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_{Updated on July 26th}

Seeing as this has apparently died, I'm going to withdraw.

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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍

_{Ｓｈａｐｅｓｈｉｆｔｅｒｓ || Ｆｅｍａｌｅ}

ᴀʀᴀᴅɪᴀ ʜᴇʀᴠᴇᴀᴜx

“sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴs ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ.”
﹣ғʀɪᴇᴅʀɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴇᴛᴢsᴄʜᴇ

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⊱ Age: 23
⊱ Gender: Female
⊱ Faction: Humans {civilian pet}

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Panthera Tigris Altaica AKA Siberian Tiger

There's nothing unique about the species when considering that it's just a 'normal' animal, especially if compared to other supernatural beasts. With bears being the the only non-mythical land predators to outrank it, the Siberian Tiger is currently the largest feline in existence. Several of it's predecessors, including a subspecies larger than itself and another that was the world's smallest subspecies of tiger ever in existence, have gone extinct within the last hundred years or so. But, while the Siberian Tiger is considered a recherché luxury, it can be attained if someone would be willing to pay the price.

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⊱ Personality: Despite appearances, Aradia behaves just as a pampered domestic house cat would. She's graceful, quiet, delicate, and remarkably gentle when playing. She's also particularly strict with her self-grooming schedule although, that doesn't mean she won't enjoy a good roll in the dirt every so often. While Aradia is technically a natural born predator, she behaves far from what's expected of her. Aradia is curious and loves exploring, but she get's startled very easily and it's not uncommon to find her lurking around the house or hiding under furniture when guests come over. Put simply, she's all snarls but no bite. Yet shy as she may be Aradia loves being the center of people's attention once she gets comfortable with them. Even now she'd melt right under your hand if stroked. Another notable characteristic Aradia displays is her constant usage of vocals when in bestial form. While many animals, both shifter and not, commonly use body language as a form of communication, Aradia has learnt by now that most humans are oblivious to the signals and the few who notice regularly misinterpret them. Consequently, she counts on sounds to get the message across and if that doesn't work, then she'll resort to overstated movements and gestures.

⊱ Sexuality: Panromantic Heterosexual
⊱ Likes: baby powder // bubble baths // sun basking // outdoor activities // sticking her head out the window during car rides
⊱ Dislikes: canines // most other shifters // cages or small rooms // the sound of a vacuum cleaner // fires or the stench of smoke
⊱ Weapons: None but her own teeth and claws.

⊱ Biography: Born in the possession of a shifter breeder, Aradia and her brother Brutus were sold to a wealthy family when they were only one week old. Though initially purchased to add to the family's menagerie and flaunt their socioeconomic status, the Herveauxs soon fell in love with the cubs and even went as far as to raise them alongside their own children. They were pets but treated as members of the family; Aradia and her brother eventually realized this as they matured but didn't have a problem with it. Life was perfect for the most part; both were home schooled, had everything provided for, and were basically free to do as they pleased. Aradia naively believed such a paradise would last forever. But it wouldn't. News of the war finally reached her home about three years back and things started to get complicated. Although Aradia knew where her loyalty lay, Brutus wanted more; he wanted to be free. Then one night, about several weeks later, there was a home invasion. No matter how hard she tries Aradia can't recall what happened but by the end of it, her brother had disappeared and the house was burned to the ground. Aradia still lives with her family but in the recent months, she's begun to feel conflicting emotions regarding her alliances.

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ᴄʜʟᴏᴇ̈ ᴍᴏʀʀɪsᴏɴ

<sub>❝ L A D I E S D O N ' T S T A R T F I G H T S , B U T T H E Y C A N F I N I S H T H E M ． ❞
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ғᴀᴄᴇʟᴀɪᴍ﹕sᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛᴛ sɪᴍᴏɴᴇɪᴛ</sub>

ɴᴏᴠᴀ ᴍ. ᴇɴғʏs

_{» ɴᴏᴠᴀ ᴍᴀᴠᴇ ᴇɴғʏs «
» ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ // ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣ғᴏᴜʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴛ. ғɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ. (₁₆₅ ᴄᴍ.) // ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ﹣ᴏɴᴇ ʟʙs. (₅₉ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs // ɢʀᴇʏ﹣ᴅʏᴇᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ {ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ} // sᴏғᴛ ᴘᴀʟᴇ sᴋɪɴ «
» ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟғ // ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ {ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀʟʏ ᴀɴ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛʀᴀᴍ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ} «}

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍

_{Ｓｈａｐｅｓｈｉｆｔｅｒｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ᴀʀɢᴏ ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ

_{» ᴀʀɢᴏ ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ «
» ᴍᴀʟᴇ // ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ﹣sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴛ. ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ (₁₈₀ ᴄᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇᴛᴇʀs) || ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ﹣ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʟʙs. (₈₃ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» ᴍᴀʜᴏɢᴀɴʏ ʜᴀɪʀ (ᴡɪᴛʜ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ɢʀᴀʏɪɴɢ) // ᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs «
» ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ «}

