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Accepted — Wainwright Rook

♣     Rook Wainwright aka Hyena looks like Colson Baker (musician/actor) ♣     He was born October 13th, 1966; making him 58 years old, but he appears 26 ♣     This Concubus is Bisexual and a King of Clubs ♣     He is a Tavern Owner and Resistance Informant

Biography

tw: child abandonment

 “I’ll keep a razor in my wraps to slit your throat at the gates.”

 Rook Wainwright was doomed to be a menace from the start. Memories not eroded by drugs or head trauma of his childhood are few and far between, but what he remembers in fleeting moments is the cold, the ache in his stomach as he struggled to keep himself fed, both on meager scraps of bread and small amounts of water, and the emotional stimuli of the world around him, drawn to anger and misery like a moth to a brilliant flame for his own survival. An orphan with no awareness of his true lineage, Rook knew only that one of his parents had been a concubus- and that if they had once lived in the slums of Club, they had long since left it, and him, behind. Little more than a child, Rook had no awareness of the concepts he’d fallen victim to, homelessness, abandonment- He knew only that he wanted to- no, needed to survive, and so, he fought tooth and nail to do just that.

 Club was unkind to him, brutal and lawless, but he found his comfort in a few kinder hands and hearts, a warm meal here and there, a mend on his dirty sweater or a hand me down coat to fight off the biting cold of the winter, and as he grew, he came to understand his position better- he was a one. Lowest of the lows, sooner to be spat on than offered a helping hand, but there were others, people who certainly looked just like him living lives a thousand times better. What made them different? Made them greater than Rook himself? What had they done to deserve their comfortable homes and three square meals? What had they done to sit in the warm glow of the taverns while Rook wasted away in the streets? He learned soon enough that they’d fought for those positions, tore their comfort from the teeth of their opposition, of their ‘greaters’- and had reaped the benefits. Now a teenager with a lithe, muscular frame, the young concubus was no whelp, and with nothing but a miserable excuse of a life to lose, he threw his hat into the ring of Club’s constant power struggles, practically gorging himself on anger and fear before each fight to grasp his single edge over those he faced: Head games.

 “The cuts won’t kill you, but hesitation just might. Don’t let him get in your head.”

 Oh, how Rook loved watching his opponents squirm, every little emotion, their trepidation, their concern, their fear of losing their status to some young upstart made him bloodthirsty. From the first unlucky two he’d challenged to a fight, his method rarely changed: shake them to their core, break their focus. He’d taunt them, infuriate them into making a foolish mistake- the only mistake he needed to put them down. Weaponless and unable to afford one, he chose instead to hone his fists, torn fabric wrapped around shards of glass and rusted nails to make each swing a more deadly hazard, cutting his own hands to pieces in every clash, wrists slick with blood each time he placed a foot on the neck of his fallen opponent. Each promotion was that one step closer to no longer living with the shameful gaze of those who thought he was nothing, something he had now come to loathe.  By 18, Rook was a three of clubs, and had garnered the respect of those beneath him, somewhat renowned for his uncharacteristic kindness to his fellow lowrankers, it was his own bread that he broke now for the Ones struggling to get by, he held no ill will toward those he’d stepped on to climb up- it was the way life worked, after all, and those he left alive always had Rook’s respect. At least, most of them.

 “...A Scavenger, you know that’s what you are, right? Scrappy little fucker picking fights you can’t finish?”

 Rook’s promotion to a seven was unintentional, at least, as unintentional as the boy could manage. Now in his early twenties, Rook had comfortably settled at his position as a five, a dagger strapped to his hip and several tattoos marking his arms denoting his history and previous wins, the closest thing to a journal that the illiterate concubus could maintain to remember his experiences over the years. He’d liked the position, respected by the lowrankers and rarely bothered by the face cards, and most importantly, able to feed his newfound thirst for the emotion of lust, he likely would have held his position for the rest of his life, no hunger to climb higher than somewhere he felt comfortable, if not for the fact he had gotten brave and made a move on a pretty Seven at the tavern, satisfied to simply be rejected for acting out of his position, to feed on the disgust and shock at his mere implication he might be worthy- what he got instead: was stabbed.

 The young man’s lover had seen the exchange, and not particularly pleased at the implication he could be replaced by a five of all things, had drawn his weapon and immediately challenged Rook. With no opportunity to prepare, and largely untrained with his own dagger, Rook was staggered, forced into fighting with a wound and a much more capable foe, his saving grace was liquor, their fight moving into the street before his competitor staggered on the steps, falling back just enough that he could close the distance. It was the same young man he’d flirted with who’d pulled him off, and it was the barmaid who tended to his wound that he celebrated with that night. He was a highranker now, and once more, that voice in the back of his head reminded him that he was still, in the eyes of some, unworthy- a fly to swat, a waste of air and turin. The drive that he had been able to abandon for so long had roared back to life, he would be antagonized no longer, made to look weak by those around him never again. And so, he trained.

 “Fights like a man possessed, I tell you. Doesn’t even use a weapon half the time.”

 His further climbing of ranks was slow going, but brutal. Unlike those he fought to ascend to Seven, he left none he fought for his next position alive, ten bodies of his fellows falling at his feet. He’d known what they thought of him, his promotion a fluke, that his rank never would have changed, if he hadn’t been aided by the mead coursing through the other Club. he proved them wrong over and over again, and as his rank ticked to eight, then nine, then ten, each one hard fought and won with fists more often than his weapons, his body became a network of ink and scars, each mark a new chapter in the story he’d committed to his flesh. By the time he challenged the position of King, Rook had come to be known as “Hyena,” a scavenger with a taste for blood and a brutality not to be underestimated. Now in his late thirties, Rook had stopped aging, and reached his full potential as a concubus, he fed like a king on lust and desire, low ranks and high alike charmed into his bed, honeyed words and drugs shared on wicked tongues in the dark, anger and fear fueling him in the ring. He had long played smart, his position of Jack taken from the hands of the foolish, the Queen rank choked out of a human who simply couldn’t withstand the physical onslaught- But his opponent for the position of King would offer him no such ease, a Strongarm with a history as bloodied as Rook’s own standing between him and his goals.

 “Concede. Concede and we both walk out of here Kings. It’s a fair trade, Rook.”

