Post by Seraphina Fáelán on Sept 24, 2012 8:29:41 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Seraphina Nox "Seraph" Fáelán.
Race: Human.
Age: 22.
Gender: Female.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Birthplace: Denerim, Ferelden.
Residence: N/A.
Affiliation: Mages.
Occupation: Apostate.
Religion: Is somewhat neutral in her beliefs in the Maker.
COMBAT
Class: Mage.
Character Stats:
Strength:
Dexterity:
Willpower: 3
Magic: 3
Cunning:
Spells:
- Winter's Grasp
(1 Tier)
- Heal
(1 Tier)
- Heroic Offence
(1 Tier)
- Glyph of Paralysis
(1 Tier)
Gear:
Seraphinus - This is the stave that Seraphina carries around with her which hurls ice elemental projectiles at the enemy as well as being used for melee combat. Unlike her spells, Seraphina's staff does not consume mana, leaving no mage defenseless.
Black Satchel - Seraphina carries around with her a fairly decent sized bag which she keeps various useful items.
-2 Lyrium Potions.
-2 Health Poultices.
-1 Injury Kit.
-1 Money Pouch, containing 10
, 85
, and 50
.- Lavender Stone, used for medicinal purposes.
- Seraphina's Medicene Vial.
-1 Herbal Knife, used for cutting herbs and roots.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: From a distance, Seraphina would appear much like a ghost in fog. She is a very pale young woman due to falling ill numerous times in the past as well as remaining in dark places but despite that, her skin gives her the look of a porcelain doll. Standing at 5ft 8in and weighing 110lbs with a curvaceous feminine figure and medium sized bust. Seraphina has long and flowing silvery white hair which cascades down her back and ending inches past her hips with a few strands covering her right eye, along with eyes of a stone blue that rarely show any expression with the exception of shyness, desolation, and coldness. She has doll-like feminine features followed by a small nose, average cheekbones, and full pale pink lips, on her right cheek she has a curved Lyrium scar due to an attack when she was younger and a small tear shaped tattoo underneath her left eye. Seraphina's lack of sleep is obviously shown due to the blackness around her eyes.
Her attire consists of her signature black lace veil-like cloak which cascades down to the ground along with long sleeves and a hood which she always keeps up, she's seen wearing a corset dress with various lace and silk layers with a slightly ruffled slit opening at the front of the hem, exposing the black knee-length boots underneath, whereas the torso of the dress has lace embroidered straps and below the shoulder length sleeves similar to the sleeves on her cloak. Seraphina wears only three pieces of jewellry which consist of a choker and two necklaces of different lengths, and finally, a noble circlet which is worn by the women in her family.
Personality: Mostly due to her upbringing, Seraphina is a cold and timid person which she mainly uses to keep others away from her, although what many people wouldn't guess is that she is very sweet and polite, a benevolent and generous individual to all unless given reason not to be. She suffers from some mental trauma as she can smile at others as quickly as she can lunge at their throats. Often hallucinating or hearing voices, she is rather sensitive to The Veil and The Fade, making it possible for her to be used as a medium as well as being able to see and encounter the long departed, some things that others cannot see. Hostile yet well-meaning, Seraphina knows not who to trust and tends to keep her personal problems and thoughts to herself.
She cares not if a person is a Mage or a Templar, in fact, she doesn't care if she lives or dies as she sees herself as her own threat, her own worst enemy, she believes that all Mages can be lured into temptation and thus is resentful towards herself... though despite all this, something is causing her to go on living. She knows not of her place in the world and therefor just goes on wandering like a ghost in the fog. Although she can appear depressive at times, she's generally contemplative and quiet which leads others to believe that she is unsociable, though she doesn't take much pleasure in conversation as her own thoughts give her the comfort that she needs, or so she thinks. She dislikes being in large parties or even crowds, though adores children, she is more than content just sitting in a secluded room singing to herself, playing the harp, or reading books.
Above all, Seraphina still retains her feminine "purity" and as of such she presents herself in a rather graceful and poised manner, much like a young lady should, declining a gentleman's offer gently, though can be passionate and aggressive when they do not take no for an answer. If anything, she is rather shy and timid, if not slightly awkward, when it comes to the opposite sex, though past experience causes her to be quite distrustful.
