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Stark, the name given to my ancestor for a feat of bravery. It means Strength, or Strong.
The motto give: fortiorum fortia facta (made stronger and braver)
I say, let us all be fortiorum fortia facta.
Spoiler: I'm an Ajin!
death
Spoiler: life
Spoiler: lets go
Spoiler: extra
and if that was not enough for ya
here is some more
Spoiler: doctor who quotes
now, if there is one thing you shouldn't have done, you shouldn't have let me push all those buttons.
I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation Kasterborous. I'm 903 years old, and I'm the man who's going to save your lives, and all six billion on the planet below. You got a problem with that?
I'm the Doctor, and you're in the biggest library in the universe. Look me up.
Hello. I'm the Doctor. Basically... run.
The Doctor: There's one thing you never put in a trap if you're smart. If you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow there's one thing you never, ever put in a trap.
Angel Bob: What's that, sir?
The Doctor: Me.
you know what they call me in the ancient legends of the dalek homeworld? the oncoming sotrm.
the man who can turn an army around at the mention of his name. Doctor
900 years of time and space, and I've never met anyone who wasn't important.
I am definitely a madman with a box
Spoiler: my quotes
you make me sick
and you want to know why?
because you have everything, everything you ever really needed right there, and you through it all away
everything that you needed to be happy, and you kicked it to the side like a piece of trash.
and after everything you have ever done, you still have people that love you
and you won't even say a thing, like they are some worthless piece of crap that you can't stand to look at
and worst of all
you are trying to throw away the one thing you should be most proud of
yourself
don't you know that you are loved?
oh, boo hoo, your poor, your homeless, ah so what.
home is where the heart is, so, where is your heart?
I'll tell you where mine is, its where I can enjoy myself.
it's where I have friends to support me.
it's where I can be me.
that his where I call home.
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Spoiler: Helpful Stuff
Helpful stuff I use: Gyazo: A program that crop images and give links to them, useful for issues with images. Name Generator: A name generator that gives random full names combination, helpful if stuck on names for your character.
Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Race: Human
Demigod, Fallen Hero, or Follower: Follower
Lineage(Demigods only):
Patronage(Fallen Hero or Follower only): Bellona
Divine Skills and Abilities (limit of 3):
Heighten Perception(sight and hearing): Heighten senses in her hearing and eyesight, allowing Seia to notice things in her surrounding. Especially when she alert, as she usually is on her travels, to within the limits of 120ft.
Roman Grit: A good soldier don't back down, despite their wounds they've suffered. The same goes with Seia and her willpower to not stop fighting, even if mortally wounded. Thankfully, her blessing from Bellona allow her to slowly heal as well. At least to the extent that may stop the bleeding when given time.
Bellona's Might: The third blessing from Bellona, that double Seia's strength to help beat anyone or anything that oppose her. As well as make her durable so her body is resilient to the strain of lifting things with great weight, such a fully grown horse. However, this only last for a limited amount of time before she exhaust herself after triggering it.
Normal/Racial Skills and Abilities(limit of 4):
Tactical Strategist: Given time, she can read the situation and could come up of a counter attack against the opposing force. Making her a capable leader in the field of battle.
Centurion Training: Seia a skilled warrior, all thanks to her training by her father. And with Bellona watching over her, she is a force to be reckon with. A One-woman army even, as she'll never back down to ensure victory.
Deadly Survivalist: Between self-taught and spending time with nomadic hunters, Seia learned on how to thrive in the wilderness when. A skill she use often in her travels on and off the beaten path, due to her quest requires her to travel in far distant lands.
Weapons(Limit of 2 weapons):
Gladius, Hasta Spear, and Clipeus (Roman Round Shield).
Artifact to be retrieved and reason: Bellona's Trumpet, so that the Goddess herself can regain her strength once she hears it being blown loudly towards the heavens. So that she can break the curse on Seia's company of fellow Roman soldier, that had caused them to be frozen in time as stone statues.