 Rook eventually stood over the bloodied body of the other King, planting his foot on the back of his neck with a primal howl, bones sore and broken, armor chipped and busted, but alive, alive and victorious. He was a King, standing now in the upper echelon of face cards with wounds that would eventually heal to show for it. He had proven with no uncertainty that he was no whelp, no refuse of the streets, and for the twenty years that followed- he would hold that position with a brutal efficiency. Rarely challenged for his title, Rook eventually ‘retired’ from his desperate climb for the top- and from his mercenary for hire work for extra coin. He settled on opening a tavern and working on learning how to read, the time not spent cleaning the bar spent reading and writing, practicing skills he never gave himself the peace to embrace as he was growing up. Still addicted to anything he could chew, smoke or drink, Rook’s tavern soon became a well known hideaway for those less… upstanding than most, an uncomfortable kind of peace formed in the awareness that the King running the place would sooner kill a troublemaker than huck them out on their ass. It was through the Tavern he became privy to, and eventually joined the Resistance, an ear to the ground in High Rank circles and many low ones given his position and occupation, Rook is an information broker, collecting and trading information to those who know how to stay on his good side. His hatred of being looked down upon eventually becoming a lust for true anarchy, no loyalty to Club or anyone but himself, for that matter. In Rook’s mind, there are two kinds of people, those worthy of and willing to work for  their survival, and those who are better off crushed beneath the cogs of change.

In Recent Years

Rook has maintained his position as the owner of the Thronebreaker Tavern, so called for one of his early nicknames. He continues to pass information between members of the resistance and operates within High Rank circles only to gather intel, otherwise preferring to be left to his life of excess. Infrequently called to defend his position as a King, Rook has no interest in becoming the Ace of Clubs, and is satisfied to hold his place under a fellow member of the resistance, but he maintains his training regime, and is well known for his brutal removal of those who break the peace of his tavern for anything other than a fight for rank. His addiction to Chrono when he was younger has caused damage to his mind, making him quick to anger and difficult to predict in recent years, and while no longer using it specifically, he still partakes in most other drugs, usually while running the Tavern itself. His taste for anarchy continues to grow, and he’s reveled in the recent attacks performed by those in the resistance, the fear and uncertainty more than enough to sustain him and the general promise of more to come exciting to the concubus.

Personality

Rook has never had any love for the rank system, he climbed it simply because he had to, used it to get where he wanted to be, and treats those around him with that thought process in mind, the gangs and ranks mean nothing to him, a Spade One is as respected as a Heart Ace in his eyes, so long as they respect him in return. Those who are unfamiliar with his past find him generally polite and jovial, a bartender with hundreds of stories and a proclivity for offering drinks on the house if the patron’s got a story to share in return, an imposing man with a heart of gold, at least on the surface. Those with a familiarity with Rook know that his kindness is as much of a play for power as his climb toward King was, that he’s a cunning, calculated sort who never acts without thinking twelve steps ahead, and that telling him too much could get you in the sights of someone you don’t want looking in on you. While often calm and measured, Rook is not above his anger, and often allows it to overtake him with little warning, though if this is because of his drug addictions or his history is up for debate.

  A horrendous flirt with a winning smile and a silver tongue, Rook’s truest vice is in the sins of the flesh, willing to trade more than a few things for a rendezvous in his bedroom, he isn’t picky about who he throws his chips in with, a behavior that’s gotten him in trouble before, and earned him an even more distasteful gaze than even his species has. Despite this, he’s warm and inviting, and keeps his friends close, loyal to the death to those willing to risk a friendship with the Hyena.

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Accepted — Song Narcissa

♥  Song Narcissa aka. Karma looks like Bae Joohyun (red velvet) ♥  She was born March 29, 1991; making her 29 years old but her possessor is much older ♥  This Demon is Pansexual and a Queen of Hearts ♥  She is the owner of The Secret Room, a brothel in the Red Light District

Biography

All of the women born into the Song bloodline are named after flowers; all of them destined to uphold a legacy of sweet temptation. To lure in bees; pockets dripping with honey, stingers sharp and ready to prick. Azalea, Dahlia, Gardenia, Iris, Lily, Magnolia…Narcissa. And thus, the seventh Song daughter came to be. But Narcissa never felt like a flower, never embodied the ideals that her sisters embraced; all of them before her, silent beauties rivaling to be plucked. 

No. Narcissa was not a flower. She was a bird. The only thing she ever wanted to do was sing. And as she watched her sisters have their beautiful petals plucked and trampled on the ground, one after another, all she wanted to do was fly away.

It is not just beautiful flowers that attract strangers to a garden. A sweet song can do just the same. Narcissa was frightened, at first, of the old man who ventured through the garden gate but he kept his distance, seeming perfectly content to listen to her sing. And sing she did! Song after song until the euphoric emotion waned and caved into the crippling terror she felt encroaching every day. Floodgates opened as she helplessly sobbed and confessed all of her fears to the sympathetic old man.

Withered hands brushed away her tears and, like an angelic being sent by the old Gods, he offered her an escape; a refuge. ‘I can keep you safe forever. Where no one’s hands can hold you. You can stay in a garden just like this, and sing and sing to your heart’s content.

’To say that Narcissa ‘changed’ after that day is practically an understatement. It was like she became an entirely different person. While the Song females are flowers, the Song males, though few and far between, are bees; just like the rest. Did you know that many bees die after using their stinger? This certainly became the case for her already dwindling male relatives, especially those who held seats of power in the family business.

With no one barring her way, she nestled comfortably atop her new throne. Narcissa, newly promoted Queen and newly dubbed ‘Karma,’ went about completely overhauling the Song establishment, giving it a sultry re-branding and instating a fresh set of rules for the swarms of new and returning patrons. ‘You’re welcome and encouraged to divulge details of your own escapades in The Secret Room, but you must not reveal the endeavors of anyone else you happen to see enjoying themselves. Failure to adhere to this rule will incite the wrath of Lady Karma and no one wants that. Signatures required upon entry.

Personality

Karma thinks factions do an amazing job of categorizing people who are too dim or uninteresting to put effort into honing their own personality. She thinks ranks are even more amusing. There’s nothing like watching flawed mortals crawl over and step on others, in many cases, ridding themselves of any redeeming qualities, in order to progress the tiny symbol on their wrist and prove that they’re somehow ‘better’ than everyone else. She believes ultimately, that you don’t know anything about a person until they’re in a situation where they believe no one is watching.