HISTORY
Seraphina, born Seraphina Nox Evangelina Lily Fáelán, grew up in a wealthy estate in Denerim, Fereldan. She lived a comfortable life for six years with her mother, Lily Fáelán nee Phaedra, and older brothers Evander, Lycaon, and Caius. Each of her brothers had their own roles and duties in the household. Though when she was only three years old, her brother, Evander, a Mage and whom she was most fond of, was taken to the Circle Tower in Lake Caldenhad. Lycaon, a Rogue and part-time smuggler, unbeknownst to his mother, spent his time earning "dirty" money for his family whilst Caius, the eldest and most arrogant of the three brothers, took it upon himself to take care of the estate as their father, Seraphinus Fáelán, whom was once a Mage, died three months before Seraphina was born, killed while assisting an escaped Mage who resorted to Blood Magic and betrayed him, thus accidentally leading Templars to kill Seraphinus in cross-fire as they dealt with the Blood Mage... or so it was believed.
Despite never knowing her father, though obtaining his namesake, Seraphina lived a rather happy life up until the age of six where before long she began to develop a power for healing. Although Lily embraced her daughter's ability she also feared for her along with Caius who had a distaste for Mages, even if his own flesh and blood was one. During his time at the Circle, Evander was at risk at becoming Tranquil due to the Templars suspicions of him being under the influence of Blood Magic, unable to accept this fate and after hearing a rumor that his young sister was showing signs of being a Mage, he soon escaped the Circle with the help from a friend Templar in hopes to warn his family that the Templars would be coming for her and his family for "hiding" a Mage within their home. The Templars had become paranoid each and every time a Mage steered from the right path, their path it seemed, which only heightened their guard.
Luckily, upon reaching his home, Evander was able to warn his family in time, causing them to leave everything behind though the Templars were fast approaching. Sacrificing his own body and mind, Evander gave into the demon within and became an abomination in order to protect and buy his family some time. While her mother and brothers ran, Seraphina felt herself unable to move due to the sight before her, watching as her brother's skin tore apart to reveal the demon as it emerged and he was no more. She was too young to understand at the time, but it had scared her to believe that her beloved brother had become a monster, she couldn't help but cry as he was slain before her very eyes but before anything could be said or done by her, she was already being carried away by her brother, Lycaon.
With the help of her Rogue brother's smuggler friends, they boarded a small ship to Kirkwall where they lived their lives in secrecy in Darktown where Lycaon continued his ways in the underground business whilst Caius took up the position of a guardsman, however, this was all short lived for Lycaon as he was ambushed and killed during one of his jobs when Seraphina had reached thirteen, apparently a rival smuggler party had caught wind of his success and wanted in on his payments, looting his corpse for all that he had. This was not taken well by the mother as the stress of losing her two sons had caused her to fall ill. While Caius went about his duties, Seraphina took it upon herself to care for her mother, using whatever power she had in keeping her mother's sickness at bay.
Another year went by and Lily was unable to move from her bed, she could not feed nor dress herself, it was all down to Seraphina as her eldest and now only brother was being given more opportunities than he had hoped for. In order to earn an extra amount of coin, she conjured up various healing potions to sell with the use of materials she found during her travels with a small amount of friends her age that she made whilst living in Darktown. They took a liking to naming themselves The Guardians of Darktown, looting what they could in order to give to those who were suffering from disease and couldn't afford medicine, which drove Seraphina to offer her services in healing free of charge.
By the time Seraphina was sixteen, Caius had signed up to become a Templar, much to the dismay of her and her mother, though Lily did not have much time left and soon joined the Maker's side, asking her son to protect his sister while she was gone, he promised to before she passed but did no such thing. Caius had abandoned Seraphina to join the Templars, for a whole year she had not heard from him, and her past actions had not gone unnoticed by the Templars, luckily her friends did not abandon her and soon boarded onto a ship in secrecy heading for Orlais and hid in a hold where they would start their new lives.
