Pratt
-Property of Solomon.
This guidebook details the experiences and travels throughout my lifetime, an accumulation of my successes and how my successors can follow in such footsteps.
Indecipherable. Really just a waste of paper.
This journal details my journey towards power, and reminders so that the important things in life are not forgotten.
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My name is Pratt.
It has been twenty years since I've begun traveling.
For current reference: I am a male Kitsune - Two ears and no tail. I stand shorter than the average human - skinnier than most as well. Of course because of this I won't be picking any head on fights, I'm more of a planner than a fighter really. But that's besides the point I have midnight black hair with a matching set of ears poking through a mop of a hairstlye. How long has it been since I've really had time to clean it?. My eyes appear to be a sickly greyish color. My skin...MY SKIN is an olive shade similar to many of the residence in Newport. There are no remarkable features or notable features about my face, I'm a simple clean shaven young man who appears no more fit to run a nation than to drink at a pub.
My clothing remains the tattered russet colored hooded robe that I left in. I'm bored. Bored and tired and frankly exasperated by how dull the sea becomes when the ocean provides no more sense of entertainment than the cardboard sailors.
I need a change of fate, or a drink. Preferably strong.
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-Property of Solomon.
This guidebook details the experiences and travels throughout my lifetime, an accumulation of my successes and how my successors can follow in such footsteps.
Indecipherable. Really just a waste of paper.
This journal details my journey towards power, and reminders so that the important things in life are not forgotten.
_
My name is Pratt.
It has been twenty years since I've begun traveling.
For current reference: I am a male Kitsune - Two ears and no tail. I stand shorter than the average human - skinnier than most as well. Of course because of this I won't be picking any head on fights, I'm more of a planner than a fighter really. But that's besides the point I have midnight black hair with a matching set of ears poking through a mop of a hairstlye. How long has it been since I've really had time to clean it?. My eyes appear to be a sickly greyish color. My skin...MY SKIN is an olive shade similar to many of the residence in Newport. There are no remarkable features or notable features about my face, I'm a simple clean shaven young man who appears no more fit to run a nation than to drink at a pub.
My clothing remains the tattered russet colored hooded robe that I left in. I'm bored. Bored and tired and frankly exasperated by how dull the sea becomes when the ocean provides no more sense of entertainment than the cardboard sailors.
I need a change of fate, or a drink. Preferably strong.
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