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ACCEPTED — McKay Nora

◆    McKay Nora aka Merciless looks like Katherine McNamara (actor) ◆    She was born 22 November 1968; making her 56 years old ◆    This Shifter is Heterosexual, a Clubs Deserter, and a Three of Diamonds ◆    She is an underground cage fighter and a mercenary.

BIOGRAPHY

Nora's childhood was quite unspectacular. She grew up well protected and loved by her adoptive parents in the Diamond faction of Kadeu. From an early age she was aware of the fact that she was adopted, because of the different species and tattoo on her wrist compared to her parents one. Her mother Leila McKay, an Elementalist and harpist of an orchestra, and her father Henson McKay, also an Elementalist and a LEA sergeant, didn't care about her daughters origin as 1 of Clubs, nor her species. They loved her with all their heart as if she was a child of their own.

At the time of adoption the childless couple were trying to have a child for quite a while without success. As a result, Leila was falling more and more into a deep depression, since it was her dearest wish to have a child and to be a mother. Nora joined the family by sheer chance. That day, Henson, a LEA corporal at that time, were able to arrest a criminal organization, that were earning money by child trafficking, after months of investigations. She heard the story from her father so many times that she could tell it in her sleep. He didn't found her in the house with the other children, but outside among the bushes near the house. Maybe a footboy of the group just wanted to bring the newborn to the other children, but had noticed the LEA officers and got rid of the baby to run away. Her father always told her, that she didn't make any noises. She was just lying there and looking as if she was exactly waiting for him. He was falling head over heels in love with this little baby girl, who were smiling brightly as soon as their eyes met and Henson knew he had to bring her home with him.

Henson never regretted his decision and even Leila’s health got better after the house was filled with noises of a baby. Of course, she had taken Nora into her heart right after seeing her for the first time. Nora had a happy childhood till the first day at school. Children can be cruel and going to a Diamond private school as an adopted Club child didn't make things any easier for Nora. From day one at school Nora was constantly bullied by her schoolfellows for being a "Club" and during her school years she made barely friends with anyone. Her only support during this time was her mother, who gave her a feeling of belonging no matter what.

But life can be cruel, too... When Nora was about 13, her mother came down with an unknown virus infection, that caused a long and severe disease progression. In the end Leila lost the fight against the disease and died as a result of it. Watching her mother suffer and being ravaged by disease, changed something in her whole being and personality. She was more and more boiling with rage and after her mothers death she was boiling over with rage. From now on she reacted to the bullying at school with violence - with her fists. She was never a good schoolgirl, but from then on she was also known as troublemaker, who didn't risk to be flunked out of school just once.

Her father, who was also still grieving about the loss of his wife, was completely unable to cope with the teenage girl overcome by grief and the trouble she caused because of it. He changed his working place and started to teach at the LEA Academy to have fixed working hours to be able to take care of his daughter. He took her along to the Academy training ground and started to train her like a LEA student, cherishing the hope that the training will burn off energy enough to make her less violent. But it wasn't his best idea, since teaching her how to fight, ended in broken bones  and noses of her opponents and one or the other expulsion from school.

At least the bullying stopped due to the fact that most of all schoolfellows were scared of her, what made her even more of a lone wolf. At the age of 15, she was finally able to defect to the Diamonds. She could never understand why she had to stay a Club if she never had any relation to that faction. In the years that followed she was somehow able to graduate school and enroll the LEA Academy, since she was already training there with her father and also knew everyone of the teaching staff, it was no surprise that she chose this way.

Regardless, her personality and lack of will to follow orders of superiors caused her to drop out of the academy much to the chagrin of her father. After that she was working in different jobs all over the town, but she was never able to stay in the job thanks to her personality until she joined a group of mercenaries. Ever since then there was a frigid silence between Nora and her father, also because of the fact that her actions of leaving the academy and her work as mercenary had negative effects to her fathers reputation within LEA and demotion of his rank from a King to Jack of Diamonds - also from a LEA captain to a LEA sergeant again.

IN RECENT YEARS

In the last three years Nora gained a reputation as an underground cage fighter going by the name "Merciless", since she is known for falling easily into a blood rage while fighting. They didn't have to drag her down just once from an opponent, who was already down for the count. She found out about these fights by a coincidence while hired for a job to protect a rich Heart Fae, who was placing high bets on the fights. These fights have different locations throughout the Club, Heart and Diamond faction with rich spectators, who are invited exclusively by the organizer - keeping it a secret since the fights are illegal in Diamonds (and somehow Hearts), to bet on the fighters. For Nora these fights became a perfect excuse to give free rein to her rage and earn money at the same time. By now she earns more money by cage fights than as mercenary.

PERSONALITY

Tomboy is what most of people, who know her, would call her referring to her personality. She can be wild, loud and quick-tempered. All in all a strong and self-confident woman, who'd punch first and then ask questions. She is not a bad person, nor foolish or dumb, merely and simply a woman with an aggression problem, which she has never learnt to deal with. Since she was bullied at a young age because of her Club's origins, she has a violent aversion to that faction and their residents. Even with all those troubles she had at the Diamond faction, she'd always identify herself as a Diamond - not a typical one, but still a Diamond. She knows, that she had luck to grow up with her adoptive parents and after all she is happy and thankful for her childhood and the love she received from them.

As much as she identifies herself as Diamond, at the same time she dislikes a lot about the faction as well. With her clean look - dressed all in black - she is a rare sight in the streets of the Diamonds. Eccentric - to say the least. On top of that always wearing sunglasses to cover her unique birthmark - heterochromia eyes- two eyes of completely different colors. One is hazel and the other is green. A little too eye-catching for a mercenary, who would be well advised to attract no attention - not to mention that she doesn't like to be the center of attention at all.

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Accepted — Yoon Barret Jr.

◆    Yoon Barret aka Butch looks like Clayton Cardenas (actor) ◆    He was born 21 August 1990; making him 33 years old ◆    This Alchemist is Bisexual and an Eight of Diamonds ◆    He is an Enforcer with the LEA

Biography

The Yoons were never a prodigious family. They didn’t have the biggest parties, the deepest pockets, the best jobs, nor even the most talented family members. What the Yoons did have, in excess, was pride. They could trace their family line back through more than ten generations, and each and every member who hadn’t died young had made their living as a member of the esteemed Diamond Law Enforcement Agency.

