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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A tall and slender man follows him. He has curly black hair that almost covers pointed ears, revealing elvish heritage. Pale gray eyes dart towards Kane as he walks by him, as if wanting to speak but not quite sure what to say. He wears a fitted leather jacket and black leggings. *he’s trans so most mistake him for a woman*

 Kane nods his head at the Elf and speaks in a soft voice with a slight British accent. “Greetings.” His arms and body remain hidden behind his cloak.

 “Hello.” The half elf speaks with a well hidden Canadian accent. “And who might you be?”

 “Here, I am known as Kane. Kane River. And you?” He turns his head to look at the half elf, his blue eyes are so bright and unwavering that they seem to gaze into the elf’s very soul.

 His eyes narrow for a brief moment, easily missable. “Isa, sir. Isa Dono.”

 “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

 “The pleasure is all mine.”

 “I am assuming you are here because you received a letter, as I did?”

 “Yes, sir. I assume that is why most, if not all, people are here.”

 “No need to call me sir.” He chuckles. “That reminds of times I’d rather not remember.”

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A tall and slender man follows him. He has curly black hair that almost covers pointed ears, revealing elvish heritage. Pale gray eyes dart towards Kane as he walks by him, as if wanting to speak but not quite sure what to say. He wears a fitted leather jacket and black leggings. *he’s trans so most mistake him for a woman*

 Kane nods his head at the Elf and speaks in a soft voice with a slight British accent. “Greetings.” His arms and body remain hidden behind his cloak.

 “Hello.” The half elf speaks with a well hidden Canadian accent. “And who might you be?”

 “Here, I am known as Kane. Kane River. And you?” He turns his head to look at the half elf, his blue eyes are so bright and unwavering that they seem to gaze into the elf’s very soul.

 His eyes narrow for a brief moment, easily missable. “Isa, sir. Isa Dono.”

 “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

 “The pleasure is all mine.”

 “I am assuming you are here because you received a letter, as I did?”

 “Yes, sir. I assume that is why most, if not all, people are here.”

 “No need to call me sir.” He chuckles. “That reminds of times I’d rather not remember.”

 “If I may, what happened?”

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*This could have been a really cool James Bond thing. Maybe I’ll make a James Bond Thread.*

 *what could have?*

 *This thread could’ve been a 007 Goldeneye sort of thing.*

 *i have no idea what that is but ok*

 *Watch James Bond.*

 *whats it about*

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A tall and slender man follows him. He has curly black hair that almost covers pointed ears, revealing elvish heritage. Pale gray eyes dart towards Kane as he walks by him, as if wanting to speak but not quite sure what to say. He wears a fitted leather jacket and black leggings. *he’s trans so most mistake him for a woman*

 Kane nods his head at the Elf and speaks in a soft voice with a slight British accent. “Greetings.” His arms and body remain hidden behind his cloak.

 “Hello.” The half elf speaks with a well hidden Canadian accent. “And who might you be?”

 “Here, I am known as Kane. Kane River. And you?” He turns his head to look at the half elf, his blue eyes are so bright and unwavering that they seem to gaze into the elf’s very soul.

 His eyes narrow for a brief moment, easily missable. “Isa, sir. Isa Dono.”

 “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

 “The pleasure is all mine.”

 “I am assuming you are here because you received a letter, as I did?”

 “Yes, sir. I assume that is why most, if not all, people are here.”

 “No need to call me sir.” He chuckles. “That reminds of times I’d rather not remember.”

 “If I may, what happened?”

 “It’s a very long story, but I used to be a General during a massive war.”

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*This could have been a really cool James Bond thing. Maybe I’ll make a James Bond Thread.*

 *what could have?*

 *This thread could’ve been a 007 Goldeneye sort of thing.*

 *i have no idea what that is but ok*

 *Watch James Bond.*

 *whats it about*

 *Spies.*

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Antonio is sleeping on one of the couches outside of the main quarters, his legs crossed, his sharp ears twitching at the still air and a small sly grin teasing at his lips. The tips of his hair floating lightly off of his hair as he sleeps. He snores lightly and occasionally hums an iconic but not well known song. His suit is somehow not wrinkled despite his lying down.

