Realistic or Modern Burdock Wilson's Way-Bill Book | Weeds Character Thread

[Terrier B]

Burdock Wilson's Way-Bill Book
Weeds Character Thread

The man practically shoves the paper into your hands instead of say, Oh, I don't know, jut politely passing you the thing like any other normal human would be like to do. It's hard to even hear the grumbled command as he shuffles away, but you just about manage to make it out,

"Fill this out if you actually give a damn, just don't go expectin' me to..."

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D.O.B. | (The RP will start in the May of 1885 for reference)​

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Description | (A Picture and/or description will do here. As ong as both are detailed enough to form a good idea of what your character looks like)​

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Face Claim | (Completely and utterly optional)​

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Personality | (Just a all around generalisation of what sort of person your character is)​

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Likes | (Can be as random/mundane as you like, just something that gives an idea of them)​

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Dislikes |​

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Fears | (Both existential and physical are welcome)​

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Skills | (As many or little as you want, BUT, please keep them realistic and within reason to who your character actually is)​

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Most important possession they are bringing with them on the Trail | (What's something they'd kill for? Die to protect? Never be without? Could be anything, could be nothing)​

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Why are they Partaking on the Trail? | (As the question asks really)​

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Background | (As long or short as you want, as long as it fits. If you'd like to keep some parts secret, or save it to be a big reveal later, all good, no problem, but I'll need some basic bar bone roots)​

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Horse and/or Oxen | (A picture and or description with do, along with their name of course!)​

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A Note​

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Wagon Trains, even the small ones, were still relatively hefty operations. So bear in mind when you make your character what skills they'd need, and they'd probably already know if they were willing to embark on such a journey. Can they manage and lead a wagon being pulled by Oxen? Are the used to varied terrain? Could they fell a tree if asked? Etc. They don't need to do all of those things I listed, of course. But just be aware I suppose.​

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Deadline

I'm imposing (that sounds very dictator-ly, oh my god) an initial deadline of five days for all CS applications to be completed by. If I end up with loads or people are still just really working hard on them, I'm more than willing to be flexible, please don't worry or feel that pressured haha. But from the 24th-ish onwards, I'll be looking to get things going. I will send all feedback and initial acceptations through PMs only too, so keep an eye out.

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Laramie Lowe's Handbook to the Frontier | Lore: Realistic or Modern - Laramie Lowe's Wagon Road Guide | Weeds Lore

The Golden Finch Saloon | OOC Thread: Soon​

 

[Terrier B]

Spoiler: Burdock Wilson - Your Guide

Full Name |Burdock Wilson
Nickname| ... Wait Burdock isn't just a nickname? You mean to tell me that's the mans real name? ...Jeez.
Gender| Macho Macho Man
Age | 51 currently.
D.O.B | Burdock was born on Saturday the 10th of August, 1833.

Description | He's a big old lumbering thing, with a broad stocky frame to match it. Age has weathered him, as it does all things. But a life as lively as his has kept him in relatively decent shape. he ain't tuning senile yet at the very least. That said, maybe he isn't quite as on the mark as he once may have used to be? It's hard to say.
Face Claim | Clancy Brown (But when he was like, mid-40s, not the cool Grandpa we have now)

Personality | Truthfully? Age has weathered him. Rather roughly too. Gruff, uncouth, and often times quite grumpy. Burdock isn't really the smooth charmer he may have once been in his prime. Although that said, don't be completely fooled by the rugged exterior. Just because he's a 'lil crusty, doesn't by any means mean he's stupid. There's a smart and clever little mind hidden beneath that hat. Quick to conjure a hefty variety of schemes, opportunities and other various no-good activities, Burdock's a sharp one, but only when he wants to be.

Likes| Napping, Bourbon, A good tune, Manni, Liquorice, a good soft bed, warm afternoons, cats, and some good quiet fly-fishin'
Dislikes | The Cold, replacing Wagon Wheels, Currants, Snakes, and being rudely awakened.