Barret Jr. hated his family. 

He defied the rules forced upon him at every turn, making an early name for himself as the problematic black sheep of the Yoon household. Enforcers he didn’t know would stop him on the street to question him, search him, or otherwise detain him until one of his family members could come to drag him back home. Disciplined harshly for the smallest infractions and brutally for larger acts of resistance, Barret’s hatred for his family only strengthened as he grew older.

Occasional absent-minded tardiness to his lessons turned into a defiant habitual lateness and eventually a string of absences. Prone to saying yes so he could avoid his family and their obligations, Butch ended up in a lot of sketchy situations that the Yoons would cover up to protect the family name. It became a game of sorts, one that the Yoons had no chance of winning the longer they refused to adjust their heavy-handed rearing approach.

It started off small enough. Mistakes anyone could make and be forgiven for, only every LEA agent in the city knew who Barret Jr. was and relished the opportunity to write him up. Drop an orange peel near the Academy? Littering. Draw in the dirt out back of a business? Vandalism. Mouth off to an Enforcer? Contempt of LEA.

Well, since every action Barret took landed him in the deep end, why shouldn’t he dive in ass first? Disorderly conduct, public nudity, public urination, petty thievery. All of it was neatly swept under the rug and kept off his record, much to Butch’s wry amusement. Sixteen and involved in a bar brawl - assault and battery. That one wasn’t so neatly swept. Too many people had been involved, there too many mouths to silence, so the Yoon’s didn’t. Rather than try to keep Barret Jr’s name out of the Deck and out of the people’s minds, they started okaying it. Harassment from LEA officers increased as his home life grew more violent.

Before, having Butch around was like having a get-out-of-jail-free card. No matter what he and his fellows got into, the Yoons would take care of it. Now, he was too much of an LEA magnet to be around. People he considered friends abandoned him left and right once they found out they too would be randomly searched by every Enforcer they had the misfortune of running into. At home, his family would accost him from the second he got in the door until they went off to bed. Bitter and resentful, Butch ran away multiple times, but he was caught and dragged back every single time.

By age twenty it was clear to everyone that not only would Butch never conform to Yoon standards, he was also the first member of their family in generations to be human. Useless and detrimental to the family in every way, there were whispers among many of quietly disposing of the young man, ridding themselves of their black sheep. 

Butch, who had never been dumb despite what his family thought of him, slowly backed down. While he remained defiant, it was plain that his failure to awaken any powers put a damper on his anger. Where he had once been a snarling wolf, he more closely resembled a growling puppy by his mid-twenties. Barret Sr., judging his son to be properly and sufficiently cowed, eventually offered his namesake a choice: remain captive in the Yoon household under constant and continuous observation; or enroll in the LEA academy, become an Enforcer, and earn his freedom. Contingent on the fact he remain a member of the LEA, of course.

Cornered and desperate to escape his confinement, Butch agreed. 

He made it through the LEA academy, barely, and secured a position as an Enforcer as well as a small apartment on the opposite side of Diamonds from his family. He laid low, obediently following around his senior agent and carrying out his duties. It was easy and it was fun to make a fool out of the Human Yoon enforcer, but he didn’t let it get to him. Butch kept his head down, nose to the grindstone, until he felt the family eyes lessen.

Then the work began.

Old contacts from his youth, old arrests, new and upcoming members of the city’s underbelly, he sent them all a letter. Hey, how’d you like to have an LEA agent on payroll? I’ve got the in, and I’m itching to use it.

In Recent Years

Butch has been a dirty agent for almost a decade. His network is expansive and his connections run deep into other territories. He’s no king of the underworld, but he’s solidified his place as an untouchable immovable leech upon the system. With hands filthier than some of the Kings, many wonder why he hasn’t made any moves for power either in the agency nor the underground. It’s hard for many he works with to understand, but it’s because he doesn’t want any. He just wants to fuck over the LEA, and specifically the Yoons, at every opportunity.

From 2021 to 2023 he worked diligently on expanding his network and destabilizing the Yoons as much as possible. In mid-2022, he was visited by Hermes and blessed with a manacore, awakening as an Alchemist. Though he celebrated the change by drinking too much at his local pub, pissing in the street, and getting arrested; Butch kept his species change largely under wraps. The LEA has no idea he’s awakened, nor do any of his underworld connections. However, he has been selling concoctions via an underground proxy.

Personality

Butch is not what anyone would call mentally sound. He survives exclusively on spite, cigarettes, single malt whiskey, and the sadistic joy of watching his enemies suffer. Sarcastic and prone to making any and every situation into a joke, the alchemist’s friends are few and far in-between while his enemies can be found on nearly every dirty street corner Kadeu has to offer. While Butch would sacrifice himself without hesitation for one of his friends, the bar to that acknowledgement is so high it may as well not exist.

That being said, Butch is equally unlikely to openly hostile as he is to being overtly friendly. His dominant status is a wry apathy and it’s been stuck on that setting for years. The few friends Butch does have will likely hate his inability to be serious, but others will crave his easy-going attitude and skill at changing the subject.

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Accepted — Han Cassius

♦️    Cassius Han looks like Bang Chan (straykids)  ♦️    He was born October 23, 1997; making him 23 years old ♦️    This Human is Bisexual and a Six of Diamonds  ♦️    He is a croupier (dealer) at the Koromo in the Circle

Biography

tw: child abandonment

All tales begin knowing that one day they must eventually end. Some tales speak of heroic adventures and battles hard fought between dragons and foes, while other tales are nothing but steeled resignation to a life lived mundane until the pages finally close shut. Cas’ story is like that. It’s not yet over, but he knows that by the end nothing will have changed, and he’ll be just as insignificant as when he was first born.

In October of 1997, Cassius Han is born into the Diamond faction a mundane lowranking human, not an ounce of magic-wielding ability in his blood. From the best of his knowledge, he is descended from nothing but generations upon generations of lowborn and low ranked humans, barely a blip in the periphery of Kadeu’s recorded history. His existence is almost pointless really, but that’s not a fact he learns until far later.