ʙᴀᴜs ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ

ʟ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ɴ ᴅ	⌜baus beowulf⌟ ⌜forty-three y.o.⌟ ⌜cis-gendered male, bisexual⌟ ⌜seventh generation blood-born werewolf⌟ ⌜greying black hair, umber eyes⌟ ⌜six ft. zero in., one hundred and ninety-four lbs.⌟ ⌜to be succeeded by his son, kalon⌟

<sub>⊱ Born the last of four sons in his family and with no chance at becoming alpha, Baus abandoned his pack at a young age to carve out a new life for himself. He completely severed all ties from his home and instead opted to live life as a "normal" human. With only the clothes on his back, he had to start from scratch. It took years of blood, sweat, and tears before Baus was able receive any sort of bare minimum recognition to his name, being that he lacked any royal lineage. He eventually seized position as feudal lord by pledging his loyalty to the country's king and then further secured it by marrying the daughter of a foreign noble at the king's request. Her name was Darcy. It was a loveless marriage but the couple dutifully performed their duties and bore a healthy son. After that there seemed to be no further attempts at continuing the family bloodline. Several years back, Darcy passed; officially she was publicly mourned to have succumbed to a mysterious illness however the details appear to be deliberately withheld from prying eyes. Baus has moved on but Kalon continues to grieve.

⊱ Silent, observant, blasé- Baus is rather introverted for someone in his position but he is far from a pushover. He carries a known distaste for violence and tends to use it as a last resort however he isn't adverse to it. Having previously served as a knight, Baus is fluent in the art of combat. He considers submission failure and is highly passionate about the goals he sets for himself. This combination is the result of his pragmatic and realistic lifestyle, both qualities playing key roles in landing him where he is today. He is by no means a religious man but he lives faithfully by the motto exitus acta probat, meaning "the end justifies the means". He will feed the hungry, reward the deserving, and mercilessly punish the sinners. Despite the cold air Lord Baus radiates he is a loving father and has always tried his best to see Kalon happy. Baus does not spoil his son and relies heavily on "teach by example" parenting.</sub>

⌜born son of rohan beowulf⌟ ⌜former member of the atram pack⌟ ⌜currently rogue⌟ ⌜used to be an omega due to family heirarchy⌟ ⌜predominantly grey with segments of brown and black⌟ ⌜grizzled face from age and stress⌟ ⌜bears the mark of a traitor on his throat, a large scar⌟	s ʜ ᴀ ᴅ ᴏ ᴡ ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ s ᴏ ᴜ ᴛ ʜ

ʙᴀᴜs ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ {ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴏʟғ}

“ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅɪᴇs ɪɴ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ sᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ.”
﹣ᴋ.ʟ. ᴛᴏᴛʜ

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⊱ Age: 666
⊱ Gender: Male
⊱ Faction: The Hierarchy

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Canis Lupus Abyssus AKA Demon Wolf

{imagine something of a cross between Fenrir, Cerberus, Orthrus, the Black Shuck, and the Hellhound}

While being its own entirely different species, the Demon Wolf was the inspiration from which came stories of the mythical canines of hell and is also the reason behind man's irrational repulsion towards wolves. However, it does share some physical characteristics with the legendary dogs: it has the appearance of a wolf though stands about as large as a Polar Bear, it's covered with thick black fur, its irises can vary between red, white, or black, it has retractable claws, and it wields three heads. No, its body isn't on fire. No, they can't breathe fire. No, they aren't the underworld's guardians. And no, they aren't the catalysts for the apocalypse. It is literally just an unusual looking animal with no special powers whatsoever, thus meaning this it isn't immortal or indestructible either. While like most solitary beasts, Demon Wolves only wished to be left alone, it wasn't long before human ignorance turned to fear and fear turned to hate. With such an intimidating appearance and existing in such scarce numbers, its almost no wonder why they're treated the way they are. Some other rumors surrounding the beasts include the belief that they are the guardians to the Paradise on Earth, or that they are hiding the Elixir.

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⊱ Personality: If Baus was to be described in three words, they would be: composed, passionate, and deadly. While having been desensitized to the world's cruelty, that doesn't dull his ability to be able to empathize with others. Baus despises violence but being passive isn't his thing; actually, for someone who's against the use of aggressive tactics, he resorts to it quite often and is a rather skilled fighter. He even has a long history of killing both shifters and humans (though he doesn't take pleasure from such brutality). Furthermore, while Baus is a lone wolf in all aspects -both literally and figuratively- he does enjoy occasionally being accompanied by others so long as said companion isn't too irritating. He has a low tolerance and even shorter patience. In addition to all this, Baus is known for standing his ground no matter the situation. He may be the type to rely heavily on body language when communicating -on that note, he's quite keen at reading others too since he's very in touch with his primal side- but he always speaks his mind, even if outnumbered, and has a knack for starting arguments with his blunt honesty. This is usually because of how pragmatic and seemingly heartless he is. Last but not least; he is extremely driven. Submission or failure are not something he is familiar with at all and therefore always does his best in everything he sets his mind to. Baus believes that it's because of this that he has managed to survive for so long.