Horse | Manni, short for Manipulation. A Buckskin Stallion he has (Inevitably) fallen for, the big old softy.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name | James "Jim" Adams

Age |24

D.O.B. | April 1861

Gender | Male

Description | Jim is incredibly tall and thin, standing around 6'3. He has short, jet black hair with dark brown eyes, and his skin is a bit tanned, though not enough to betray his heritage.

Face Claim |


Personality | The model cowboy: cool, calm, and a complete rebel. He has strong convictions, and doesn't care what other people think of him. He's completely capable of being compassionate, and does his best to help people, but this is underlined by a lot of cynicism and world-weariness.

Likes | Drinking, smoking, and reading, when no one's looking

Dislikes | Authority in general, most priests, and cats

Fears | The dark, having no real purpose or meaning in life

Skills | Excellent Hunter and tracker, mixed with being an exceptional marksman. Key phrase: marksman, not gun slinger. Sure, he can but you with just about anything, but don't expect him to be quick on the draw.

Most important possession they are bringing with them on the Trail | His mother's ashes: he promised to spread them in the Pacific Ocean, as she always wanted to go West.

Why are they Partaking on the Trail? | A mixture of wanderlust, running away from his problems, and just wanting to get away from everything

Background | Jim was born the son of a Cherokee Civil War veteran and a seamstress, being primarily raised by his father on the Cherokee reservation in Oklahoma. After fighting in the Civil War for the Confederacy, his father had moved from the reservation in North Carolina to the one in Oklahoma, unable to stomach living in the South after the war. It was his mixed heritage that led to Jim's...unique world view and personality. He actually got a decent education, even if he hated to admit it. Constant harassment slowly caused Jim to harbor resentment towards the world's especially afternhis father died of a heart attack. By the time he was twenty three, mother passed as well from tuberculosis, though he was long gone by then, working as a ranch hand in Texas. He came back, deciding to fufill her finally wish of seeing the Pacific by spreading her ashes. The easiest way to get there was, of course z by wagon train, so he signed up to start a new life.

Horse and/or Oxen | Lump, a brown mule. While it's no Kentucky race horse, it's a reliable steed, though it is stubborn as hell, and only listens to Jim.

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Name | Momoru, surname unknown

Age | 17

D.O.B. | July 16th

Gender | Male

Description | Momoru is particularly short for his age. His eyes are a bit close together, and ears sticky-outy. Though he's technically supposed to wear glasses, he rarely does. His eyes are dark, and he's been wearing the same school uniform for years now, despite having not attended school.

Face Claim |

Personality | Momoru is a thief and a brat, with little respect for the law or other people's belongings. He can often be seen sticking his hands in the pockets and purses of strangers, nicking loaves of bread from unattended market tables or ripping brooches off of women's breasts. He's built a life around theft, and sees nothing wrong with it, looking up to famed criminals such as Jesse James.

Likes | Shiny things, candy, animals, when adults offer him free booze

Dislikes | Authority figures, most rich people, school, the actual taste of booze

Fears | Lightning, being broke

Skills | Sleight of hand and animal handling are his greatest talents. He can also play a mean shamisen, which would be great if he had one.

Most important possession they are bringing with them on the Trail | His "companion" raccoon, Fred.

Why are they Partaking on the Trail? | Money. He needs money, there's land there, land is money, jobs is money, he's almost of working age which means it's money time.

Background | A period known as 'sakoku' has ended relatively recently. This was the cultural and physical isolation of Japan, who heavily controlled the entrance of trade ships. They finally opened their borders in 1954. This created the fusion of Western and Eastern culture popularized during the Meiji period, and, more importantly, a fear that Japan would be culturally consumed by the West.

Even at an age as young as fourteen, Momoru was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that America was the stronger country of the two. Thus, he stowed away on a trade ship and popped out on the west coast. Then he hid out on a train going all the way to the other side of the country, where his thieving career began. Hiding out in the luggage compartment, he dug through people's belongings. Though he'd intended on going to New York, he ended up getting thrown out in Missouri, where he resided for the next three years, living on scraps and stolen objects.