Armor(one sensible suit of armor):
Scale Armour (lorica squamata), with a hood capable of going up. Whether with or without the helmet worn underneath.
Equipment: Small knife, 50ft rope, basic camping supplies(bed mat, tent, mess kit), fishing twine and a few hooks, pouch of a few gold coins, waterskin, and a map.
Personality: Stoic and headstrong go hand in hand with Seia, at time a lone wolf. But can be counted on in the thick of chaos in a battlefield. As she'll always look for those she choose to travel with, whether she call them friend or not.
Likes: Wine, stargazing, swimming, hunting.
Dislikes: Being treated like a woman, snakes.
Background:
Seia is the eldest daughter of a military family, her father is a Centurion of the Roman army and so was his father. Which made it hard for her father that secretly wish he had a son, instead of three daughters. Though they're all quite beautiful and talented, and would make a good wife to someone. But that something Seia refuses to become and be treated as one, which led to allot of arguing and men being beaten down for trying to claim her hand.
During all of this, Seia would make offerings and prayers to Bellona as she near the age where most young men could partake and join the Roman Army. And days before being Seia would be force to be moved to their other relatives live, where another man who be waiting to try and claim her hand.
A sign was given by the Goddess herself appeared, in the form of a beautiful gladius descending down from the sky in front of their home. Cracking the ground around it after plunging into it, scaring the horses to flee and taking the cart that would've took Seia away from Rome.
And after the chaos subside and they inspect the sword, Seia's name was found inscribed along the blade, and despite the attempts made by her father and the guards present. No one except Seia could pull it free from the ground, sealing the fact that Seia was chosen to be a warrior by the Gods. Convincing her father in granting Seia that chance to prove herself on the training grounds. Where Seia was put through quite a ordeal, enduring hours after hours of grueling training. Proving to the other soldier that she belong here, and to be among them in the field of battle.
After years of going through all that training, Seia was granted with the rank of Centurion and a place in the Roman Army. Allowing her the chance to fulfil her dream goal of aiding her Empire in the effort of expanding, through grit and bloodshed.
Spoiler: Other:
In a blacken field of dead plant-life, lies a field of Roman soldiers. Some broken from falling being in improper positions that caused to tip and break upon the hard ground, sprinkling the ashen scarred ground with stone. Among them all, is one that stand out the most among the rest. A soldier in the garbs befitting a Centurion, hold the feminine body of a woman. Which begin to slowly crack through it entire body, starting at the face frozen in a angry and shouting expression. Her sword raised as it too was cracking and chipping bits of stone, as a golden light shines through the cracks. That grew through the rest of the woman Centurion's petrified body, till it crumble away and she fell onto her knees. Coughing up bits of dust and stone, taking her helmet off as she let her short ashen-white hair to hang freely.
Seia looked up and around her, confused and shock plastered on her face as she takes in the scene of Roman soldiers petrified in stone. Her father included after searching and examining their faces, nearing to the verge to breaking down to tears. Till Seia's gladius, the one gifted to her by Bellona, shine brightly to get her attention. Seia raise it up and see a weaken distraught face of could only be Bellona.
"Awake my great and strong daughter, your duty to me and your homeland isn't over. You must find my horn and trumpet it to the sky for me to hear, only then can I free your father and brothers from their curse of petrification. So they may bring Roman Justice onto those accursed savages..." Bellona instructed to Seia with a tired and weaken tone, her image on the metal glowing blade showing a aging old woman of Bellona.
"I will...they will pay for this, through your mighty grace and name, they shall fall." Seia declared as she soon sheath her sword once the image of a weak smiling Bellona vanishes, then fit her helmet back on and then shroud with her hood. Before making the trek back to camp, in hope of finding some traveling supplies for her journey.
Last edited by TheExiledChampion; 11-19-2020 at 03:32 AM.
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Spoiler: Helpful Stuff
Helpful stuff I use: Gyazo: A program that crop images and give links to them, useful for issues with images. Name Generator: A name generator that gives random full names combination, helpful if stuck on names for your character.
