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Name: Shane Conrad
Age: 19
Title: Poet of Time
Power: Time Pen (pen to write poetry to travel through time, it changes shape depending on past future or present)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Land: Land of Thunder and Inkwells (LOTAI)
Consort: Rabbit
Text Color: Black
chumHandle: solarorigins
Kind Abstrata: Rod kind
Fetch Modus: Haiku poems
Guardian: JACK
Personality: quiet, brooding, emotionally distant, rebellious

Your name is SHANE CONRAD, and you are 17 YEARS OLD. You reside on the WESTERN COAST of the US, near the city of LOS ANGELES. You live with your guardian, JACK, who adopted you when you were 12. For as long as you can remember you were moved from home to home jammed with so many kids that the guardians didn't notice or care about what went on so long as they were paid. Compared to that, JACK is a nice change of pace, FIRM but SUPPORTIVE in dealing with you. You have FEW INTERESTS that don't involve POETRY, and they are PARKOUR and STAR-GAZING. Though PARKOUR started out more as a way to avoid getting your ass kicked by the jerks at your school than an actual hobby.

You recently had a GROWTH SPURT that has you close to SIX FEET TALL, but before you were ranging on the SHORT FOR A GIRL side of the scale. Your hair is NATURALLY BLONDE but you DYE it BLACK to keep with your DARK IMAGE. You're not much of a people person, having strong ANTI-SOCIAL TENDENCIES from the neglect and abuse from your childhood, and you are nearly incapable of showing or reciprocating AFFECTION. You have a slight INFERIORITY COMPLEX but you cover that nicely with AGGRESSION and SARCASM.

You and some PEOPLE YOU MET ONLINE THAT CALL YOU THEIR FRIEND play a game called SVENT. You are the POET OF TIME and you reside in the LAND OF THUNDER AND INKWELLS where the sky is always dark and the thunder rolls as ink rains down and runs over the the collection of assorted inkwells that crowd the planet. The consorts of your land are DEPRESSED MIDNIGHT BLUE RABBITS who like STORIES.

Your chumHandle is solarOrigins, and you have a tendency to slip into shitty rhymes as you gripe, made apparent how you type.
Your fetch modus is HAIKU POEMS which is just another way for you to slip bad poetry into your day.