Horse and/or Oxen | A very, very small donkey named Bob. Bob never wants to fucking do anything.

 

[MothSav]

Ruth Anne Malcolm

Age | 20

D.O.B. | November 8th, 1865

Gender | Female

Personality | Ruth Anne is genuine above all else. She is clever, but occasionally her impulsive decisions don’t pan out. What she makes up for in determination, she lacks in asking for help. Ruth Anne isn’t quick to smile; her Pa said it made a person look foolish. She is competitive and finds a lot of fun in rough housing, but her playfulness can turn to a shouting match if things aren’t deemed fair.

Likes | Horses, cattle sorting, roping, dancing, berry cobbler, story telling, beer of any variety.

Dislikes | Gardening, any assortment of housework, squirrels, jewelry, mathematics.

Fears | She is petrified of thunderstorms. She’s seen them wipe out entire farms without reluctance; Mother Nature is a force Ruth Anne does not question.

Skills | Ruth Anne is an avid horsewoman. Her main skill is at breaking colts and roping. She is also a handy repairwoman out of practice alone.

Most important possession they are bringing with them on the Trail | Ruth Anne keeps her mother’s brooch pinned onto the inside of her shirt for safekeeping. She never discusses it or shows it off.

Why are they Partaking on the Trail? | The chance to head out for a huge, cheap spread in the west. Even if she’s bound to an ass of a husband, she’s determined to make her own opportunities out there.

Background | Ruth Anne knew broncs before she ever had an inclination for boys. Unfortunately, being the youngest daughter behind several sons left her unequipped to prepare for the notion of courtship and marriage. Without a dime to her name, Ruth Anne had no choice but to get hitched with mean-spirited William.
She traded in the Cartwright name for Malcolm, roping for scrubbing dishes, and colt breaking for watching corn stalks sprout. Their first year of marriage has been chaotic; Ruth Anne has met knuckles to cheekbone on more than one occasion. Rumors of a wagon train to Oregon seemed like just the ticket out of this predicament. With a cleverly presented idea of heading out west, Ruth Anne swayed William into the trip.
She didn’t anticipate that the night before, their biggest fight would result in his sudden and suspicious death. Now she’s dedicated to seeking her own destiny– or dodging the law. Ruth Anne is striking out on her own.

Horse and/or Oxen | Spot, a young, sturdy mustang mare with zero spots. She’s entirely sorrel, spare for a blaze. Ruth Anne paid very little for her due to the red mare behavioral issues; they’re still sorting things out.

 

[MothSav]

Buddy

Age | 2

D.O.B. | Unsure

Gender | Good boi

Personality | Buddy is happy and loyal. He likes food and will try many new things. He is an eternal optimist and kind of dumb.

Likes | Ruth Anne, people, snacks, Big Hooved Dogs, Little Feathery Dogs, more snacks.

Dislikes | Thunderstorms, Spicy Flying Buzz-Buzz Dogs, cacti

Fears | When Ruth Anne??? Go??? Away??? But come back!!!

Skills | Cannot locate a child at the bottom of a well but can locate one in a fifty yard radius if they yell his name a few times. Hunted a few birds, can do it again with the right motivation.

Most important possession they are bringing with them on the Trail | The Good Human!!! Ruth Anne!!

Why are they Partaking on the Trail? | Ruth Anne said it was time for big, exciting walk!!!!

Background | Buddy was born in a litter of five in a farmer’s barn. Ruth Anne, downtrodden in her new marriage, needed a friend and took him home. William and Buddy never got along well, but Ruth Anne was thrilled for a little partner. Buddy grew up at her side and mastered a few tricks, along with a somewhat effective hunting intuition.

 

[LittleCal]

Name: Ellis Martin

Age: 21

D.O.B.: February 8, 1864

Gender: Male, of course. He ain’t got much of a choice, right? Right?