Once they had arrived, each parted ways and started anew, Seraphina spent a year working in a tavern in order to keep any Templar attention away from her and attempted to settle down without using her magic often. Eventually she met someone, a man that had taken an interest with the intent of courting her, Vincent Aveni was a common man that worked as a tailor and soon allowed Seraphina to live with him where she would model for his various finely made garments. For two years she remained with him, and although there were "moments" between them, Seraphina never submitted, she would never allow their lips to touch neither would she allow his hands to roam the sacred parts of her body, she remained pure throughout those two years with him and each time she rejected his offers, she knew he was getting more and more frustrated. There came a time where he forced himself upon her and this gave Seraphina no choice but to use her magic, freezing his limbs in place. After that night, leaflets began to show up around town informing that anyone that captured an apostate would be rewarded fifty sovereigns which Vincent soon acted upon but to no avail, Seraphina had already left, taking whatever she could carry in the process.
For three years Seraphina remained alone, sleeping in ruins and old shacks, her food supply only lasted her the first four weeks until she resorted to eating bugs, birds, bark, plants, and even snow! Due to her resistence to the cold, she was able to cope even during the harsh winters though fell ill every week during the humid summers.
To avoid Templars she often disguised herself as an old lady, rubbing mud into her hair and face to slightly alter her appearance, she does what she can to survive though surviving, running and hiding can only do so much. To this day Seraphina seeks shelter or some form of living enviroment.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Seraphina.
Contact: PM.
Roleplay Experience: 8+ years, both literate and RPG.
Language(s): English.
How did you find us?: Google.
Roleplay Sample:
From the character's point of view.
My deepest darkest fear? What do I fear? Do I fear death? Do I fear the dark? Do I fear spiders? The truth is... I have none. Many would call me a liar... but in truth, I fear nothing... I feel nothing. Fear... we use it so often. Fear; noun - an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. Emotion; noun - a natural instinctive state of mind deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others. Any of the particular feelings that characterize such a state of mind, such as joy, anger, love, hate, horror, etc.
Joy; unnecessary. Anger; refreshing. Love; overrated. Hate; necessary. Horror; delightful.
So much I don't understand and yet I understand it all the very same. Emotion. Emptiness. Death. Life. A tear that falls... but why? Happy? Or sad? Why does the tear fall? Why does it meet its end when it falls? Nothing lasts forever, everything is never-ending. I breathe in, then I breathe out. Why does the air escape me only to return?
I stand here alone, I await in the shadows. Kalm is most quiet at night, not noisy... so much noise, I hate noise. Would one prefer to kill another where it can be so easily heard but not seen? Or seen but not heard? What difference does it make? The person still dies. "Die... die... die..." I repeat the words again and again, almost as if loving the sound of my own voice, the soft mono tone gives the word no emotion, no feeling... Death is not an emotion.
"Kill... kill... kill..." I repeat a different word, but with the same outcome as dying, I sound possessed but yet the word gives me comfort. I am here at half past two at night, doing what I usually do, it is not my sport nor my hobby, but something I must do... something I always do. I have been waiting in the shadows for an hour, holding one of my darling puppets to my bosom, my beloved Dia... she is unstable, she is beautiful... so... beautiful, her raven black hair matching my own... oh, how I brush it until it is silken, so very beautiful. She is my child.
I wait and wait. She has not yet returned, I have kept my eye on her for quite some time now... tonight will be her last. She is a whore, she is a desperate man's caller, their bitch, their toy... she has no place here, she is filthy. "Dirty... vile... eliminate... kill... kill... kill..." I whisper the words in an unsteady tone, I remind myself what I must do, I will not leave until this is over. It has to be done. I cannot move. I must stay. She will be claimed... death will have her! She must die. She must die. She must die! Kill... kill... kill...
She will die.
I've waited for one hour and thirty minutes, she will come out very soon, I look across the center of the village at the house I stand opposite against... there she will exit, I see her silhouette through the windows, performing an act on her caller. Such acts create pleasure for humans? Pleasure? Pain? What is the difference? Pain; noun - physical, mental, or emotional suffering or discomfort caused by illness, injury or distress. Pleasure; verb - to give sexual enjoyment or satisfaction.
Humans disgust me, their ways are most unnecassary. I suddenly break from my thoughts, finally they have finished and I see the young woman leave her caller's home while buttoning up her shirt, I grimanced in disgust but then began to promenade silently as I follow. My bare feet against the cold and wet paving makes my numb body tingle for a slight moment, sending me a wave of relief and comfort. My beautifully hand-made kimono dragging along behind me as I feel my beloved Dia shaking and jerking with violent excitement against my hip as I place her in my obi safely.
