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☆❜Jacob⇣ sha ↻Xavier⋮⊰ sha ( Arkwright )
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「All men✸are born ●»with a nose && ten fingers :✦◟
〈☇But no one❖ゝwas born with a ↻knowledge of God♞
〈☇But no one❖ゝwas born with a ↻knowledge of God♞
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xillusion shade People call me: JAKE
xillusion shade Candles on the cake: TWENTY EIGHT
xillusion shade Last I checked I was a: MALE
xillusion shade Look at them: GIRLS (HETEROSEXUAL)
xillusion shade They weren't so well known: UNKNOWN
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ABOUT ME ☬╯
Once Upon A Time:
A tendril of lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating the dark gray storm clouds that rumbled slowly along the Seattle coastline. Thunder crackled in the distance like that of a villain's laughter as the wind blew ever harder, almost causing the man's fedora to fly off his head. He kept a firm hand on it now, battling against the summer storm that had frightened many of the city's citizens into the safety and comfort of their own home. He snorted softly; it did not make much difference whether he was outside or inside. His apartment was so damn broken being outside in this mess was almost preferable. He clutched the tattered trenchcoat tighter to his chest, though the pounding rain had already thoroughly drenched it, so it provided no real warmth. He had the look of a drowned rat. The man sighed through his nose, deciding to take a break for the moment. Although rain was almost a daily occurrence in Seattle, the storms always caught him off guard. The man moaned softly to himself as he settled himself on a damp bench that had been put near a bus stop, leaning back as he closed his eyes, his face facing upwards to the sky. His back ached badly nowadays; if only he could afford to go to a doctor.Though, it was only to be expected; he was old, fifty two years of age now, and had definitely not been taking care of himself very well.
Droplets of water fell on his eyelids, pounding his wrinkled face with ice cold rain. The man didn't move though; if there was anything he liked about the rain, it was the way it felt on his skin, always managing to make him feel as if he were not so old at all. There was silence in the city, that is, if you excluded the pounding thunder and hissing lightning strikes. The man seemed at peace until suddenly a very loud, very obnoxious sound entered his thoughts. The sound of a baby crying. And boy did it have a voice. The dark-haired man squinted his eyes, gazing for the source of the sound. He could tell it was coming from down the street, coming closer and closer towards him. Hesitantly, he sat up before finally standing, wiping the drops of rainwater from his spectacles so he could see better through the downpour. He could just barely make out a figure; from the tightness of the coat she wore that revealed a curvy figure, he guessed it a young female. In her arms was a bundle of ... well, something. Though, from the increase of sound as she approached, he guessed it was the baby. The woman did not seem to notice him, scurrying to the mouth of an alley several yards away from him. She looked both ways several times before focusing on the child in her arms. She kissed the child lightly on the forehead, murmuring something in his ear before bending down, almost as if she were going to put him on the ground.
The man with the fedora was watching with a raised eyebrow now, curious, yet alarmed as well. Was the young lady planning on leaving her child in the alleyway? Then suddenly, the woman paused, glancing upwards at the man. Striking blue eyes met his for a moment, and the storm seemed to stop in its procession. Then the rain seemed to pour harder, the lightning strikes quicker, and the thunder louder as the woman stood up straight again, walking quickly towards him. Finally, the man could see her face; she was beautiful. Flawless porcelain skin, honey blonde hair that was swept over her shoulders, and the most gorgeous blue eyes he had ever seen that shone a fiery determination. She gave him a careful once over before holding out the bundle in her hands. "Will you ... take care of him for me?" Her voice broke, as if uttering those words were the hardest things she had ever done. The man blinked. "M-me?" he asked, unsure if he had heard her correctly. "Please sir, I-I can't take care of him. I just can't. Please, take care of him for me?" Tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks, intermingling with the rain hitting her face. The man hesitated, but seeing her tears seemed to crack his heart in two. "I .... I will," he finally said, a determined firmness in his voice. He stretched out his arms to take the newborn. The woman hesitated for several moments before thrusting the baby in his arms, turning on her heel and running back into the street, sobs racking her shoulders as she left crying into the night. The man stood watching her until she had faded into the downpour before turning his gaze on the baby. Tufts of dark hair stuck to his head, and he blinked large, almond-shaped midnight black eyes, their gaze depthless. A small smile tugged on the corners of the man's lips and he spoke softly to the baby boy, the one who would soon become his adopted son. "I think I'll name you .... Jacob."