Description: Ellis is a scrawny little thing, all dark brown skin and bones with not a lot of muscle to speak of. He wears his hair in a short, cropped afro (though one that he's not planning on cutting until it gets too out of hand), and he keeps clean-shaven as well as he can out here. His few outfits are noticeably new- denim trousers that still have their creases in them and white cotton shirts that have never once seen a dust cloud. At least he got the hat right. Though he's awfully tall, he tends to shrink back when addressed directly, and his voice is a little too soft to be heard unless you're standing right next to him. If you get a real close-up look at him, you can see the edges of scrapes and scars trailing out from the neckline of his shirt.

Spoiler: What’s he look like, though?

Face Claim: Jonny Brown

Personality: Talking to Ellis is a bit like talking to your own shadow- barely even there, and you’re certainly not going to hear a lot of disagreement. He's a sweet fella, the kind of guy who let everyone else go ahead of him when he got in line for brains, but he frightens awfully easy. It takes a bit of coaxing to get him to settle into a group and let his hair down, and even then he seems to always be a bit nervous about something. He's also not particularly sharp, but he's just doing his best (even if he doesn't quite know what he's doing).

Likes: The way peoples’ eyes sparkle a bit when they laugh, the smell of vinegar, dogs, a nip of whiskey here and there to put himself a bit more at ease

Dislikes: Cold weather, being the last one to fall asleep at night, being startled, that dang raccoon that’s been following the train along

Fears: Being found out on the frontier, forgetting his family, horses, getting hurt past the point where he can fix himself up, loud noises, the unshakable sensation of being watched from a distance at night, people sneaking up behind him… Hell, it might just be quicker to list what he's not afraid of.

Skills: Ellis isn't half the trail-hardened sonovabitch he likes to pretend he is (don't believe a word he says about horses, and he's never so much as held a gun before), but he's still got a few handy skills up his sleeve. Growing up in a poor family, he learned how to make something seemingly inedible into a workable meal (though cooking over a campfire is new to him), and he knows a few basic ways to patch a pair of trousers or re-attatch the sole of a shoe. He also knows a decent amount of first aid, mostly from patching himself up after getting hurt. Oh, and his mother taught him how to can food when he was little. He can make a mean batch of pickles.

Most important possession they are bringing with them on the Trail: A little leather-bound journal, just the right size to fit in the breast pocket of his coat. It's about halfway filled up thus far: family recipes, poetry he's since scribbled out, and (most recently) a daily log of trail conditions and thoughts for the day.

Why are they Partaking on the Trail?: Made some enemies in the powerful Caruso family, and figured it might be best to get some real distance between them and himself.

Background: Ellis grew up in Philadelphia just as the dust from the Civil War was starting to settle. He wasn’t expecting an easy life, and when a slightly risky opportunity presented itself to him, he didn’t even think to turn it down. That opportunity came in the form of one Gabriel Caruso, set to inherit his father’s dozen-odd factories and business ventures and take over his arm of the city’s political machine. For someone who’d grown up on the low end of poverty, an in with the Caruso family might have been the chance Ellis needed to get a little bit of financial security. Unfortunately, Caruso Sr. wasn’t too pleased about his son cozying up to some overblown shoeshine boy- though he didn’t word it half as politely- and to make a long story short, Ellis got word that the family wanted him dead. He figured he’d slip out of the city before they could get to him and head as far out West as he could manage.

Spoiler: Got a horse, kid?

Aw, hell. The damn fool went and got himself a mule without so much as realizing it. This is Miss Belle- a “purebred” “quarterhorse” born without the sense it takes to know when she’s in danger. The only thing that can give her pause is running water, which’ll make fording rivers a hell of a task.

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Name | Fred

Age | 4 years

D.O.B. | May 9th

Gender | Male

Description | Imagine a raccoon. Okay? Now imagine it sitting on the shoulders of a 17-year-old Japanese boy who just stole your wallet.

Personality | Fred takes after his owner. He will scream at you, but the good news is, he's one-hundred-percent rabies free.

Likes | Berries, human food, sitting on people's heads

Dislikes | Bigger animals, Bob, stuff that isn't food

Fears | When there's no food and no Momoru so where is he supposed to get his food.