My blood red lips soon curve into a smile, beautiful yet sinister. I know what will happen, Dia knows what will happen... this pathetic girl of eighteen does not. Her blonde hair is tied up with a pink band though her hairstyle is imperfect, she had tied it up in a rush thus making her look unattractive. She appeared quite flustered when she left her caller's home, who just so happened to be in his later fourties... disgusting humans.
My topaz left and ruby right eyes dart down to her behind, her skirt is unnecessarily short and it appeared that she had left her underwear with her caller, something I've noticed her to do quite often. Sickening. She takes a shortcut through a dark and dank alleyway, a move most unwise on her side of the chessboard as the alleyway has no end but one that is dead.
She's realised one of many of her mistakes upon noticing the wall and turns, only for her body to jolt and her dirty mouth to produce a gasp. There I stand, she is looking straight at me but I remain still. "H-Hello...?" she lets out a relieved sigh, she lets her guard down... believing herself to be safe, what a fool. "You frightened me, I thought you were-... nevermind..." she is attempting to talk to me, why do humans talk at such unnecassary times? Are they oblivious to the danger that is straight in front of them? Or idiotic?
I give her no response which then cause a small bead of sweat to form on her brow, she is nervous... I can tell, her fear washes over me in waves, my anticipation building up inside me. But I remain where I am, I do not move, I stand there still and silent, she is studying my features, the moon always does tend to make my pale skin radiant and pristine, my red lips painted to perfection and my eyes continue to burn into her like a lifeless doll. "Are... you real?" she asks me but again I do not respond nor move, my eyes have been focussed on her shadow all this time, I think she saw my lips twitched into another twisted smile.
I see it... something small climbing up her back, something so beautiful... something unstable... "So... beautiful..." the girl appears hypnotised now, though I do not take this filthy creature's words as a compliment, she is not fit to. A soft and menacing chuckle forms in the depths of my throat as I whisper my favourite words; "Kill... kill... kill... kill..."
The girl seems confused for a moment, opening her mouth to speak but all that came out at that sudden moments were gurgles and splutters as blood spurt from her disgusting mouth. Around her neck had been a sharp and deadly wire used to cut deep into her throat, she had no time to register her own death before falling to the ground with my beloved Dia upon her back. I walk over and crouch down to where the dead whore now lay, picking up my beloved pet and wiping away any filth before stroking her darling face with care.
I place her in the front of my obi sash so that she may watch me at work, from the leather garter strapped to my thigh which contained various bladed tools, I took from it first a scalpel and drew a line on the victims arm, a trail of blood then trickled out and I placed my finger against it, collecting a small droplet and inspected it closely to the light. It was rich in colour, a lovely poppy red, the colour would do fine but I would have to do tests on it later to check for any diseases. From my bag I took out a medium sized jar and placed it near the wrist of the girl before then piercing as many veins I could see in this terrible lighting and quite soon the blood spurted out and filled my jar almost immediately.
I closed my jar and placed it back inside the bag. Then I went onto her torse, stripping her of her shirt and leaving her top half exposed, taking my scalpel once more I drew a line from between her breast and down to her stomach before then ripping open her torso in order to see what lay within. It was a sight that again made me tingle and Dia shake violently with excitement, I used no gloves for this as I so loved the feeling of warmth blood and guts against my smooth silken skin.
I felt around for five minutes until coming across something tough, I gripped slightly before realising I have my hand on the girl's ribs, they would do nicely. I would only need three so I applied much needed pressure on her left side until I eventually heard that sweet yet sickening crack and before long I began to rip and pull at them until they so gruesomely left the girl's body, they were rather bloody but I would clean them later as I then wrapped them in a black silk and placed them in my bag. I checked her teeth but they were in terrible condition and would do me no good, so then I went onto her eyes. One was rather healthy whilst the other looked as if it was infected, that wouldn't do so I only extracted the one.
Lastly, it came to the hair, good in colour, perfect condition, strong, and healthy. "I think with this, Dia... dear Eris will finally be repaired..." I spoke soothingly to my dear pet as I then began to shave the girl's head from the scalp with a different tool. After a fair long hour, I was finished and no longer required this girl. I placed Dia back down, telling her that she knew what to do and responded with a crazed enthusiastic nod as I then began to walk away from the scene.
