So the story begins.

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His hair was black, black as night.
With skin so pale, like a vampire,
to go with his light blue eyes, so peaceful and innocent.
His mood was light, blubbly and friendly.
He wouldn't hurt a soul, for the fear of loosing them.
Because it reminds him of his lad, whom wich he has lost.
For the fear of change, difference and all.

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