My scene is about half done, but I have one last round of coursework IRL that I need to finish in 2 weeks, so I’ll finish everything after I take care of that first.
Alright everyone back in the saddle, I'll be finishing up my char and get hopping on the IC today sometime. So any outstanding sheets or joiners looking to play get cracking on finishing up your sheets.
Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Race: Tuatha De Danann
Demigod, Fallen Hero, or Follower: Demigod
Lineage(Demigods only): Lugh
Divine Skills and Abilities (limit of 3):
Superhuman strength and near invulnerability
Magical healing
Ríastrad - a transformation or 'battle frenzy' Cu Chulainn transforms into a hideous monster, his strength and toughness increased many time over, however, he cannot tell friend from foe and attempts to kill anyone he can get to.
Normal/Racial Skills and Abilities(limit of 4):
Weapon Mastery - after training with the warrior woman Scáthach, he is a warrior with very few equals
Possession of runes - from his training under Scáthach he is well-versed in rune magic, though he sees it more as a hinderance than an asset.
Weapons(Limit of 2 weapons):
Celtic one-handed sword and round shield
sling with stones
Artifact to be retrieved and reason: Gae Bolg - because its his weapon, and he is the only one who knows how to use it properly. Its too dangerous for anyone else.
Armor(one sensible suit of armor): iron scalemail
Equipment:
Hurley with ball
Pack with bedroll, rope, flit with steel, hatchet, and utility knife.
1 week's worth of dried food
1 skin of mead
Personality: Cu Chulainn is wild and energetic. He is not a bad person, but he has one hell of a temper. He has a strong sense of justice and will fight anyone he deems is in the wrong, and he is known to be amorous, having had many affairs.
Likes: Emer, Mead, Hunting, Fighting, women in general
Dislikes: Dishonesty, Disloyalty, The Morrigan, Cowardice, Dog Meat
Background:
Spoiler: Birth, Childhood, and Youth
Deichtine, daughter of Conchobar mac Nessa, King of Ulster, joined her father on a hunting expedition chasing magical birds. After being waylaid by a sudden snowstorm, they took shelter inside a grand mansion where Deichtine helped to deliver a baby. In the morning, she and her father’s men awoke at Brú na Bóinne—far from where they had taken refuge the night before. Lacking a nearby caretaker, the baby soon died. Its father, revealed to be the god Lugh, soon appeared to Deichtine and told her she was pregnant with this same child.
Following a scandal regarding her pending nuptials, Deichtine aborted the child to marry her betrothed, Sualtam mac Róich. She soon gave birth to a child, whom she called Sétanta at Lugh’s request. Thus, the child was thrice-conceived and twice-born—the second time with Deichtine as the mother. Sétanta was fostered by his grandfather and several others, and had many important foster-brothers including Conall Cernach and Lugaid Riab nDerg, a future High King of Ireland.
Sétanta’s childhood was exciting; he forced the boy-warriors of Emain Macha to swear loyalty to him before the age of six, and killed a massively strong hound belonging to the smith Culann. He then swore loyalty to the smith, thus earning the nickname “hound of Culann”, or Cú Chulainn.
Shortly afterward, Sétanta fulfilled a prophecy stating that a man who took up arms on a certain day would become the greatest warrior of his age, but die young. After taking up arms, he proved his strength by going into his first blood-rage at the age of seven.
Due to his beauty, Cú Chulainn was sent from Ireland to Scotland where he was trained by the warrior-queen Scáthach. There, he faced her twin sister and rival Aífe, whom he impregnated after besting her in combat. Returning to Ireland, Cú Chulainn married Emer, whose hand had been promised to him eight years earlier.
Some time later, Cú Chulainn slew an intruder sneaking into his grandfather’s fort. The ring on the intruder’s finger identified him as Connla, Cú Chulainn’s son by Aífe.
Spoiler: The Cattle Raid of Cooley
Medb, the powerful Queen of Connacht and a constant threat to Ulster, invaded the kingdom seeking the powerful stud bull Donn Cúailnge, also known as the Bull of Cooley. This bull, whose twin belonged to Medb’s husband, made Ulster extremely rich; owning both of these bulls would help Medb to consolidate her power over Ireland.
