| Name: Anthony Fuenta
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| Nationality: American
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| Demeanor: Rebel
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| Apparent Age: Mid Twenties
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| Nickname: None
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| Quotes
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| If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun
K. Hepburn
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| RP Hooks
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- Wild Spirit ~ Just want to be free, so does he. Like to live on the wild side a little, maybe you'll run into him, him into you. Mixing that peanut butter and chocolate much, its not good until it mingles.
- Nature ~ Part of that wild is the wilds, need to be out of the city sometime, upon air, enjoy a long walk. Exploring that which you haven't seen before. Like hunting, camping, fishing, swimming, hiking? So does he. He needs to be there, to really just be himself.
- Music ~ He loves music, not all kinds, but respects all kinds at least. He can play guitar, not an expert, but he enjoys it. Better yet, he can make a guitar, better than he can play it actually.
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| A Glimpse Within
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| Physical Description
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| While dark brown hair rests atop the head of this man. In the right light, there might be hints of highlights to it, but mostly the wild locks of hair appear near black. The longer hair on top is enough to fall roughly to his lips, the sides and back slightly shorter perhaps, but hard to tell as its more curly there. None falls below the top of his neck. His complexion is warmly tan, kissed by the sun. Chin is scruffy, it too cleaned off his lower neck, showing the angles of his apple there. Thin but dark eyebrows crest his light, olive green eyes. Cheeks and chin are angled with a slight buldge to each, there is a cleft in the middle of his chin.
There is a collared shirt over his chest, unbuttoned down by three of four buttons. Showing while not stocky, he's at least toned and athletic. These are not really tucked into faded blue jeans, showing comfort and perhaps dedication to those clothes rather than buying something and falsely faded. Boots are under the leggins, coming to more a square toe, not a point, but stitched in a western style. Going along with the thin buckle of his black belt that peeks out from that partially tucked in shirt, it being silver. Not large, no bigger than a few coins, simply noticeable when one looks.
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| Playlist
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| Allies and Contacts
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| Jolene
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A kindred spirit Charming and beautiful. I do now know where we will go, but I am given traveling this road.
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| Onyx
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Vegard
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Interesting newcomer Enjoys words and plants, new to the city. Hanging out around /the/ park.
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Curious meet Met in n /the/ park. Order and Chaos, quiet the conversation sir. We shall see where the wind blows.
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Straight Forward Can't say I've a friend yet, but this one I'm starting to trust.
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| Court
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Indifferent After his own interests, honest about it, I can appreciate that.
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