At the beginning, Cas knows nothing but love and warmth. Knows what it must feel like to fly as his father hoists a young Cas up onto his shoulders after the brightness of day has faded into the darkness of night. His father tells Cas to look up at the stars and reach for the ones that shine the brightest, laughing as he watches his son’s tiny hands eagerly grasp for the constellations dotting the sky. Cassius also knows what it must feel like to believe you’re the centre of the universe, important beyond belief as his mother wipes away stray hairs from his face and kisses his forehead every night before bed. She whispers sweet nothings of fairy-tale dreams set in some reality far far away, making Cas feel as if every fantasy he’s ever imagined is conceivable.

As a child, Cas knows nothing of the limitations that face humans in this realm, knows only that should he wish upon the stars hard enough, there is nothing he cannot achieve.  

However, all picture-perfect storybooks must come to an end, and eventually Cassius’ does too.

After several weeks of uncharacteristic distance between the boy and his father, Cassius’ world shifts in the span of one night, tilting the axis which Cassius had so peacefully spun around until that very point in time. It happens when his mother isn’t home. His father sits Cassius at the table, a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder when he asks what Cassius’ dreams are and then proceeds to dismantle every last one of them until there’s not a star in the sky that Cassius thinks is attainable. Because Cas is, “just a human, an insignificant human – irrelevant to the gods and the stars up above”.

(It’s the last thing that Cassius hears from his father before the man disappears).

And just like that, the storybook begins to crumble.

The façade that Cassius’ mother built following his father’s departure doesn’t last long, and soon enough she’s shattered beyond repair; the proverbial cracks near the corners of her mouth far too severe even to support the smallest of encouraging smiles. Without warning, on a warm summer’s day, the pair move across town to a grand household where Cassius’ life becomes not his own but another’s. Here, he addresses the master of the house as “Sir”, and Sir addresses Cassius as something closer to “Cashius”, never bothering with the correct pronunciation.

Retrospectively, little Cassius should have anticipated the later fall of his mother. She becomes increasingly distant, the room they reside in gradually becoming so devoid of speech the air inside feels as frigid as a crypt. When he’s thirteen, she leaves. Or, well, she’s kicked out, waifish frame disappearing into the inky darkness of a winter’s night while Sir mutters something under his breath along the lines of “good riddance”.

She never even says goodbye.

At some point thereafter, Sir seemingly takes Cassius under his wing, sitting him down at the table nightly and teaching him card games; reminding Cassius that he ought to be thankful the man is teaching him such an important skill when his mother had squandered the “kindness” that Sir had bestowed upon them both. (It’s not until he’s grown does Cassius understand the weight of those tiny pills his mother took every day). There’s a specific sheen to the man’s eyes that tells Cassius the man sees him as nothing more than a charity case, a simple way to self-aggrandise when he gathers his friends on the weekends and tells them the heroic tale of how he’s taken it upon himself to care for this poor orphaned magicless human.

And Cassius abhors the flagrant ego-stroking masquerade of the entire “kindness”, but he yearns for knowledge and the unspoken promise of escape more than he desires to shove the man’s words back down his throat. So he fashions his very own façade instead. Cassius smiles and praises the man, tells him just how terribly kind and brilliantly intelligent he is, thanking him as a grateful puppy would upon receiving an unwarranted treat.

The act does not fail to reap its own rewards.  

A “charitable benefactor” to the end, the man leverages what connections he has and eventually finds Cassius a position working at the Circle, setting the boy free from his service once he has worked his way up to the position of a card dealer. It’s a conflicting feeling, to resent the man for his unabashed self-serving pity, yet inexplicably grateful for the luck he’s found himself inheriting as a result of their unbalanced relationship. But in the end, it doesn’t matter how Cassius feels about it all. His façade is well built, and he provides the man with endless words of praise and thanks for all that he has done for him, because even as a free man, that is their relationship: one of serf and lord.

Fast forward a few years and at the end of it all, this is the man that Cassius has become:

Now a six of diamonds, Cassius works as a croupier at the Koromo. Skilled at small talk, flashing a charming smile, and mesmerising cardistry to impress the table should they ask, perhaps his unwanted connection had provided him the opportunity, but skill alone had earned Cassius his position and he’s proud of that fact. It’s a good position for a human, he’s protected while he’s on the job and that’s more than most professions care to offer. Sure, other casinos that cater to a far more limited audience might be considered “better”, but Cassius is more than happy to avoid exclusively serving the upper echelons of society in favour of including individuals closer in rank to him. Those whose futures are not so disparate from his own.

Others might wonder, or even anticipate the great potential their future might hold, so assured that the future ahead is bright, but Cassius is well-aware he’s reached his peak in society. Face the facts: most humans are serfs, the lucky ones work in lowranking job positions, and the rest are forced into arranged marriages and used as tools to produce offspring. (The unluckiest ones live their lives as pets, something Cassius finds unfathomably degrading). There isn’t much to be excited about as a human in Kadeu. Yes, blessed with his father’s words that incessantly remind him just how insignificant he and his dreams are, Cassius lives life as a pessimist, unable to even hope for more. His mother’s descent and society itself only serves to reaffirm this engraved schema, Cassius morbidly confident that one day he too will fall and end up just as miserable as his parents.

Indeed, as a human, where was there to go in society but down? Sure, other dealers from the heart faction were a rank higher than he was, but Cassius would never rise higher than that, would never be a face card because who in their right mind would readily accept a human in a position of that much power?  There isn’t really any place left for Cassius to go up, so that leaves down as the final option, a fact which Cassius is well-aware of.

However, in private Cassius is a secret dreamer. Sometimes he catches himself wishing for more than he can ever have, wishing that where he is now wasn’t the peak of his life, but rather the beginning of something grand like in the stories he was told as a child. Cassius tries not to let these thoughts slip out, they’re dreams of futures he will never have, and wanting what you cannot have will lead you to nothing but unhappiness. Dreams, no matter how you look at it, are poison. You swallow just a drop, and that one drop multiplies over and over until you’re drowning in your own delusions of a life you can never achieve. They’re insidious, but Cassius can’t truthfully claim to have vanquished them all.

When it comes to matters of society and politics, it’s practically in Cassius’ job description to outwardly ignore the tension between factions, as individuals from any faction may be his customer. Behind closed doors however, Cassius tends to watch from afar with amused fascination, knowing full-well that he’ll never have much of a say in it all, and that it’s easier to simply accept what will happen, will happen. He sees political ongoings more as uncontrollable events, almost like the weather.

