Bill Cipher

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As the Mindscape carefully headed towards it's destination, a tall, dark toned slender man in his mid-20's paced his cabin. Impatient he was, he was never able to sit still as a child and was always the one who asked, 'are we there yet?' Repeatedly until he pissed everyone off. Dirty blond hair covered half of his face, a triangle shaped eye-patch hidden underneath. The roots of his hair where black before fading into the dirty blonde yellow of the rest of his hair. It wasn't dyed, it was just how it grew. Everyone saw this as witchcraft, and many times had he been picked on and beaten as a child. Eventually, the town mysteriously burned down on his 18th birthday, exactly what he wished for that day. Everyone knew who he was when he strode through towns and villages, a cane carved like a snake tapping the ground which each second step he took, and everyone feared him.

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