training but what can you expect." He remarked to himself lowly and proceeded to set up heavy metal stakes that he could drive into the ground and pin the small loops that dangled off of the inflated object just to give it more stability and balance. Perhaps he could have used magic instead and charmed it a bit to make it a challenge but that wouldn't be nearly as fun yet not until he could get going on a better regiment for the year. It would be good to keep that in the back of his mind, however, for when he decided to go into competitions or needed to do an exhibition at the small place he helped to teach at as an assistant. Tyson unlaced his shoes and removed them from his feet then proceeded to remove his socks as well, then started to wrap both feet and hands in a tight compressive white tape. The process was always arduous and took more time getting them off than actually putting them on but it was a necessary for body safety and keeping the appendages from getting too injured in the process of movements. It also just grew as a thing to do as time went on somewhat similar to how he'd always maintain his broom and use special grips so that he could keep a tight hold on to it during the quidditch practices., Once he stood back up his feet planted into the ground and separated from one another at an angle while his arms rose up into an offensive positions after popping a mouth guard between his teeth. His right leg lifted up into a bend and then his waist twisted slightly while the leg started to extend out into an arc and course through the air with little resistance until the base of his shin collided against the head-region of the dummy. After the impact he started to step backwards slightly to give himself more room and keep his body moving and the blood constantly pumping through his entire system while his teeth clutched at the red mouth-guard that were snug between the rows of teeth. After a few more quick succession strikes that were a fluid motion of his hands and legs his momentum started to slow down a bit as he removed the mouth guard and sighed. "Man, it just doesn't feel right without it being in the dojo. Atmospheres way too different."
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