Jacob Xavier Arkwright had literally been handed into a life of poverty and hardship. Soon after his mother had left him in the hands of a mere stranger, the same man - one Sebastian James Arkwright - adopted him as his own. Simply living had always been hard for Sebastian, but having an infant to take care of as well proved to be almost more than he could handle at times. Stealing food for the child became a necessity, as well as clothes and other things an infant required. Their grungy apartment was inadequate by most public health and safety standards, and so Jacob was very prone to illnesses as a baby and a young child. During tax season, the two fled to the streets of Seattle to live, seeing as Sebastian lacked money to pay any taxes at all. Jacob lived half of his childhood as a homeless person, and the other half as something pretty darn close. Jacob never once complained; he was simply content that he wasn't forced to go through the lifestyle alone. Dutifully, he stole what was needed for his adopted father, who's back pain grew worse by the day so that simply standing up was a burden, and had become the main family provider by the age of ten. He took on the oddest, least wanted jobs, if only to get enough money for regular doctor visits for his father. Jacob made sure most of the money he was paid, which wasn't very much to begin with, went to help his father, and so was often seen wearing ragged, dirty clothing and had a very skeletal build.
Sebastian's lineage consisted of a father from the Tlingit tribe of Native Americans and a Caucasian mother who had lived their life out at one of a few various reserves. His father taught him basic skills of a Native American, including hunting, archery, and more cultural skills such as carving. Sebastian had left the reserve at age twenty in favor of a city life, and had never gone back because of his pride. So, as Jacob grew older, he passed on the skills of the Tlingit people to him, going out into forests that surrounded that could be found near Seattle to practice. Jacob had a natural knack for these things, and was soon hunting for their food when he couldn't steal it and practicing archery for the fun of it. He did other things related to the Tlingit people, but seemed to enjoy these activities most. Aside from being a natural at hunting, Jacob also shined in academics. Despite his ADHD, he skipped the fourth and seventh grade in elementary and middle school. When Jacob turned eleven, he took up an interest in various forms of martial arts; upon encouragement from Sebastian, he joined the mixed martial arts, Jiu-Jitsu, and judo clubs at his middle and high school as well as wrestling. Though his schedule grew busy and he could not take as good of care of his father as before, it turned out to be a profitable choice in the long run. He excelled in these clubs, and was soon at the top of each one as a high school sophomore. The adults of each club were extremely impressed with his skill at such a young age compared to their other students and asked if he could teach a class for younger learners on the weekends. When they mentioned pay, Jacob immediately accepted their offers.
And so, because of Jacob's talent in hand-to-hand combat, the money he earned from teaching children ages seven through ten various forms of it improved his lfestyle considerably. He and Sebastian no longer had to scrounge for food from dumpsters or rob a grocery store every time their hunger grew to be too much to bear. The clothes Jacob wore only improved ever so slightly but he was still happy with the way things had changed for the better. Jacob graduated high school at age sixteen, but had no idea what career to pursue. His club teachers and even his adopted father said he had done well as a teacher of young children and suggested he take on a career in education. Jacob had taken a week to think this through before agreeing; after all, it was an improvement on becoming a Marine, and he would still be able to take care of Sebastian as well. Because his father was of Tlingit descent, Jacob attended the University of Washington free of charge. His grades were just as good as a college student and he usually did his homework late into the night, sneaking into the university's library whenever possible t complete his assignments. Two years into attending college, Sebastian died of old age and medical problems concerning his back, which Jacob had been saving up money to pay for the necessary surgery. The college student was forced to bury the man in the cemetery closest to their apartment himself and carve his tombstone as well. Nevertheless, the amount of money Jacob had saved up for the surgery at this point was quite considerable indeed, and so used it to pay for a college dorm that he could live comfortably enough in, even without any luxuries such as a chair or a bed.