A hooded figure seems to float through the front doors, death and darkness radiating off of him in waves, his aura void black. He looks around silently before wandering down a hallway

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A tall and slender man follows him. He has curly black hair that almost covers pointed ears, revealing elvish heritage. Pale gray eyes dart towards Kane as he walks by him, as if wanting to speak but not quite sure what to say. He wears a fitted leather jacket and black leggings. *he’s trans so most mistake him for a woman*

 Kane nods his head at the Elf and speaks in a soft voice with a slight British accent. “Greetings.” His arms and body remain hidden behind his cloak.

 “Hello.” The half elf speaks with a well hidden Canadian accent. “And who might you be?”

 “Here, I am known as Kane. Kane River. And you?” He turns his head to look at the half elf, his blue eyes are so bright and unwavering that they seem to gaze into the elf’s very soul.

 His eyes narrow for a brief moment, easily missable. “Isa, sir. Isa Dono.”

 “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

 “The pleasure is all mine.”

 “I am assuming you are here because you received a letter, as I did?”

 “Yes, sir. I assume that is why most, if not all, people are here.”

 “No need to call me sir.” He chuckles. “That reminds of times I’d rather not remember.”

 “If I may, what happened?”

 “It’s a very long story, but I used to be a General during a massive war.”

 He nods. “Which war?”

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*This could have been a really cool James Bond thing. Maybe I’ll make a James Bond Thread.*

 *what could have?*

 *This thread could’ve been a 007 Goldeneye sort of thing.*

 *i have no idea what that is but ok*

 *Watch James Bond.*

 *whats it about*

 *Spies.*

 *interesting*

*cut*

“They were called The Clone Wars.”

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 *hello*

*Himy wanna rp? My intro’s on the second page*

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 Inside the mansion sitting on the floor is a short person in bandages and a bellhop outfit
*himy can this char be canon?*

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 Inside the mansion sitting on the floor is a short person in bandages and a bellhop outfit
*himy can this char be canon?*

 *Pm me about it and I’ll see*

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Antonio is sleeping on one of the couches outside of the main quarters, his legs crossed, his sharp ears twitching at the still air and a small sly grin teasing at his lips. The tips of his hair floating lightly off of his hair as he sleeps. He snores lightly and occasionally hums an iconic but not well known song. His suit is somehow not wrinkled despite his lying down.

 *If anyone wants to rp.*

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Antonio is sleeping on one of the couches outside of the main quarters, his legs crossed, his sharp ears twitching at the still air and a small sly grin teasing at his lips. The tips of his hair floating lightly off of his hair as he sleeps. He snores lightly and occasionally hums an iconic but not well known song. His suit is somehow not wrinkled despite his lying down.

 *If anyone wants to rp.*

 A kid-sized person stands near the side of the couch, giving off a sound of irregular breathing and soft mechanical whirrs. they seem to be trying to bat the little floating bits that came from antonio's hair out of the air

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Antonio is sleeping on one of the couches outside of the main quarters, his legs crossed, his sharp ears twitching at the still air and a small sly grin teasing at his lips. The tips of his hair floating lightly off of his hair as he sleeps. He snores lightly and occasionally hums an iconic but not well known song. His suit is somehow not wrinkled despite his lying down.

 *If anyone wants to rp.*

 A kid-sized person stands near the side of the couch, giving off a sound of irregular breathing and soft mechanical whirrs. they seem to be trying to bat the little floating bits that came from antonio's hair out of the air

 Eventually Antonio wakes up and looks at the kid sized person with a bemused smile “Excuse me, that is my hair you are playing with. Could you please not do that while I attempt to sleep? I’m Antonio by the way.” His accent and way he’s carries himself comforting to the person.

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what

 Kane raises an eyebrow. He slowly removes his billowy robe. Underneath, he wears a Monk-like outfit with light brown robes that fit loosely onto his body. The sleeves of his undershirt are large and loose, but his shoulders, elbows, and knees are all adorned with incomplete pieces of an armor set. The armor white with blue highlights and looks to be made out of a durable but light material that most definitely does not exist on earth. He has what looks like a utility belt around his wait, with which hangs a couple pouches, a small knife, and a strange metallic cylinder with worn grip tape wrapped around it and lots of metal plates and wires sticking out from it.

Kane subtly waves to the man that just passed him, then follows behind him.