Despite his prominent position as a croupier, for the most part Cassius tries to keep to himself and remain unnoticed by those around him. In his experience, attention seeds trouble, and trouble is the last thing that Cas wants to find himself in. Existing as a human without magic in a place clearly not meant for him places Cas and his rank (which is relatively high for humans) in a precarious position, wherein it probably wouldn’t take much more than a minor infraction to send him toppling back to the bottom. So rather than placing himself in situations where he might be forced to bite the hand that feeds him (or rather, the hand that he simply exists within the grasp of), Cassius prefers to avoid attention all together.

In line with his trouble-avoidant nature, although Cassius may agree with some of the resistance’s values, he doesn’t want anything to do with them and the chaos they might bring. However, at the same time Cas isn’t going to go out of his way to actively oppose the resistance. Surviving as a human in society is already difficult as it is, so he’d rather avoid getting on the bad side of the resistance, essentially an understated fifth faction. In a similar manner, although he does not openly display any aversion to higher ranked individuals, Cas is admittedly more reluctant to befriend highrankers; painfully cognisant of the fact that they hold too much power, and he, too little. (Not to mention highranker’s politics. Terribly messy).

Personality

A croupier (dealer) at the Koromo located in Heart territory’s casinos, Cassius (or, Cas) is proficient in card tricks and skills, willing to show off his cardistry for those who ask nicely. Catch him on the job and you’ll find him nothing but cordial regardless of your rank or faction, a trait that extends to outside encounters. As a non-magic imbued lowranking human, he figures this is the highest in society’s ranking he will probably ever go, and he’s determined to keep his position for as long as he can. To Cassius, this equates to being as amiable as possible to avoid provoking a powerful party. This easy-to-get-along-with façade extends to strangers across all factions and ranks as Cassius recognises the immediate threat that highrankers (from any faction) might pose, and likewise, the potential threat that midrankers and lowrankers could pose should they one day outrank him. Indeed, upon first meeting Cassius may be kind, but rarely is his initial kindness genuine. In fact, seldom is the Cassius you first meet as a stranger anywhere near a genuine representation of him as a person.

(His unspoken opinion of highrankers? “I may be a miserable human, but at least my ego isn’t inflated beyond repair”)

As opposed to his external behaviour, from a shallow standpoint, internally Cassius is ambivalent to those of his own faction, finding many of them rather arrogant but otherwise tolerable. With those from the Hearts faction, he approaches them with a degree of caution, knowing that he can have a good time with a Heart, but never should he trust them near his coins. Cassius holds a neutral indifference towards Spades, simply finding them a little too high-strung for his taste. Concerning Clubs, although knowing that he is unlikely to be physically involved with any of them, Cassius finds himself subtly wary of members from the faction, well-aware of the high mortality humans face there.

Generally, Cassius carries an assured air of confidence with him despite his almost crippling pessimism that has him convinced there is nowhere left for him to go in the future but down. (Although, perhaps he is not as pessimism as he presents himself to be, spending a surprising amount of energy arduously trying to extinguish his own hopes and dreams rather than risk nurturing them). Touting about his own well-built façade, Cassius is perceptive, quick to anticipate what others want to hear from him and providing them with just that while keeping his own true opinions and thoughts locked away. However, that doesn’t mean he’s above sneaking a few underhanded comments in here and there, you might find yourself looking back at a previous interaction with him and realising that a compliment he paid you was significantly more affronting than you realized.

Despite providing an ingenuine kindness to strangers, he does have moments of true kindness with the few trustworthy people he calls friends, willing to do just about anything for those he genuinely cares about. That isn’t to say his friends are treated to kindness alone. Cas rarely sugar-coats his opinions when he’s with people he trusts, highly valuing blunt truth when so much of his public persona is a façade. Further, some may find themselves pleasantly surprised to unearth a rather playful version of Cas once they become closer, the croupier enjoying his fair share of teasing banter when comfortable. (Occasionally, those close to the croupier might even witness Cas when he’s flustered, ears tinted red and palms raised to hide his “unbecoming expression”. Testimony has it that the entire thing is rather endearing and almost… cute?)

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Accepted — Al-Farsi Leila

♥   Leili Al-Farsi aka. Leila Mori looks like Ivana Alawi (actor) ♥   She was born December 25, 1814; making her 206 but she appears to be 25 ♥   This Succubi is Heterosexual and a Jack of Hearts ♥   She is the owner of The Secret Room

Biography

The Al-Farsi Family is a family greatly known for their secrecy. A reclusive family whose only presence is felt through the various charities that the family was connected to. It was rumored that the Al-Farsis were wealthy enough to become Kings, if only they would stop their habit of excessive spending for the poor. However, this was the only way the family stayed relevant over the past century. As what the rumors circulated, the Al-Farsis remained a neutral family in the years of peace within Kadeu. Their founding matriarch was a woman whose roots were traced from the City of Umibe. She had come to Kadeu for a better life and found work in The Red Dragon. Gradually, she rosed up the ranks and became the brothel’s owner in less than a decade. Her name was Lamia Mori. She was the great-grandmother of Leila Al-Farsi, or so what the family introduced her to be.

The truth was that the matriarch Lamia Mori and the great-granddaughter, Leila Al-Farsi, was one and the same woman. She was a succubus who have crossed over from the Demon Realm more than a century ago and has skillfully hidden herself undetected in the public eye, all the while feigning to be a human. However, something had changed when the succubus decided to clothe herself in the finest of tulles and satins and adorn her body with glistening jewels. That same day, her own father appeared before her. It was then that she knew of her mother’s death. Her father spared no expense on sharing his bare intentions. First, he found her current abode quite atrocious and second, he abhors the fact that her own daughter had decided to cowardly hide in the facade of a human instead of being proud of her demonic origins.

But Leila still remembers the day she was forcefully thrown out of the Demon Realm by her very own clan. It was the very reason why she could not bear to go back. It was her forty second birthday, way past her puberty and still no signs of her ‘awakening.’ It well-known in the Demon Realm that the younger a concubi would stop aging, the earlier would be its awakening and the stronger that concubi would be. Records had reported that these were the cases for those born with concubi parents. But Lamia was a daughter of a succubus and an arch demon and little had been known of the children of this kind of union. It was a pride for her father that Lamia stopped aging by the age of 24. To her clan, this was a promising sign that she would become one of the strongest concubi due to her lineage. They have made plans specially catered to her education, with the goal of making her the perfect hidden weapon of the family.

