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Background
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RP Hooks
Dreams built of wood and paper: An antiquarian bookseller.
The "Good" Kind of Stalker: Enjoys people watching.
Mmmm, Yes: Smells absolutely amazing.
Black as night, sweet as sin: Owns a bookstore & coffee house.
Contacts
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Logs
Gallery
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Vital Stats
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Full Name:
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Heloise Morille Grahurst
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Appears As:
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Heloise
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Birth Date:
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October 28th, 2001
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Apparent Age:
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Twenties
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Occupation:
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Antiquarian Bookseller
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Needle:
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Chess Master
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Thread:
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Honor
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Sphere:
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Changeling
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Court:
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Winter
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Seeming:
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Fairest
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Kith:
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Flowering
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Entitlement:
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None yet.
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Motley:
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None yet.
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Keeper:
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The Swarmkeeper
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Notable Stats
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Striking Looks - Alluring
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🔴🔴
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Investigation: Cryptography Specialization
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Soundtrack
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This Mortal Coil ~ Song To The Siren
- Hear me sing, "Swim to me
- Swim to me; let me enfold you
- Here I am, here I am
- Waiting to hold you"
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ~ Song Of Joy
- The wind round here gets wicked cold
- But my story is nearly told
- I fear the morning will bring quite a frost
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Julie Byrne ~ Follow My Voice
- I've been called heartbreaker
- For doing justice to my own
- I, too, been a fault-finder
- But that life is broke
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Nick Drake ~ Cello Song
- You would seem so frail in the cold of the night
- When the armies of emotion go out to fight
- But while the Earth sinks to its grave
- You sail to the sky on the crest of a wave
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Dead Can Dance ~ How Fortunate the Man with None
- You heard of honest Socrates
- The man who never lied
- They weren't so grateful as you'd think
- Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried
- And handed him the poisoned drink
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Sisters of Mercy ~ More
- D'you get scared to feel so much?
- To let somebody touch you?
- So hot, so cold, so far so out of control
- Hard to come by, and harder to hold
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Fleet Foxes ~ White Winter Hymnal
- I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
- With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
- To keep their little heads from fallin' in the snow
- And I turned 'round and there you go
- And, Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow
- Red as strawberries in the summertime
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Laura Marling ~ Goodbye England (Covered in Snow)
- But a friend of mine says it good to hear
- That you believe in love even if said in fear
- Well I'll hold you there brother and set you straight
- I only believe true love is frail and willing to break
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Sisters of Mercy ~ Driven Like The Snow
- Still night, nothing for miles
- White curtain come down
- Kill the lights in the middle of the road
- And take a look, take a look around.....
- It don't help to be one of the chosen
- One of the few, to be sure
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