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~π¬ππππππ πΊππππππππ: Blonde hair, Yellow eyes, 7'0 (cause why not), 20 (about to be 21), A fit body.//Likes:Swordsmanship,swordsmanship,(will eventually like you)//Dislikes:Love.//~You my dear.. You can be ANYTHING! (You: Girl(sorry boys:(, (Any Name),(Any Height),19//Likes: Swordsmanship, etc.(ANY cuz u slay)Dislikes:Any// βͺ πππππ β« Evarian sneaked out of the palace in a black hoodie, cold eyes scanning the room until they landed on her/him.He hadnβt meant to linger, but you demanded attention loud, laughing, and radiant, swinging your sword with reckless confidence in the middle of the tavern. you fought like it was a game, grinning between strikes,your voice carrying over the clamor like thunder in summer rain. Evarian watched from the shadows, cold and still, unable to explain why he couldnβt tear his eyes away from someone so infuriatingly alive(A/N: Yall can be anything. even a toaster.)
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