Skills | He's good at biting and stealing things. Also Momoru has trained him to pretend to have rabies if necessary.

Most important possession they are bringing with them on the Trail | Tiny hands to better commit atrocities against God.

Why are they Partaking on the Trail? | Well, Momoru is going, sooo...

Background | Fred is a hot-blooded American raccoon who was born to a loving raccoon family and finally decided to leave the nest. However, while exploring the forests in search of berries, he got stuck in an animal trap. Along came Momoru, who cut him loose and began carrying him around like a baby with reckless abandon. Fred soon got comfortable with the life of a pet, especially with all of the human food scraps his owner would give him.

 

[laceanddoodles]

My character has a double identity. The information in parentheses is the truth, the information without parentheses is what she'll tell people.

Name | Victor Suarez (Actually, it's Caterina Suarez)

Age | 19 (Actually, she's like 36.)

D.O.B. | April 15th, 1866. (1849)

Gender | Male (Female)

Description |Finished image still to come. Here's a wip.


Personality | Victor is a quiet young man. He's observant and clever, and generally a well mannered and good natured kid. He's a team player and a natural mediator, and seems to have wisdom and experience a bit beyond his years. He's pretty cautious, and doesn't go out looking for trouble. He just lets it find him.

Likes | Whiskey, pretty girls, riding horses, singing and playing banjo, a good round of cards, a good book

Dislikes |People who cheat at cards, too many questions, big crowded cities, really being touched at all without proper warning and consent

Fears | Uh... Being left behind. (Being outed as a woman and lesbian.)

Skills | Good equestrian, excellent shot with a rifle or pistol, can pretty effectively manage a wagon and ox. Decent singing voice. Good storyteller.

Most important possession they are bringing with them on the Trail | A photograph of a baby girl. Don't-- no, there's no need to ask questions.

Why are they Partaking on the Trail? | Well, it's like this. If you're a traveler and you're not going nowhere specific, you'll end up wandering in circles. He's been doing that for a good long time, and it's about time that he pins a destination to his wandering.

Background | (She's not going to tell you much. But if you want the long and short of it, she was born in Texas to a Spanish family. She ended up in prostitution, due to rampant poverty in her family, and managed to be pretty successful. Regardless of that, she never much cared for men, always preferring the touch of women. However, if you're a prostitute in the old west, one of two things in bound to happen to you-- syphilis or pregnancy.

Caterina got lucky, and when she was 27, her daughter, Flora, was born near Albuquerque. She was left with Agatha Henrik, another retired prostitute (and former lover) that Caterina trusted, and Caterina took on the masculine disguise full-time to make enough money to provide for her little girl. She made a name for herself as a sharpshooter and ranch hand, competing at rodeos and such. She sends money back to her daughter and Agatha monthly.)

Horse and/or Oxen | TO COME

 

[LittleCal]

Name: Charles T. Rooker

Age: 40, allegedly

D.O.B.: Gives a different day every time he’s asked, but it was in 1845. Probably.

Gender: Male, of course. If you ask nicely, he might just prove it to you.

Description: Despite the crow’s feet and worry lines starting to dig into his face, Charles still has a boyish look about him- one not helped by his short stature (about 5’4”). He usually wears a charming smirk that makes his hazel eyes practically sparkle. His figure is a bit stocky, but it doesn't stop him from keeping his motions quick and fluid. His outfits are rather snappy- waistcoats or dress shirts and matching trousers, with a suit coat he throws on when it’s not too overwhelmingly hot. The whole thing is topped off by a slightly obnoxious-looking bowler hat.

Spoiler: What’s he look like, though?

Face Claim: it’s coming eventually y’all I swear

Personality: Charles is… Lord, he’s insufferable. His mouth is very nearly always pulled into a grin and spouting off an endless stream of cheerful chatter. He’s got a debonair sort of charm about him, and one could ostensibly call him charismatic. Unfortunately, this manifests mostly as a flirtatious streak a mile wide or an unstoppable sales pitch. He’s not terribly patient, and he’s got a bit of a temper on him. Take anything that comes out of his mouth with a grain of salt- or better yet, a saltshaker.

