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Booker Canvran
Character information
  1. Mental
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1990-04-13 (29 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Arkansas, Little Rock
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
    English, Chernarussian
  8. Relationship
  9. Family
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    187 cm
  2. Weight
    84 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Short Brown
  5. Eyes
  6. Features
  7. Occupation
    Former special forces
  8. Affiliation
    Chaotic Neutral


W.I.P™ we are in water in boat, going towards visible island. at the peack of island is a big ass house/ different houses. We get to the shore and begin exploring. It seemed empty until it wasn't. Friends got caught i sneaked out of the place i heard a mans voice scolding them for snooping or what not and kept them captive i dont know as what though. I looked around til i had to make my way back to help them escape. I get there but had to escape again as people where patroling. so i sneak away throught the back this time where i see a trail i begin to follow. There i see a statue or a tree made into a form of a woman. I begin to hear a witch's voice in my head laughing and taunting me. I begin to run down the trail where there was forrest surrounding. I see statues of weird figures as i ran and tthe trail became more and more deteriated as i got further and i began running faster. The trees burrowing into the the trail made of asphalt. When my vision became distorted and the voice louder. i turn revealing a horrific figure of a woman flying the witch. I than end up waking up again at the entrance of the place but it was night this time. i once again attempted to sneak through the same way where my uncle comes out of a door startling me cause i thought it was something else. He glanced at me but pretended to not see me so i can escape. I did i jumped the garden fence but there a man was with a shotgun examining close to where i was. I was shirtless with my shirt in hand so i created a distraction, there was a squirel which i had thrown my shirt unto. When the man investigated i usesd some sort of power to control his movement through speech and commanded he shoot himself. It felt oddly satisfying and i can see the evil within me grow. The power made it so that even when he was dead i was able to command him so i made him give me his cllothes. i knew i had other powers cause i could feel it inside me. don't know what it was. W.I.P™




jesus, youre a day old?!


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top tier backstory

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Pepe Jones


"We are in water in boat"


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I wish I understood cave man so I could read this incredible backstory

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