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Another shop. He was transfixed on the focal point of the door before he pushed open the barrier. The night was colder than he had imagined but it was warm in this place?! He pulled his glasses down and stared at it wide eyed. Never had he seen a place in existence that looked as rich as this. He wondered how he could even achieve this point or was this the pinnacle? Footsteps echoed around the building, and he thought about how it seemed very nice to hear it. He was fascinated but he saw a cat. A cat? Was it a real cat? He slowly moved toward the feline and leaned down to look at the cre

Gust of wind came with as the white-haired wonder pushed open the door wandering inside the blacksmith. The smell of soot and metal filled his nostrils as he stared around with his oceanic blue crystal eyes. He let out a whistle out as he stared at the setting and took it all in. Step by step, he walked around looking at the wares and took in the ambiance of the game itself. It was real. Damn it was all real, he thought in his head. Never having experienced this in his life, he placed a finger across the glass tapping it slightly before reaching the counter. The texture of it was authent

Name: Dexter Livingston Age:25 Gender: Male Build: Slim/Muscular Nationality: American Weight: 180 lbs Height: 6'4 Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: White History/Personality/Virtues/Flaws Equipment/Inventory Skills Threads