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A humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige. Now vacant, vanished.

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True, he stood tall and cut a striking figure, but in reality the man was a coward. His sword was left eternally sheathed.

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The man stood tall, unscathed by the weight of his family name that he bore the mantle off.

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His boastful arm carried the light of life, the whisper of hope, and the destruction of evil; the crackling flame.

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Seeking hope in the darkness

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His arm lay loosely at his side, unhinged from his sword, seeking for a volition away from violence. Vigilantes are not welcome here.

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His sword carries with it thousands of lives lost

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The stance of dead man walking: cold and uncaring

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A mild stare engraved a sense of longing and desire, hesitating under the impeding darkness from his foes

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His pervasive stare was heart wrenching into the eyes of his foes

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Knight of the flame

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The torch wielding man stared into the dark abyss, his dark eyes filled with impending dread, waiting for his worse nightmares to take his soul into Hell. His pale skin in stark contrast to the endless dark void that surrounds him. He can hear the whispers of the Demons as they draw closer, preying on his worse fears, his mind begins to collapse as it proves to be too much. His clothing ragged and torn from his countless struggles to reach his final resting place. He knows he will die here, yet he chooses to dress unlike a warrior, for he wants to die a no one, he came onto the earth as no one, and will return as no one.

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Far from being the fearless riot leader that his comrades believe him to be, his face: crinkles into a fearfull concern telling a different tale. His fear for family and the furture, a worry for the world, but mostly pitty. He pitty's the man that believes he stands a chance of victory. He pittys them all.

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The man shoulders were broad and his expression stoic. His eyes held a deep anguish that had turned his heart cold, and despite the flame that he brandished so close to his chest, it could not thaw the ice in his heart.

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A sexy Guy Fawkes