Great joy and merriment occurred on her thirty fifth birthday. Her clan had invited others to witness her awakening. However, none of that happened. No stubby spiked tail, no primal feeding ensued. Lamia caused her clan to lose face that night, but they still had patiently waited for her awakening. A year turned to two, then three yet there was still no sign of that stubborn tail. This frustrated Lamia to the core. If only she was born as a demon instead of a concubi, her mother would have been the grand consort of the clan but alas she was anything but. Without even much of an opportunity to say her farewells, Lamia was thrown off to a realm far too different than what she was familiar of. That was when she found herself at the depths of the sea of Umibe. A sudden change happened with her as she crossed over the portal, Lamia found herself growing a stubby spiked tail. How she hated her tail for years after, if only it had grown sooner. Little did she know, this was the least of her problems.

A rude awakening soon followed, enraging Lamia down to her very core. She learned of the poor treatment of the townsfolk towards concubi the hard way, through her own fault. Lamia once let her guard down and her origins as a succubus spread throughout the city like wildfire overnight. By morning, she lost the reputation she painstakingly established over a couple of years. She hated the smell of potent distrust, hated it even more that she had to feed off on those disgusting emotion. In a fit of rage, she openly hunted at The Docks until she was fully satiated. During this primal hunt, Lamia learned that aside from lust, fear became her most favorite meal. The next morning, reports on spoilt goods and missing sailors grazed the covers of the newspapers and rumors blamed such incident on the succubus whom no citizen has seen ever again.

Her overfeeding was proven to be useful nonetheless as the succubus was able to traverse the 10-mile distance from the City of Umibe to Kadeu in just a little over two hours. She must admit that the air in Kadeu was much fresher compared to the City of Umibe. Here, Lamia could easily feed without many complications as she could freely feed off in the streets. She noticed that on her inner left wrist, the once prominent 1 symbol that mystically appeared after she crossed over from the Demon Realm now became a 3. Lamia learned upon further coaxing from her clientele that the more she gathers her wealth and store it in the Zuihuo Bank, the more she would rise in the rank and this was the window of opportunity for her to have a new life. A life where she could live in peace, where the scent of distrust is absent and only pure lust and greed filled the air. The scent of greed was something Lamia had not thought of to be served in this place. The more she consumed it, the more she was influenced by it. Soon, the news of a lucky sex-worker on the streets reached the ears of the warden of The Red Dragon. There were not many blatant sex-workers brave enough to flaunt themselves on the streets, especially near his establishment, he wanted to have that worker for himself.

It was then that Lamia Mori was known as the Lady Mori of The Red Dragon. The mystical tattoo on her inner left wrist became a 5 and later a 7 as she became a high-end sex-worker for the brothel. By then, she had skillfully hidden her identity as a succubus. But this was not enough, not when the brothel was rumored to be auctioned off as its previous owner had plummeted down to bankruptcy and a deadly combo of gambling and drugs. This was the window of opportunity that Lamia was waiting for. In the depths of the night, a woman was found standing at the gates of the abode of the previous owner. Nobody knew what had transpired that night, but the fact remains that the Al-Farsi family had purchased the brothel.

With the change of ownership comes the influx of patrons. The title “Lady Mori” was bestowed for a decade to a favored sex-worker of the brothel, paying homage to the first Lady Mori who was said to have been favored by a patron and was gifted of the brothel itself, earning her favor. The first Lady Mori was the same consort of the Al-Farsi family that had graced society of her presence just a few months after the family purchased the brothel. Little did the society knew that the head of the Al-Farsi family was Lamia Mori. The man whom she claims to be her ‘husband,’ the man rumored to be the patron who was enamored by her beauty was no other than the previous warden of The Red Dragon himself.

It had been several decades since Lady Mori, now known as Madam Al-Farsi, had graced society herself. However, the tales of her glory days was still known in Kadeu. She once loved to throw charity balls for various causes she could think of, to a point that she had almost endangered her family’s status as a facecard. The last time she was seen was the day she announced her pregnancy. It was said that she had died during childbirth. And news of the family could only be seen in the papers, not a shadow of their beings was in sight. One recurring fact that always appeared in the paper though, the women married to the Al-Farsis had always died of childbirth. This was rumored to be a curse plaguing the entire family.

But the rumors of the curse did not stop the family finding a new bride. The 3rd generation head of the Al-Farsi, known by many as Khalil Al-Farsi, was one whose beauty once rivaled the family’s founding monarch, Lamia Mori herself. He was the great source of pride of the family as he had single-handedly beaten their once rival strip club, The Golden Faerie. Although not a brothel itself, the strip club also caters to all ranks like The Red Dragon. Thus, the news of its upgrade followed by the new that it would now only be catering to ranks 7 and above had delighted the family.

Following the good fortune that The Red Dragon had received in the past few months was the tragic death of Khalil Al-Farsi. The scene of finding the child she once raised to be the family heir was now dead pushed Leila to seek vengeance for him. To distract the ton from his death, Leila spread the news of her debut in society. Gossip columns in the newspapers were filled with testimonies of the once loyal patrons who were too old to frequent the brothel and those who have seen Madam Al-Farsi in her glory days both of whom confirmed that the next of kin of the Al-Farsi looks just like the madam. And with this, the curiosity of the ton followed wondering of the beauty that daughter of Khalil Al-Farsi holds. A satirical laugh could be heard across the mansion. Indeed, she picked the ripe time to reintroduce herself to society as Leila Al-Farsi.

Personality

Leila is a socialite which led to her being hyperaware of the rankings. She made it a self-priority to maintain a facecard rank for survival as she had witnessed the dark side of the lowranks and abhors to be in that same situation twice. Thus, she maintains strong relations amongst the highranks, at the same time, she is kind to lowranks, even to a point of offering them jobs in her brothel to keep them off the streets. She made it her mission to get sex workers off the streets and into her brothel, in return, she asks for their utmost loyalty, which had become her unknown weakness in the long run. Using the excuse of finding a husband, Leila is at a stage seeking revenge for her father, Khalil Al-Farsi. The culprit behind his death is still at large.