Jacob passed every one of his courses without a hitch and went on to get his Ph. D. and Master's, which he received at age twenty four. At this point, he was doing even better than students up to a decade older than him. He completed his training as an assistant teacher two years later and after taking part in another course during the summer, was given status as an eligible college professor at any university in the country. Jacob was hardly given a day to fill out an application anywhere when he was invited back to teach at the University of Washington by the president, who had been paying heed to the adult's academic success. Jacob accepted immediately, taking on teaching the course of the history of international warfare. He taught students at a range of ages full time for the fall and spring semesters. The salary he received instantly shot him up to middle class, though it wouldn't seem very much to another person who had already that social status. He was able to rent a moderately nice apartment near the university, and now was able to afford simple luxuries, though he used the money sparingly. Despite one small incident in his class for the fall term, his first year as a college professor was rather uneventful. Summer vacation for the university's professors came, and Jacob was offered the opportunity to lecture a group of college students at New York University on the Crusades. Though the compensation wasn't very much, he accepted because he wished to travel out of the state of Washington for once.
Jacob has always seen strange things as a child. Monster-like shadows looming out of the alley, suspicious figures in trench coats over seven feet tall that always seemed to stop and stare at him, and at times, students that seemed to have hooves on their feet. But nothing strange ever confronted him directly, and he had never minded very much. Jacob had just been cleaning up after finishing his lecture, rolling the projector he had been using away into the room he had found it in when one of the college students blocked his path. He wished to speak with Jacob privately and so he complied, leading him into an empty lab room. This is where the student revealed that they were not just a student, but a satyr, with the goatly hindquarters to prove it. Jacob took the news that his father was actually a Greek god rather well, as Sebastian had already given him the details of how Jacob came to be in his hands. After that, it was a simple matter for Jacob to have anything important he'd left in Seattle shipped to him by a fellow professor and leave him the spare set of keys to take care of his apartment as he said he had some personal business to attend to. Jacob left NYU the next day, boarding a bus to Manhattan and then a ferry to take them to Long Island. By the time the two had stepped over the camp's borders, Jacob was now fully informed about the world that he had never known about, yet at the same time apart of, and his life as a demigod began.
Little Old Me:
Jacob appears to be very unemotional in nature to those around him. It isn't that he does not have feelings for the world around him; it is more that he never reveals them. It is a trait that has been evident in him throughout his childhood and beyond, with no particular reason behind it. He is also very blunt whether or not chooses to be and can be extremely sarcastic if he is in the mood, though his tone hints at his dry humor. Jacob tends to take whatever life throws at him rather calmly, and is able to easily adapt to new situations. He is extremely intelligent and patient, as expected. He is logical and clever as well, which comes with someone who has often had to fly under the radar of the Seattle police force. Jacob tends to come off to some as secretive and mysterious, though he doesn't have very many dark secrets concerning his past to hide at all. He is also the observant type, preferring to sit back and examine a situation from all sides before deciding what course of action to take. The demigod is independent as well; he can provide for himself, whether he is dropped smack dab into the middle of the Amazon or left in a foreign country where everything is absolutely bizarre to him. Jacob is also worthy of the trust of anyone he is on moderate terms with and is extremely hard for anyone to read the emotions of. Also, concerning individuals in need that are at least several years younger than him, the man is found to be quite selfless, almost parental, but not quite. This also occurs with those that seem desperate and helpless, regardless of their age. Though, with his peers and older, Jacob holds respect so long as it is returned, but is not quite as helpful if the situation is not drastic. He believes that anyone over the age of twenty eight can fend for themselves, and if they cannot, they will simply have to learn how to. Though, if there were ever a fault in Jacob, it would be the tendency of his anger to snap at any given moment, at any given thing. Usually, it is when his tolerance for the irritating has snapped. It is rare for anyone to see this ahead of time, and they realize just how much they've irked the man when they're lying on the floor with a broken jaw or with a cracked femur.
Once Upon A Time:
A tendril of lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating the dark gray storm clouds that rumbled slowly along the Seattle coastline. Thunder crackled in the distance like that of a villain's laughter as the wind blew ever harder, almost causing the man's fedora to fly off his head. He kept a firm hand on it now, battling against the summer storm that had frightened many of the city's citizens into the safety and comfort of their own home. He snorted softly; it did not make much difference whether he was outside or inside. His apartment was so damn broken being outside in this mess was almost preferable. He clutched the tattered trenchcoat tighter to his chest, though the pounding rain had already thoroughly drenched it, so it provided no real warmth. He had the look of a drowned rat. The man sighed through his nose, deciding to take a break for the moment. Although rain was almost a daily occurrence in Seattle, the storms always caught him off guard. The man moaned softly to himself as he settled himself on a damp bench that had been put near a bus stop, leaning back as he closed his eyes, his face facing upwards to the sky. His back ached badly nowadays; if only he could afford to go to a doctor.Though, it was only to be expected; he was old, fifty two years of age now, and had definitely not been taking care of himself very well.
