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This ‘tome’ is made up of crude, ripped scraps of paper seemingly pinned together in an arbitrary order. When Garen takes to reading it however, it is with no small jolt of fear that his heart starts to pound. Why, he remembers this conversation. He had said these very words to the Prince that very morning! Perhaps this accounts for how roughly put together the book is? 

He reads on. 

Suspicion is quickly replaced as the conversation takes a turn from what truly happened into the realm of what he supposes this book was intended for – fiction. After all, the altercation (disagreement over tactics, really) that he had shared with the Prince had certainly not ended with his Majesty pushing the Captain of the Vanguard behind a pillar. 

It is with a confused curiosity that Garen finds himself engrossed, the fiction itself surprisingly well-written considering the materials it is recorded on. He slowly curls into himself, eyes widening as he pulls the sheets closer to his chest as though to hide his bawdy literature from anyone that might be peeking over his shoulder (perhaps the voyeur that had heard their conversation in the first place?).

All of a sudden, however, as though the man had been shot, the papers find themselves colliding with the stone wall opposite, pooling into a puddle of parchment on the floor as the Captain looks upon them with abject horror. It had almost been realistic (worryingly so) before the Prince had sprouted tentacles. 

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Hey Jenn, welcome! I really enjoyed the writing sample! Feel free to pick up your free hat anytime!

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Character Name ( Full );; Bebe Stevens Clyde Donovan Suggested Face Claim?;; Cory Monteith Positive Traits ( List three );;   Charming, compassionate, and friendly. Negative Traits ( List three );; Vain, emotional, and dim. Three Headcanons;; Clyde tries to come off as confident but he really has no idea what he’s doing. He feels like he has no direction at the given moment.He feels as though his looks is his only strength so he works out daily, attempts to diet (and fails), and even has daytime and nighttime facial routine. Clyde continued on with football and baseball. Clyde is a follower by nature. However, if he sees something as wrong, he will say something. He won’t ignore an injustice if it’s thrown in his face. Anything else?;; Clyde is bisexual but hides it. In-Character writing sample;; The morning started off as each morning did. The alarm on his iphone blared next to his ear. Clyde clumsily groped for the phone and unlocked it, making the noise finally stop. Every morning, he swore he’d change it from the mamba to something less irritating but he never did. As he sat up, he attempted to rub the sleep from his eyes. He gave himself a second to yawn before he got off the bed, resembling something out of a zombie movie as he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and an old ‘South Park Cows’ shirt. He grabbed the change of clothes and dragged himself to the bathroom. The brunette quickly changed and brushed his teeth. After, he jogged down the stairs to start his day. It always started with a 30 minute jog before getting ready for school. He was more than a little traumatized about becoming the ‘fattest kid at school’ again. If he wanted to be popular, he had to be strict with himself. This was probably the only area he was strict with himself, he thought to himself as he pulled on a brand new pair of running shoes his dad brought home for him. It was kinda cool to basically have a first look at all the new brands coming out. He vaguely recalled a few snark remarks to the ‘toms’ when he wore them to school once. A month or two later, that shoe was everywhere. Clyde snatched his ipod off the kitchen table, placed the buds in his ears, and was out the door jogging to the guitar of Fleetwood Mac.