As the battle began, the men of Ulster (save Cú Chulainn) were overcome by an ancient curse that made them experience labor pains in their greatest hour of need. Cú Chulainn alone held off her army, challenging Medb’s warriors to single combat at Ulster’s many fords, and defeating each of her champions in turn.
During a lull in the battle, Cú Chulainn met a beautiful woman who offered her love to him. Driven by his sense of duty, he rejected her offer and she disappeared. In the ensuing battles, Cú Chulainn slew three animals that crossed his path: an eel, a she-wolf, and a heifer.
Later, as Cú Chulainn rested from slaying the latest champion of Medb, an old woman appeared to him bleeding from three wounds. She offered him three drinks from her cow, and he thanked and blessed her each time. With each blessing, one of her wounds healed. When she was completely healed, she revealed herself as the Morrígan, goddess of war, death, and fate. She then prophesied that Cú Chulainn would die young, and that she would be there to witness it.
The battle raged on, and Cú Chulainn continued to fight through his wounds and exhaustion. He met his exiled foster-father, Fergus mac Róich, and agreed not to fight him if his foster-father agreed to do the same at a time of Cú Chulainn’s choosing.
Cú Chulainn was then joined by his friend Ferdiad and the warrior-boys of Emain Macha from his childhood. An exhausted Cú Chulainn rested while they fought, and met his father, Lugh, in a dream. The god healed him, and Cú Chulainn awoke refreshed—only to find his friend and the boys slaughtered by Medb’s forces.
Cú Chulainn flew into a rage, and built walls of bodies as he defended those of his slain friends. At long last, the ancient curse was broken and the men of Ulster were roused, just as Cú Chulainn needed to rest once more. The men fought the forces of Medb, and in the latter part of the battle Cú Chulainn rejoined them. He met Fergus in battle, and his foster-father yielded to him just as Cú Chulainn had yielded before. As the battle drew to a close, Medb was forced to retreat.
Cú Chulainn rushed to face her, but relented upon seeing Medb in the throes of menstruation. Honoring her strength and prowess, he defended her retreat. In the end, Medb’s forces were pushed back and the Bull of Cooley remained within Ulster’s borders for the time being. At just eighteen years of age, Cú Chulainn had gained a reputation as the fiercest warrior in Ireland.
Spoiler: Death
Over the next few years, the young man gained a number of powerful enemies beyond Medb. The most powerful of these was Lugaid mac Cú Roí, the son of a magical figure Cú Chulainn had worked with and later slain after they quarreled over a woman.
In time, Lugaid had three magic spears made, each of which could kill a king. He allied with many of Cú Chulainn’s greatest enemies, including Queen Medb of Connacht, who all agreed his spears were their best chance at killing Cú Chulainn.
Elsewhere, Cú Chulainn was forced to break his geas after having to choose between being inhospitable to a strange woman who offered him food and eating dog meat. Upon eating the meat, Cú Chulainn’s magical strength and near-immortal soul faltered. Not long afterward, Queen Medb’s forces invaded Ulster once more. Cú Chulainn, now in his early twenties, answered the call to battle.
Before taking the field, he spied the strange woman who had offered him food washing his armor in a stream. This was the Morrígan, who had come to fulfill her prophecy—a prophecy guaranteed to pass due to her forcing Cú Chulainn to break his geas. Steeled by her appearance, Cú Chulainn charged the battlefield atop his powerful chariot with his driver Láeg. Taking to the field, Lugaid threw his spears and hit three targets: Láeg, king of charioteers, Liath Macha, king of horses, and Cú Chulainn, king of warriors.
In his final moments, Cú Chulainn tied himself to a standing stone using his own innards. He died raising his sword to the heavens. His rage and reputation was such that no one attacked him until a raven—perhaps the Phantom Queen fulfilling her prophecy—appeared and landed on his shoulder, revealing that he was dead. When Lugaid came to claim Cú Chulainn’s head, a light flashed from his now headless body and Cú Chulainn’s blade fell, cutting off Lugaid’s hand.