As I approached home I felt my darling Dia climbing up and onto my shoulder as the area we had just been in burst into flames. I turned my head slightly and smiled my usual twisted and child-like smile, the flames soon began to die down and like always there was another death and another sad soul that would not be missed, no evidence, no witness, just the way it always was...
I then took Dia and myself inside, my home filled with various porcelain dolls and music boxes on the shelves along with puppets hanging from the cieling, cushions and fine silken materials scattered along the floor in the Living Room with but two couches, a fireplace and coffee table. It was quite oriental but also looked as if a child resided here.
Exhausted, I let my body fall onto my favourite couch as I curled up with Dia hugged to my bosom. I lay there staring at the black cieling, nothing on my mind in particular... I would place my new materials in storage shortly, but right now...
A spider caught my attention.
Joy; unnecessary. Anger; refreshing. Love; overrated. Hate; necessary. Horror; delightful.
So much I don't understand and yet I understand it all the very same. Emotion. Emptiness. Death. Life. A tear that falls... but why? Happy? Or sad? Why does the tear fall? Why does it meet its end when it falls? Nothing lasts forever, everything is never-ending. I breathe in, then I breathe out. Why does the air escape me only to return?
I stand here alone, I await in the shadows. Kalm is most quiet at night, not noisy... so much noise, I hate noise. Would one prefer to kill another where it can be so easily heard but not seen? Or seen but not heard? What difference does it make? The person still dies. "Die... die... die..." I repeat the words again and again, almost as if loving the sound of my own voice, the soft mono tone gives the word no emotion, no feeling... Death is not an emotion.
"Kill... kill... kill..." I repeat a different word, but with the same outcome as dying, I sound possessed but yet the word gives me comfort. I am here at half past two at night, doing what I usually do, it is not my sport nor my hobby, but something I must do... something I always do. I have been waiting in the shadows for an hour, holding one of my darling puppets to my bosom, my beloved Dia... she is unstable, she is beautiful... so... beautiful, her raven black hair matching my own... oh, how I brush it until it is silken, so very beautiful. She is my child.
I wait and wait. She has not yet returned, I have kept my eye on her for quite some time now... tonight will be her last. She is a whore, she is a desperate man's caller, their bitch, their toy... she has no place here, she is filthy. "Dirty... vile... eliminate... kill... kill... kill..." I whisper the words in an unsteady tone, I remind myself what I must do, I will not leave until this is over. It has to be done. I cannot move. I must stay. She will be claimed... death will have her! She must die. She must die. She must die! Kill... kill... kill...
She will die.
I've waited for one hour and thirty minutes, she will come out very soon, I look across the center of the village at the house I stand opposite against... there she will exit, I see her silhouette through the windows, performing an act on her caller. Such acts create pleasure for humans? Pleasure? Pain? What is the difference? Pain; noun - physical, mental, or emotional suffering or discomfort caused by illness, injury or distress. Pleasure; verb - to give sexual enjoyment or satisfaction.
Humans disgust me, their ways are most unnecassary. I suddenly break from my thoughts, finally they have finished and I see the young woman leave her caller's home while buttoning up her shirt, I grimanced in disgust but then began to promenade silently as I follow. My bare feet against the cold and wet paving makes my numb body tingle for a slight moment, sending me a wave of relief and comfort. My beautifully hand-made kimono dragging along behind me as I feel my beloved Dia shaking and jerking with violent excitement against my hip as I place her in my obi safely.
My blood red lips soon curve into a smile, beautiful yet sinister. I know what will happen, Dia knows what will happen... this pathetic girl of eighteen does not. Her blonde hair is tied up with a pink band though her hairstyle is imperfect, she had tied it up in a rush thus making her look unattractive. She appeared quite flustered when she left her caller's home, who just so happened to be in his later fourties... disgusting humans.
My topaz left and ruby right eyes dart down to her behind, her skirt is unnecessarily short and it appeared that she had left her underwear with her caller, something I've noticed her to do quite often. Sickening. She takes a shortcut through a dark and dank alleyway, a move most unwise on her side of the chessboard as the alleyway has no end but one that is dead.