Likes: His absolute favorite customer in the whole wide world (that is, whoever he’s currently trying to sell something to), a decent pot of homemade soup, watching the sun set, brandy, ghost stories

Dislikes: Large dogs, overcooked food, those types of people who try and cross-reference everything you say

Fears: Getting caught in a lie minor contradiction, getting connected to his old life

Skills: Can patch up just about any wound or break (allegedly), exorcise ghosts and other such nasties (allegedly), sew and embroider (he definitely can, though not well), salt food and preserve hides (allegedly), make beer (he knows the process but has never done it himself), set up traps for small animals (allegedly), identify what plants are safe to eat (allegedly), and make soap (he actually can do this one, and thank god for that).

Most important possession they are bringing with them on the Trail: His cat, a massive ball of fur and claws who he named Cabernet (“Because she always ‘wines’,” he says).

Spoiler: Did someone say a cat???

Someone said a cat.

Why are they Partaking on the Trail?: He wants to get away from his old reputation and settle down where nobody knows his name.

Background: Charles tends to be a bit cagey about his background, and the details he shares never seem to quite fit together into one coherent picture. It’s not even clear if “Charles T. Rooker” was the name he was born under or just another alias he took up over the years. What is clear, however, is that Charles has been an smooth-talking free-wheeler since his teenage years, when he parted ways with his family for good. Since then, he’s been involved in about a half dozen different business ventures, few of which were ethical and none of which were legal. His last enterprise came to a rather abrupt end when Charles found out that some disgruntled customers were getting the law involved. Rather than face the consequences (which he swears would have been completely baseless and out of proportion), he sidled over to the nearest bank, talked his way into a rather hefty loan to build up a legitimate storefront, and bolted to Independence as soon as he had the cash in hand. From there, he’s been assembling everything he needs for his latest business venture- a covered wagon, two oxen to pull it, and a full stock of mystical talismans, amulets, potions, and oils, all guaranteed to affect the supernatural creatures out on the frontier in one way or another. No, really. They definitely work, for real.

Spoiler: And who's pulling that wagon again?

Duke (left) and Dexter (right), two oxen who he bought about two weeks before setting out on the trail. He hasn’t got the foggiest damn idea how to handle the things, but thankfully Dexter is plenty even-tempered. Duke’s a bit more stubborn, but he’s somewhat manageable if you bribe him with fruit. Dexter, unfortuntely, will eat damn near anything. Mind your hair.

 

[Terrier B]

All characters posted above have been accepted!!!

But we are also still accepting new characters!! So tell your friends!!! Come on down!!! We’re all family here!!!

 

[Windjammer]

Name |Wyatt Shelton

Age |25

D.O.B. | 2/6/1860

Gender |Male

Description |

Spoiler: Image

Personality | Most of the time he is calm and collected, capable of handing most situations civilly, however, he does have his limits, and when crossed, he won't hesitate to let others know.

Likes | Fishing, hunting, working with his hands, eating meat (almost any animal will do), strong booze

Dislikes | Snake oil salesmen, preachers, water that don't look right

Fears | War, and disease

Skills | An expert marksman with both a long gun and a pistol, as well as minutes notice repairs on a variety of things.

Most important possession they are bringing with them on the Trail | His guns, his booze, and an old knife from his grandfather.

Why are they Partaking on the Trail? | Looking for a better life for himself, and a change of scenery.

Background | Born in western North Carolina, Wyatt lived the first few years during the civil war. Although born in a southern state, he cant stand the thought of slavery or the reasoning behind it. at the age of 8 or so, he moved with his family to the mid-west where they had a few acres of land, where he learned to hunt larger animals, having already learned to hunt small game before his family moved. Now in his mid 20's, he is setting out to make a life for himself.

Horse and/or Oxen |

Spoiler: Oxen

Walnut (Black) % Hickory {Red}

 

[Terrier B]

IC is up, but we are deffo still acceptin'!!!!

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