Conall Crenach, Cú Chulainn’s brother-in-arms, hunted down Lugaid and his ally Erc, and slew both before sunset. Though Cú Chulainn perished, Ulster was ultimately victorious over his enemies.
Other:
King Conchobar looks over his feasting members of his household, lost in thought. The atmosphere was merry, but the king was not. Looking over to his sister Deichtine and his niece-in-law Emer. He could see the sorrow still on their faces. One year ago today, they all lost their dear Cu Chulainn and Ulster lost her greatest defender. Medb finally sued for peace, and Ulster looked to once more be prosperous, but at what cost?
It was then that the doors to the hall slammed open, allowing the sunlight to stream in and obscure a figure standing in the doorway. The sudden bright light had Conchobar cover his eyes from the blinding radiance. "Who goes there? Answer me!"
The figure steps in, armor jingling and as he comes into view, and a gasp fills the hall even as Emer lifts her eyes. Standing there, gleaming in the sunlight, fists resting on his hips, rippled muscles gleaming and with a bright smile on his face, the figure says "It is I, Cu Chulainn, defender of Ulster!" Says the revived hound. Emer cannot believe her eyes as she timidly approaches him, and extends her hand out to caress his cheek. He reaches out and holds the back of her head and bends down to kiss his dear wife, who he loved above all things.
However, he pulled away and began to leave. "My destiny calls me away, but fear not, for if Ulster ever needs its Cu, it will always answer." And he leaves.
Last edited by Cfavano; 11-18-2020 at 01:20 AM.
Spoiler: Things I like
Spoiler: Quotes
I would rather have a russet coated Captain who knows what he fights for and loves what he knows, than he who calls himself a gentleman and is but little else
-Oliver Cromwell
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.
-John Stuart Mill
There is no instance of a nation benefiting from prolonged warfare.
-Sun Tzu
Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.
-Euripides
It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars, otherwise combat would be such a wonderfully healthy way to rid the human race of unneeded trash.
-Fred Woodworth
It is our duty still to endeavor to avoid war; but if it shall actually take place, no matter by whom brought on, we must defend ourselves. If our house be on fire, without inquiring whether it was fired from within or without, we must try to extinguish it.
-Thomas Jefferson
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo down through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy.
-Fabius Bile
Spoiler: Thoughts of the day
A broad mind lacks focus.
A questioning servant is more dangerous than an ignorant heretic
A small mind is easily filled with faith.
A warrior's faith in his commander is his best armour and his strongest weapon.
Adamantium walls and plasteel bulkheads may seem formidable, but an unshakable faith in the Immortal Emperor of Man can overcome any barriers.
An Empty Mind Is A Loyal Mind
An open mind is like a fortress with its gate unbarred and unguarded.
Better crippled in body than corrupt in mind.
Consider the Predator. Let your soul be armoured with Faith, driven on the tracks of Obedience which overcome all obstacles, and armed with the three great guns of Zeal, Duty and Purity.
Facts are chains that bind perception and fetter truth. For a man can remake the world if he has a dream and no facts to cloud his mind.
Faith without deeds is worthless.
Happiness is a delusion of the weak
Forgiveness is a sign of weakness.
He who lives for nothing is nothing. He who dies for the Emperor is a hero.
If a man dies that another should live, that man's spirit shall eat at the Emperor's table
Innocence proves nothing
It is better to die for the Emperor than to live for yourself.
Leniency is a sign of weakness!
Mercy is a sign of weakness.
No man that died in the Emperor's service died in vain.
Nobody is innocent, there are merely varying levels of guilt.
Only in death does duty end.
Only the insane have strength enough to prosper. Only those who prosper may truly judge what is sane.
Pain is an illusion of the senses, despair an illusion of the mind
Purge those who are unclean.