Droplets of water fell on his eyelids, pounding his wrinkled face with ice cold rain. The man didn't move though; if there was anything he liked about the rain, it was the way it felt on his skin, always managing to make him feel as if he were not so old at all. There was silence in the city, that is, if you excluded the pounding thunder and hissing lightning strikes. The man seemed at peace until suddenly a very loud, very obnoxious sound entered his thoughts. The sound of a baby crying. And boy did it have a voice. The dark-haired man squinted his eyes, gazing for the source of the sound. He could tell it was coming from down the street, coming closer and closer towards him. Hesitantly, he sat up before finally standing, wiping the drops of rainwater from his spectacles so he could see better through the downpour. He could just barely make out a figure; from the tightness of the coat she wore that revealed a curvy figure, he guessed it a young female. In her arms was a bundle of ... well, something. Though, from the increase of sound as she approached, he guessed it was the baby. The woman did not seem to notice him, scurrying to the mouth of an alley several yards away from him. She looked both ways several times before focusing on the child in her arms. She kissed the child lightly on the forehead, murmuring something in his ear before bending down, almost as if she were going to put him on the ground.
The man with the fedora was watching with a raised eyebrow now, curious, yet alarmed as well. Was the young lady planning on leaving her child in the alleyway? Then suddenly, the woman paused, glancing upwards at the man. Striking blue eyes met his for a moment, and the storm seemed to stop in its procession. Then the rain seemed to pour harder, the lightning strikes quicker, and the thunder louder as the woman stood up straight again, walking quickly towards him. Finally, the man could see her face; she was beautiful. Flawless porcelain skin, honey blonde hair that was swept over her shoulders, and the most gorgeous blue eyes he had ever seen that shone a fiery determination. She gave him a careful once over before holding out the bundle in her hands. "Will you ... take care of him for me?" Her voice broke, as if uttering those words were the hardest things she had ever done. The man blinked. "M-me?" he asked, unsure if he had heard her correctly. "Please sir, I-I can't take care of him. I just can't. Please, take care of him for me?" Tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks, intermingling with the rain hitting her face. The man hesitated, but seeing her tears seemed to crack his heart in two. "I .... I will," he finally said, a determined firmness in his voice. He stretched out his arms to take the newborn. The woman hesitated for several moments before thrusting the baby in his arms, turning on her heel and running back into the street, sobs racking her shoulders as she left crying into the night. The man stood watching her until she had faded into the downpour before turning his gaze on the baby. Tufts of dark hair stuck to his head, and he blinked large, almond-shaped midnight black eyes, their gaze depthless. A small smile tugged on the corners of the man's lips and he spoke softly to the baby boy, the one who would soon become his adopted son. "I think I'll name you .... Jacob."
Jacob Xavier Arkwright had literally been handed into a life of poverty and hardship. Soon after his mother had left him in the hands of a mere stranger, the same man - one Sebastian James Arkwright - adopted him as his own. Simply living had always been hard for Sebastian, but having an infant to take care of as well proved to be almost more than he could handle at times. Stealing food for the child became a necessity, as well as clothes and other things an infant required. Their grungy apartment was inadequate by most public health and safety standards, and so Jacob was very prone to illnesses as a baby and a young child. During tax season, the two fled to the streets of Seattle to live, seeing as Sebastian lacked money to pay any taxes at all. Jacob lived half of his childhood as a homeless person, and the other half as something pretty darn close. Jacob never once complained; he was simply content that he wasn't forced to go through the lifestyle alone. Dutifully, he stole what was needed for his adopted father, who's back pain grew worse by the day so that simply standing up was a burden, and had become the main family provider by the age of ten. He took on the oddest, least wanted jobs, if only to get enough money for regular doctor visits for his father. Jacob made sure most of the money he was paid, which wasn't very much to begin with, went to help his father, and so was often seen wearing ragged, dirty clothing and had a very skeletal build.
