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Scar was a bright and joyful person, his clothing consisted of a blue-tinted monocle, a purple dinner jacket with a small daisy in its top pocket, a big red bow tie, mustard coloured striped trousers and, black and white heeled shoes. His bright green eyes sparkled with joy. He had a smirky grin and a confident stance. Scar's messy brown hair smelled like dirt and he had some mud off his face and underneath his fingernails. His campaign captain was Bdubs. Bdubs was a quirky guy. He wore a plain white long-sleeved shirt and some worn out, muddy and, ripped jeans. He had a pair of old black sneakers (the laces were undone). A red headband kept his black hair out of his face. Bdoubleo had very animated facial expressions and spoke like a cartoon character
False was a fierce and lively woman. Her long blonde hair was kept out of her face by a pair of goggles which was tied up into a bow. Her red and white striped shirt was slightly ripped and was being covered by a dark green coat. She wore a pair of brown leather gloves - its stitches were golden yellow. Her shorts were a darker brown and had a gold and black belt holding them up. They were slightly torn up and frayed around the bottom and near where the belts buckle was. Her boots almost reached her knees. They were black and covered in dirt and grass stains, the reflective buckles on them were scratched and losing colour, the sole of them was peeling away ever so slightly. Her mighty stance showed that she was great at PVP and her gleaming sword was full of powerful enchantments.
Doc was an intimidating hybrid, he toward over quite a lot of the hermits (except Mumbo, they were equal in height). His skin was scaly and cold to touch. He had machinery type things to replace certain body parts, the left side of his face was now metal and his eye was made out of red glass. His right arm was showing due to his white lab coat being torn, that it was replaced by something grey and metallic. Wires were visible near his wrist and palm of his cyborg-like a hand. His long coat was severely damaged and burn marks littered the once clean cloth. His blue denim jeans were ancient and dirty, Redstone dust and ash clung to the material -it made it almost impossible to remove. His feet bare and dirty, grass and dirt stuck in between each scale. His hair was dark brown and a mess, it spiked up in weird places and made him look like he had just been in an explosion. His expression was bland yet still showed you exactly how he was feeling. The way he stood was confident, he arms folded and chin slightly up.
These were the people who they were meant to vote for. Who would change the entire district to suit their needs, whether its to make it look presentable or to make is a disastrous attempt of something good? That's for the future to decide. They all had a say in what they wanted, they didn't all get a chance to have that. Alas lets not a thing about the future, for that doesn't exist.
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We're Losing- HermitCraft AU
ActionA time loop, a sense of deja-vu, familiar change even if it was new. Four hermits find themselves outside of this time loop yet they are still obeying by the world's rules until two of the four break them. They disobey in order to save those they ca...