⊱ Sexuality: Demiromantic Grey-Asexual/Sapiosexual
⊱ Likes: winter // silence // solitude // thrill of a hunt // scent of petrichor
⊱ Dislikes: circuses & zoos // most humans, but with a few exceptions // any sort of hunting dog // loud noises
⊱ Weapons: Baus carries around a small pistol and switchblade, but rarely goes beyond close combat.

⊱ Biography: The Great Famine, The Black Death, The Hundred Years' War, the Salem Witch Trials, both World Wars, the rise and fall of countless empires, the mass extinction of who-knew-how-many animal species because of mankind; Baus had lived through them all and yet nothing prepared him for this. While his exact origins remain unknown since it's too far back for him to remember, Baus was born into a nomadic family and has been traveling the world for the past six and a half centuries. He has been on his own for the majority of that span and is very capable of fending for himself in either form, plus can currently speak over a dozen languages fluently. In addition to that, Baus has learnt to live alongside humans undetected although he'd much rather stay away from them; twice he'd even taken it upon himself to live in total isolation and hid among the forests as a sort of hiatus. The first time was for eleven consecutive years after a certain incident which sparked the creation of Red Riding Hood's story, then again for another seven years shortly following the end of WWII. With all that's happening recently, Baus stands in a neutral position, supporting neither side and yet standing up for those unable to defend themselves. That's why he's a member of The Hierarchy, although he is notorious for insubordination. Up to this day Baus has yet to find any other of his kind -he hasn't seen or heard from his family in years- but the possibility of him being the last Daemon Wolf isn't as depressing to him as some might believe it to be.

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ʙᴀᴜs ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ {ʟʏᴄᴀɴ}

_{» ʙᴀᴜs ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ «
» ᴍᴀʟᴇ // ғᴏʀᴛʏ﹣ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» sɪx ғᴛ. ᴢᴇʀᴏ ɪɴ. (₁₈₃ ᴄᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇᴛᴇʀs) // ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ɴɪɴᴇᴛʏ﹣ғᴏᴜʀ ʟʙs. (₈₈ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» ɢʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ // ᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs «
» ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛʀᴀᴍ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ «
» ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ﹕ ᴊᴏ́ʜᴀɴɴ ᴊᴏ́ʜᴀɴɴssᴏɴ ﹣ ᴀʟᴇᴊᴀɴᴅʀᴏ·s sᴏɴɢ «}

» ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ «

ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ sᴏɴs sɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ﹐ ʙᴀᴜs ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛʀᴀᴍ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ɴᴏᴡ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴛᴛᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴜs ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀ ·ʀᴜɴᴛ·﹐ғᴏʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇʀᴍ﹐ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴏᴡɴɢʀᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ʙʏ ᴅᴇғᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ. ʏᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴀɪʟᴇᴅ... ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏsᴛ. ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ﹐sᴡᴇᴀᴛ﹐ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀs (ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ) ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴀᴜs ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇғʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅs ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʀᴘᴀss ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ·s ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟᴅᴇsᴛ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪʙʟɪɴɢ ɪs ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ᴇxɪʟᴇ ﹣ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛs ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣ᴘʟᴜs ʏᴇᴀʀs﹐ʙᴀᴜs ʜᴀs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴀs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀᴛᴇs﹐ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ʜɪs ʀᴀɴᴋ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴀᴜs ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇs ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋ﹐ʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ﹣ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪʀᴍʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ··ᴇxɪᴛᴜs ᴀᴄᴛᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀᴛ ﹣ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅs ᴊᴜsᴛɪғʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs.··

ʙʀᴜᴛᴜs ʜᴇʀᴠᴇᴀᴜx

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ғᴀᴄᴇʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ᴊᴇɴsᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴋʟᴇs</sub>

ᴅᴏʏʟᴇ ʀ. sɪʟᴠɪᴜs {ʟʏᴄᴀɴ}

_{» ᴅᴏʏʟᴇ ʀᴏᴜx sɪʟᴠɪᴜs «
» ᴍᴀʟᴇ // ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴛ. sɪx. (₁₆₈ ᴄᴍ.) // ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ғɪғᴛʏ﹣ғɪᴠᴇ ʟʙs. (₇₀ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» ɢʀᴀʏ﹣ʙʟᴏɴᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ // ᴄᴏɢɴᴀᴄ﹣ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ «
» ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ // ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋ «
» ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ﹕ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴs ﹣ ɪ ʀᴀɴ «}

_{··ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴀɴ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ·s ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ﹐ ᴀ ʟᴏsᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋs ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ; ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏsɪᴛᴛᴇʀs﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀs ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ. ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ﹐ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴜs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʀᴀsʜ.··}

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Ooh, this looks interesting. Although there's no similarity this kinda reminds me of the movie Lockout

Questions: is it fair to assume that this would take place in a sort of dystopic, futuristic setting? Also, do criminals get different brands depending on what they're convicted of or is it all the same thing?

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