Sebastian's lineage consisted of a father from the Tlingit tribe of Native Americans and a Caucasian mother who had lived their life out at one of a few various reserves. His father taught him basic skills of a Native American, including hunting, archery, and more cultural skills such as carving. Sebastian had left the reserve at age twenty in favor of a city life, and had never gone back because of his pride. So, as Jacob grew older, he passed on the skills of the Tlingit people to him, going out into forests that surrounded that could be found near Seattle to practice. Jacob had a natural knack for these things, and was soon hunting for their food when he couldn't steal it and practicing archery for the fun of it. He did other things related to the Tlingit people, but seemed to enjoy these activities most. Aside from being a natural at hunting, Jacob also shined in academics. Despite his ADHD, he skipped the fourth and seventh grade in elementary and middle school. When Jacob turned eleven, he took up an interest in various forms of martial arts; upon encouragement from Sebastian, he joined the mixed martial arts, Jiu-Jitsu, and judo clubs at his middle and high school as well as wrestling. Though his schedule grew busy and he could not take as good of care of his father as before, it turned out to be a profitable choice in the long run. He excelled in these clubs, and was soon at the top of each one as a high school sophomore. The adults of each club were extremely impressed with his skill at such a young age compared to their other students and asked if he could teach a class for younger learners on the weekends. When they mentioned pay, Jacob immediately accepted their offers.
And so, because of Jacob's talent in hand-to-hand combat, the money he earned from teaching children ages seven through ten various forms of it improved his lfestyle considerably. He and Sebastian no longer had to scrounge for food from dumpsters or rob a grocery store every time their hunger grew to be too much to bear. The clothes Jacob wore only improved ever so slightly but he was still happy with the way things had changed for the better. Jacob graduated high school at age sixteen, but had no idea what career to pursue. His club teachers and even his adopted father said he had done well as a teacher of young children and suggested he take on a career in education. Jacob had taken a week to think this through before agreeing; after all, it was an improvement on becoming a Marine, and he would still be able to take care of Sebastian as well. Because his father was of Tlingit descent, Jacob attended the University of Washington free of charge. His grades were just as good as a college student and he usually did his homework late into the night, sneaking into the university's library whenever possible t complete his assignments. Two years into attending college, Sebastian died of old age and medical problems concerning his back, which Jacob had been saving up money to pay for the necessary surgery. The college student was forced to bury the man in the cemetery closest to their apartment himself and carve his tombstone as well. Nevertheless, the amount of money Jacob had saved up for the surgery at this point was quite considerable indeed, and so used it to pay for a college dorm that he could live comfortably enough in, even without any luxuries such as a chair or a bed.
Jacob passed every one of his courses without a hitch and went on to get his Ph. D. and Master's, which he received at age twenty four. At this point, he was doing even better than students up to a decade older than him. He completed his training as an assistant teacher two years later and after taking part in another course during the summer, was given status as an eligible college professor at any university in the country. Jacob was hardly given a day to fill out an application anywhere when he was invited back to teach at the University of Washington by the president, who had been paying heed to the adult's academic success. Jacob accepted immediately, taking on teaching the course of the history of international warfare. He taught students at a range of ages full time for the fall and spring semesters. The salary he received instantly shot him up to middle class, though it wouldn't seem very much to another person who had already that social status. He was able to rent a moderately nice apartment near the university, and now was able to afford simple luxuries, though he used the money sparingly. Despite one small incident in his class for the fall term, his first year as a college professor was rather uneventful. Summer vacation for the university's professors came, and Jacob was offered the opportunity to lecture a group of college students at New York University on the Crusades. Though the compensation wasn't very much, he accepted because he wished to travel out of the state of Washington for once.