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Accepted — Thagard Kol

♣️   Kol Thagard aka. Enigma looks like Mads Mikkelson (actor) ♣️   He was born November 22, 1853 ; making him 167 years old but appears 50  ♣️   This Strongarm/Shifter Hybrid is Pansexual and Ace of Clubs ♣️   He is the owner of Dragonfire Hotsprings and the Armory

Biography

 "We are caught inside a mystery, veiled in an enigma, locked inside a riddle.“

Kol was born as one of the rare hybrids, that were favoured by fortune to become both of the species of their parents. His father, Vilho Thagard, was a strongarm and 9 of Clubs. In addition to it he was an owner of a small but well-known horse farm, so Kol already learned horseback riding while still young and developed a special bond to those animals. His mother, Naenia Thagard, was a shifter and a 8 of Clubs. She was a stunning beauty, which didn’t go unnoticed on numerous occasions. Thus is happened that one fatal day the head of the Park family came to the horse farm, looking for a horse but falling head over heels in love with his mother. So this man, Park Jitae, returned to the farm with a few loyal fighters in the deep of the night, murdering his father and setting the farm on fire, so that his mother had no other choice than marrying him. At that time Kol was still in his adolescent years and his mother begged him not to fight back, worrying they would kill her son as well. So for the sake of his mother Kol was putting up a brave front towards his new stepfather and played along, though he wouldn’t never forget, nor forgive. He even had to change his name to Kol Park.

The Park family owned the Armory for as long as anyone can remember and so Kol was able to learn a lot about the business and weapons by his stepfather, who was a King of Clubs and a shifter, while he also tried to be Kol’s mentor to please his new wife, Kol’s mother. Soon after their marriage Kol’s half brother, Park Juno, was born, the consequence being that the newborn offspring of the Park family got the full attention of his stepfather to raise his first born as the next head of the Park family. Not that Kol would mind being no longer in focus of his stepfather’s attention, he didn’t want to be part of the Park family after all, so as soon as he was grown up, Kol left the Park family to live on his own and changed his name back to Kol Thagard much to the disgust of his stepfather. Kol was quite successful living on his own. Over the years Kol took a liking to spend time at the Dragonfire Hotsprings and that is how it came that he became a close friend to the owner, Yurippe Chontos - 10 of Clubs and Water Elementalist-, despite the age gap between them. The onsen became his safe haven, a haven of peace, in which he had got things straightened out with himself and it worked well over the last few decades. A couple of years ago Yurippe died of illness and to Kol’s surprise his friend bequeathed the Dragonfire Hotsprings to Kol, who was now the owner of his favorite place of Kadeu.

Though in recent years Kol could observe how his stepfather was more and more corrupted by power and his position as the owner of the Armory. Park Jitae was never a honorable fighter, a bit of a coward you could say. It remained a mystery to Kol how his stepfather was even able to keep his rank as a King of Clubs for so long, he figured mostly because of his status due to his family. So hearing his stepfather defeated the current Ace of Clubs in a battle, it was clear from the outset that there was something fishy about that. It wasn’t long before rumors came up that the former Ace was poisoned before the battle had started. That’d fit in with his stepfather’s way of behavior. Things were getting worse after Park Jitae had gotten the rank of an Ace of Clubs, since he became more and more a tyrant and dictator to the Club faction by trying to establish something like a regime. Usually Clubs citizens police themselves and defeat anyone trying to change their chosen freedom and lawlessness, but it seemed like people were scared to fall into disfavor with the Park family and as a consequence thereof being unwelcome to the Armory. Only when rumors came up that Park Jitae wanted to sell even the best weapons, that are meant for Clubs only, on other factions as well, there were first attempts to bring down Park Jitae, but to no effect. At that time he had managed to develop a loyal following that were fighting against all his enemies. Kol still had no intention to meddle in his stepfather’s affairs, though his stepfather represented all the wrongs of the Clubs faction.

Kol didn’t go crazy until he heard that his mother had a fatal accident, knowing very well how his stepfather handled things, Kol couldn’t believe that his mother died because of an accident right from the beginning. It was no secret that Park Jitae had several extramarital affairs and thinking of the way his father died and his mother became Jitae’s wife, Kol was pretty sure that he knew the reason why his stepfather has killed his mother and naive as his half-brother Juno was, he believed in the story of an accident. Without the slightest hesitation Kol was going to see his stepfather and seek for revenge. It was a fight to the death, all or nothing, and his stepfather had no ther choice than agreeing to the fight because if not his stepfather would have proven Kol’s accusation right indirectly. The fight didn’t take long, of course Park Jitae weapon was prepped with poison - old habits die hard - but he underestimated Kol’s blind rage. With a high rush of adrenaline running through his blood, Kol was able to fight against the poison in his blood long enough to defeat his stepfather in the fight, but to everyone’s surprise Kol spared Park Jitae’s life. As a result of this fight Kol was an Ace of Clubs from now on and besides he took part over the position of Park Jitae in the Armory, so now he was even the new owner of the Armory while Park Jitae’s rank was demoted to Kol’s former rank a 8 of Clubs and put the Park family to shame, being in disgrace as of now. In the first days after the fight Kol was busy with demoting those who were loyal to his stepfather while he still recover from his injuries, but right now he cannot allow to show any kind of weakness. It wasn’t Kol’s intentions to take over the position of his stepfather from the beginning, but after all that happened he had to stop Park Jitae, wanting to bring back honor to the Club faction. We’ll just have to wait and see what the future holds…

Personality

"I’m an enigma. You can’t really figure out what I’m going to do next. I like it like that.”

Kol is by all means a proud resident of the Club faction. He was content to be a mid-ranker for years and didn’t care about becoming a higher rank, nor being part of the Park family’s business, the Armory. Also he is not really interested in someone’s rank, though from time to time he catches himself being prejudices against low-rankers, like ‘they are not strong enough to alter life for the better’. To put it at its simplest there is no problem that couldn’t be solved by a fight. What he can’t stand is cruelty and torture to get what you want, even in a fight he’ll always play fair. To him that’s the only way to win honor. He has no problem with the other factions, but he is unsympathetic to resistance members. Most of the time he is easy-going, cheerful, a helper in time of need and a philanderer, but yet he is difficult to understand. As soon as you think you 'solved’ the mystery - called Kol, he acts in a way you didn’t expect. That’s why he is called Enigma, even by those he is close to.

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