She's realised one of many of her mistakes upon noticing the wall and turns, only for her body to jolt and her dirty mouth to produce a gasp. There I stand, she is looking straight at me but I remain still. "H-Hello...?" she lets out a relieved sigh, she lets her guard down... believing herself to be safe, what a fool. "You frightened me, I thought you were-... nevermind..." she is attempting to talk to me, why do humans talk at such unnecassary times? Are they oblivious to the danger that is straight in front of them? Or idiotic?
I give her no response which then cause a small bead of sweat to form on her brow, she is nervous... I can tell, her fear washes over me in waves, my anticipation building up inside me. But I remain where I am, I do not move, I stand there still and silent, she is studying my features, the moon always does tend to make my pale skin radiant and pristine, my red lips painted to perfection and my eyes continue to burn into her like a lifeless doll. "Are... you real?" she asks me but again I do not respond nor move, my eyes have been focussed on her shadow all this time, I think she saw my lips twitched into another twisted smile.
I see it... something small climbing up her back, something so beautiful... something unstable... "So... beautiful..." the girl appears hypnotised now, though I do not take this filthy creature's words as a compliment, she is not fit to. A soft and menacing chuckle forms in the depths of my throat as I whisper my favourite words; "Kill... kill... kill... kill..."
The girl seems confused for a moment, opening her mouth to speak but all that came out at that sudden moments were gurgles and splutters as blood spurt from her disgusting mouth. Around her neck had been a sharp and deadly wire used to cut deep into her throat, she had no time to register her own death before falling to the ground with my beloved Dia upon her back. I walk over and crouch down to where the dead whore now lay, picking up my beloved pet and wiping away any filth before stroking her darling face with care.
I place her in the front of my obi sash so that she may watch me at work, from the leather garter strapped to my thigh which contained various bladed tools, I took from it first a scalpel and drew a line on the victims arm, a trail of blood then trickled out and I placed my finger against it, collecting a small droplet and inspected it closely to the light. It was rich in colour, a lovely poppy red, the colour would do fine but I would have to do tests on it later to check for any diseases. From my bag I took out a medium sized jar and placed it near the wrist of the girl before then piercing as many veins I could see in this terrible lighting and quite soon the blood spurted out and filled my jar almost immediately.
I closed my jar and placed it back inside the bag. Then I went onto her torse, stripping her of her shirt and leaving her top half exposed, taking my scalpel once more I drew a line from between her breast and down to her stomach before then ripping open her torso in order to see what lay within. It was a sight that again made me tingle and Dia shake violently with excitement, I used no gloves for this as I so loved the feeling of warmth blood and guts against my smooth silken skin.
I felt around for five minutes until coming across something tough, I gripped slightly before realising I have my hand on the girl's ribs, they would do nicely. I would only need three so I applied much needed pressure on her left side until I eventually heard that sweet yet sickening crack and before long I began to rip and pull at them until they so gruesomely left the girl's body, they were rather bloody but I would clean them later as I then wrapped them in a black silk and placed them in my bag. I checked her teeth but they were in terrible condition and would do me no good, so then I went onto her eyes. One was rather healthy whilst the other looked as if it was infected, that wouldn't do so I only extracted the one.
Lastly, it came to the hair, good in colour, perfect condition, strong, and healthy. "I think with this, Dia... dear Eris will finally be repaired..." I spoke soothingly to my dear pet as I then began to shave the girl's head from the scalp with a different tool. After a fair long hour, I was finished and no longer required this girl. I placed Dia back down, telling her that she knew what to do and responded with a crazed enthusiastic nod as I then began to walk away from the scene.
As I approached home I felt my darling Dia climbing up and onto my shoulder as the area we had just been in burst into flames. I turned my head slightly and smiled my usual twisted and child-like smile, the flames soon began to die down and like always there was another death and another sad soul that would not be missed, no evidence, no witness, just the way it always was...
I then took Dia and myself inside, my home filled with various porcelain dolls and music boxes on the shelves along with puppets hanging from the cieling, cushions and fine silken materials scattered along the floor in the Living Room with but two couches, a fireplace and coffee table. It was quite oriental but also looked as if a child resided here.
Exhausted, I let my body fall onto my favourite couch as I curled up with Dia hugged to my bosom. I lay there staring at the black cieling, nothing on my mind in particular... I would place my new materials in storage shortly, but right now...
A spider caught my attention.
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