Something makes its way inside the establishment and at first glance, one might think a bear had just rumbled through the door! A winter cloak, lined with the fur of a bear, the head and upper jaw still attached, was draped over his form. Being as it was merely a cloak, one would be able to see that he wore a black cable-knit sweater and well worn pants in a dark tan color underneath it. He was fairly massive at six-foot-six, a rather svelte two hundred eighty pounds, with a thick neck and broad shoulders. He flips the hood of the cloak back, exposing tanned and weather beaten skin, black hair that was shaved to within a quarter inch of his scalp, and a strong jawline hidden under a full beard. Over his eyes he wore custom-made goggles, wrapped in black leather, the lenses dark. He'd scan the room, then slip those down so they hung about his neck, and then eyes of an otherworldly grey-green hue would scan the room again.








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I consider myself to be an American Mutt. I am half yankee half southern. Not only that but I am Scottish, Irish, Welsh, British, French, German, and Cherokee Indian! I am a war with in myself ^.^!
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I consider myself to be an American Mutt. I am half yankee half southern. Not only that but I am Scottish, Irish, Welsh, British, French, German, and Cherokee Indian! I am a war with in myself ^.^!
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I consider myself to be an American Mutt. I am half yankee half southern. Not only that but I am Scottish, Irish, Welsh, British, French, German, and Cherokee Indian! I am a war with in myself ^.^!
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-I entreat you, my dear friends, while you are still young, to make yourselves masters of the profession you have chosen.-
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No one expects the Spanish inquisition.
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