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    There is not a lot to know about me.<br />
    -I'm a Kandi Kid.<br />
    -I love to draw and paint.<br />
    -I believe in LGTB rights.<br />
    -My favorite game series of all time is the Legacy of Kain.<br />
    -I love Portal.<br />
    -I have a Twitter, and I am a tweet-a-holic.<br />
    -Yes, I do have a Facebook and MySpace.<br />
    -World of Warcraft stole my life.<br />
    -I have an amazing boyfriend.<br />
    -I love to Photoshop things.<br />
    -I have my pain like the rest of them, that is why I am so funny.<br />
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    Total Value: 2,865,480 Gold<br />
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    Item List:<br />
    Overgrown Ruins<br />
    Coal Tavern Wench's Bustier<br />
    Hidden Ace<br />
    Gold Prince's Boots<br />
    Hidden Ace 11th Gen.<br />
    Those Black 90s Gloves<br />
    Louie's Coal Jacket<br />
    SDPlus #28 The Masque<br />
    Shadowplay<br />
    Blade's Black Belt<br />
    Skipper's Black Pants<br />
    Reve Rouille<br />
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    Help give back.<br />
    I have donated a lot to people, from Gwee's to 10k in gold.<br />
    It is my time now. <3<br />
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    Raziel<br />
    All the conflict and strife throughout history, all the fear and hatred, served but one purpose - to keep my master's Wheel turning. All souls were prisoners, trapped in the pointless round of existence, leading distracted, blunted lives until death returned them - always in ignorance - to the Wheel. <br />
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    Kain<br />
    Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible, and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me, more powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more acute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope.
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