Sometimes the good must perish so that the rest survive. The lot of courage is to be sacrificed upon the altar of battle.
Survival is no birthright, but a prize wrested from an uncaring galaxy by forgotten heroes.
The common man is like a worm in the gut of a corpse, trapped inside a prison of cold flesh, helpless and uncaring, unaware even of the inevitability of its own doom.
The Emperor will not judge you by your medals and diplomas but by your scars.
Though silver in your palms weighs light
Compared to death by blast and sword,
Do not shy the hopeless fight,
For endeavour is its own reward.
Exiled: Your char looks really good it'll be interesting to see how she interacts with Astraea who is a Spartan warrior.
CF: Glad you decided on a char now it'll be fun to see how you play him.
And on a side note it seems Am-Rai aside we're all pulling from either Celtic myth or Ancient Greek/Roman so we would all realistically be known to each other to some extent in our little cultural ecosystems hell our Celtic heroes might even be related in some way. While I keep plugging away on the IC everyone should banter back and forth for some potential character bonds. Like Celeste and I have done with our girls.
Last edited by SikstaSlathalin; 11-09-2020 at 07:44 AM.
Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Im certain that as long as the celtic heroes were alive during or after the Ulster saga, they would at least be aware of the Hound of Culainn
Spoiler: Things I like
Spoiler: Quotes
I would rather have a russet coated Captain who knows what he fights for and loves what he knows, than he who calls himself a gentleman and is but little else
-Oliver Cromwell
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.
-John Stuart Mill
There is no instance of a nation benefiting from prolonged warfare.
-Sun Tzu
Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.
-Euripides
It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars, otherwise combat would be such a wonderfully healthy way to rid the human race of unneeded trash.
-Fred Woodworth
It is our duty still to endeavor to avoid war; but if it shall actually take place, no matter by whom brought on, we must defend ourselves. If our house be on fire, without inquiring whether it was fired from within or without, we must try to extinguish it.
-Thomas Jefferson
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo down through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy.
-Fabius Bile
Spoiler: Thoughts of the day
A broad mind lacks focus.
A questioning servant is more dangerous than an ignorant heretic
A small mind is easily filled with faith.
A warrior's faith in his commander is his best armour and his strongest weapon.
Adamantium walls and plasteel bulkheads may seem formidable, but an unshakable faith in the Immortal Emperor of Man can overcome any barriers.
An Empty Mind Is A Loyal Mind
An open mind is like a fortress with its gate unbarred and unguarded.
Better crippled in body than corrupt in mind.
Consider the Predator. Let your soul be armoured with Faith, driven on the tracks of Obedience which overcome all obstacles, and armed with the three great guns of Zeal, Duty and Purity.
Facts are chains that bind perception and fetter truth. For a man can remake the world if he has a dream and no facts to cloud his mind.
Faith without deeds is worthless.
Happiness is a delusion of the weak
Forgiveness is a sign of weakness.
He who lives for nothing is nothing. He who dies for the Emperor is a hero.
If a man dies that another should live, that man's spirit shall eat at the Emperor's table
Innocence proves nothing
It is better to die for the Emperor than to live for yourself.
Leniency is a sign of weakness!
Mercy is a sign of weakness.
No man that died in the Emperor's service died in vain.
Nobody is innocent, there are merely varying levels of guilt.
Only in death does duty end.
Only the insane have strength enough to prosper. Only those who prosper may truly judge what is sane.
Pain is an illusion of the senses, despair an illusion of the mind
Purge those who are unclean.
Sometimes the good must perish so that the rest survive. The lot of courage is to be sacrificed upon the altar of battle.
Survival is no birthright, but a prize wrested from an uncaring galaxy by forgotten heroes.
The common man is like a worm in the gut of a corpse, trapped inside a prison of cold flesh, helpless and uncaring, unaware even of the inevitability of its own doom.
The Emperor will not judge you by your medals and diplomas but by your scars.
Though silver in your palms weighs light
Compared to death by blast and sword,
Do not shy the hopeless fight,
For endeavour is its own reward.
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