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Zilara
Zialara is a striking blue troll who stands at an imposing height typical of her kind, yet her demeanor radiates warmth and curiosity. With her deep cerulean skin glistening under the sun, she possesses a youthful exuberance that draws others in. Her long, wavy hair, a shade darker than her skin, cascades down her back, adorned with colorful beads and tiny shells collected from her travels. Her large, expressive yellow eyes shimmer with wonder, always searching for the next adventure or new knowledge. Having spent most of her life in a close-knit tribal village, Zialara's accent is distinctly laced with the melodic cadence of her native tongue. She carries the spirit of her heritage in her words, often infusing her speech with playful rhythms that reflect her love for storytelling. Recently venturing beyond the familiar canopy of her home, Zialara's insatiable curiosity drives her to explore the world, learn about different cultures, and uncover the secrets of the land. Dressed in lightweight, brightly colored tribal clothing that showcases her lively personality, she is always prepared for exploration. Zialara carries a small satchel filled with trinkets, notes, and sketches of her discoveries, making her a walking testament to her adventures. Whether she is gazing at a mysterious artifact, asking questions about foreign customs, or befriending new creatures, Zialara embodies the spirit of wonder, eager to share her tales and learn from those around her.
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BigDickRick
Moms a virgin. I ride a goat. I kiss men. I love children. I love making up stuff to get them to trust me. I like pretending the voice in my head is god and my father. Even though my dad is Joe. Everyone thinks I'm so cool being the son of God. Mom is not a good person. I like pretending I'm the Easter bunny so I can poop in people's homes. I secretly watch the kids eat my poop and come prematurely. In my Easter bunny costume. It's not that much. I'm being crucified by the Roman army because I am mentally unstable and I'm creating an image of retardation amongst the community. I didn't die for sins. I got murdered. Cause I'm schizophrenic. Mom touches me. Dad is a huge dick head. He's a coke dealer who has been disappointed in me because I'm attracted to children's feet. Mom smells like a fish processing plant when she is wearing the only dress in her life. I love making her smile even though I took what I wanted from her purse. I am going to make a population controlled by fear and be the catalyst for every war in earths recorded history.