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[color=Silver][h3][i]“This need. This…is the need, the need to bleed.”[/i][/h3][/color]
[b]Name:[/b] Willamar “Will” Shriver 

[b]Age:[/b] 28

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Good looking enough, stands a few inches above six feet, one arm is heavily scarred.
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[b]Occupation:[/b] Instructor

[b]Short bio (+Personality):[/b] Father being a doctor and scientist in various conjoining fields, Will was diagnosed early on to have a condition that abnormally increases the production of red blood cells in his body (Polycythemia). Plainly speaking, there was too much blood the boy’s body, and over time it would come to affect his overall health and comfort. Some of Willamar’s earlier nightmares were of being bled by his father, or having his blood drunken by some monster…not quite understanding the necessity of such a thing till it affected him in his teens, some years after his father’s death.

Continuing the ritual bleeding in order to maintain his health, most of his colleagues seems to assume melancholia when they see the scars, assume a false bravado of happiness…but they simply do not understand, do not know. Most who meet him come to know him as a man who thinks quite positively, and works hard towards his interests, earnestly helping to support the interests of his friends and colleagues.
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