| Name: Fix
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| Nationality:
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Who knows
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| Occupation:
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Homeless
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| Demeanor:
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Caregiver
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| Apparent Age:
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Teens/Twenties/Thirties?
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| Nickname:
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Fix
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| Quotes
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"Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat."
Mother Teresa
"Go for the eyes Boo, go for the eyes!"
Minsc
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| RP Hooks
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- Homeless. Any reason to be at or around the homeless shelter?
- Outside. Fix has no money for places, so he is often wandering all over the town. Let's meet by chance.
- Page ok. Fix can go pretty much anywhere, he just needs a reason, and those are easy to come by.
- Fix is a BELIEBER!
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| Logs
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| A Glimpse Within
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| Physical Description
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The man before you is of average height, 5'10" or so, a bit of a slouch makes him look a little shorter. His features look hard to place, he is rather plain, just another member of a melting pot. What little one might discern in cloaked by a scraggly bit of facial hair, unkempt. Perhaps tanned, perhaps covered by dirt, perhaps both, it is hard to say. Brown, shaggy and long hair cover his head, as brown eyes peer out at the world with a great curiousity, as if every look he is seeing something more, or for the first time. Smears of dirt, grease, or who knows what covers his exposed skin, anywhere it is so. He's filthy. And he smells a little too, of alcohol, and garbage, and one can only imagine, what. He is quite thin, his meals probably coming sparsely at best, and yet, there seems to be a hidden strength there, like one of will.
His clothes are layers upon layers of rags. Things found, rather than bought. A few shirts are always worn. Sometimes a hoodie or even two depending on the weather. All with holes in them and ratty, stained. His pants are simple jeans with holes and rips in them, but one can't help but notice a pair of long johns or such beneath, through those holes. A pair of fingerless gloves are always on his hands. Ratty shoes that are falling apart adorn his feet, holes in the soles or at the toes, one is even missing the sole entirely, making his walk an odd thing, a little uneven. A couple pairs of socks peek out from underneath, ratty and quite possibly toxic, possibly never washed. On his head often rests a tuque, keeping his head warm. That too, has seen better days.
No surprise, the man wears no jewelry, but his pockets always bulge with hidden mysteries.
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| Playlist
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| People I Know
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| Tara
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Name
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Bill
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Artist formerly known as Lindsay. Mystery worth unlocking. My favorite.
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Insert another witty remark. Last bit of wittyness.
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Yer balance is in extremes. Good friend ta have though.
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| Charles
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Jack
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Humor ain't cover hate.
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A paradox. But yer kindness is real nice ta see.
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| Gallery
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