Jacob has always seen strange things as a child. Monster-like shadows looming out of the alley, suspicious figures in trench coats over seven feet tall that always seemed to stop and stare at him, and at times, students that seemed to have hooves on their feet. But nothing strange ever confronted him directly, and he had never minded very much. Jacob had just been cleaning up after finishing his lecture, rolling the projector he had been using away into the room he had found it in when one of the college students blocked his path. He wished to speak with Jacob privately and so he complied, leading him into an empty lab room. This is where the student revealed that they were not just a student, but a satyr, with the goatly hindquarters to prove it. Jacob took the news that his father was actually a Greek god rather well, as Sebastian had already given him the details of how Jacob came to be in his hands. After that, it was a simple matter for Jacob to have anything important he'd left in Seattle shipped to him by a fellow professor and leave him the spare set of keys to take care of his apartment as he said he had some personal business to attend to. Jacob left NYU the next day, boarding a bus to Manhattan and then a ferry to take them to Long Island. By the time the two had stepped over the camp's borders, Jacob was now fully informed about the world that he had never known about, yet at the same time apart of, and his life as a demigod began.
Little Old Me:
Jacob appears to be very unemotional in nature to those around him. It isn't that he does not have feelings for the world around him; it is more that he never reveals them. It is a trait that has been evident in him throughout his childhood and beyond, with no particular reason behind it. He is also very blunt whether or not chooses to be and can be extremely sarcastic if he is in the mood, though his tone hints at his dry humor. Jacob tends to take whatever life throws at him rather calmly, and is able to easily adapt to new situations. He is extremely intelligent and patient, as expected. He is logical and clever as well, which comes with someone who has often had to fly under the radar of the Seattle police force. Jacob tends to come off to some as secretive and mysterious, though he doesn't have very many dark secrets concerning his past to hide at all. He is also the observant type, preferring to sit back and examine a situation from all sides before deciding what course of action to take. The demigod is independent as well; he can provide for himself, whether he is dropped smack dab into the middle of the Amazon or left in a foreign country where everything is absolutely bizarre to him. Jacob is also worthy of the trust of anyone he is on moderate terms with and is extremely hard for anyone to read the emotions of. Also, concerning individuals in need that are at least several years younger than him, the man is found to be quite selfless, almost parental, but not quite. This also occurs with those that seem desperate and helpless, regardless of their age. Though, with his peers and older, Jacob holds respect so long as it is returned, but is not quite as helpful if the situation is not drastic. He believes that anyone over the age of twenty eight can fend for themselves, and if they cannot, they will simply have to learn how to. Though, if there were ever a fault in Jacob, it would be the tendency of his anger to snap at any given moment, at any given thing. Usually, it is when his tolerance for the irritating has snapped. It is rare for anyone to see this ahead of time, and they realize just how much they've irked the man when they're lying on the floor with a broken jaw or with a cracked femur.
MORE THAN MEETS THE EYES ♋
My Talent: shade
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Weapon of Choice: shade
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Gimme: shade
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Take them away: shade
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My Kryptonite: shade
☫ DISTRUST IN SUPPORT xillusion shade
My Jam: shade
HERO - SKILLET xillusion shade
GOD'S AWAY ON BUSINESS - TOM WAITS xillusion shade
Want to know More: shade
Jacob owns a used motorcycle that, when bored, he drives to Manhattan to play his saxophone on street corners. xillusion shade
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Weapon of Choice: shade
⊱ SHORT SWORD; LENGTHENS INTO LONGER SWORD xillusion shade
⊱ BOW AND QUIVER OF ARROWS xillusion shade
Gimme: shade
❥ TEACHING xillusion shade
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❥ ALONE TIME xillusion shade
❥ BOOKS xillusion shade
❥ RENAISSANCE ART xillusion shade
❥ EXPLORING xillusion shade
❥ JAZZ MUSIC xillusion shade
❥ HISTORY; OF WAR ESPECIALLY xillusion shade
❥ FASHIONABLE CLOTHING xillusion shade
Take them away: shade
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✗ UNEDUCATED INDIVIDUALS xillusion shade
✗ MONDAYS xillusion shade
✗ FAIRY TALES xillusion shade
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✗ LOSING THINGS xillusion shade
✗ GRADING TERM PAPERS xillusion shade
My Kryptonite: shade
☫ DISTRUST IN SUPPORT xillusion shade
My Jam: shade
HERO - SKILLET xillusion shade
GOD'S AWAY ON BUSINESS - TOM WAITS xillusion shade
Want to know More: shade
Jacob owns a used motorcycle that, when bored, he drives to Manhattan to play his saxophone on street corners. xillusion shade
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