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Quilynn is an original LARP character by yours truly. Send me a starter, or a hello. Happy to make your acquaintance either way. (NC17 friendly, but picky. No characters under 21, please, just for comfort sake. Sorry.)

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Likes & Dislikes โ Likes: Nature Studies
โ Likes: Reading
โ Likes: Singing (though this is only something he'll really do alone, he does it quite well.)
โ Dislikes: Insensitivity
โ Dislikes: Loud and crowded situations
โ Dislikes: Snowy/cold months (it kills all of the forest life, and his cabin isnโ€™t exactly well heated.)

Quilynn is happier amongst a crowd of red ants than he is 'extremely nice people' or changelings, for that matter. He'll duck out of sight into a corner if he feels that there are too many bodies in a room, and he'll be the first one out the door if he's invited to leave. His softer side is merrier, friendly even when he's around animals. He sings when he works out in the meadow, and is even known to doodle in the margins of his field journals.

Quilynn is very โ€˜flazedaโ€, though not so much so that heโ€™s lazy. He has always held a sense of wonderment for the world around him and can often times lose himself in that curiosity. His overall demeanor comes off as unsociable, as he is frequently by himself with his nose in a book. When spoken to-- unless pertaining to a subject he's interested in-- his blunt responses can be insensitive. He becomes rather nervous when anyone asks too many personal questions of him, and will recede into his reclusive nature.

Character Traits Postitive Traits: Intuitive, compassionate, patient.
Negative Traits: Insensitive, antisocial, vulnerable.
Quirks & Habits: Making awful ear-piercing puns if heโ€™s particularly nervous or feels like heโ€™s fumbling a forced conversation, collecting/stealing booksSmoking (if he shapeshifts,his need for nicotine is often recognized by his tell of constantly scratching/itching.)

Because his survival from Arcadia was dependent on literature, it has translated into a need to hoard books, journals, newspapers, etc. This is so much so that his bed is covered in droves of novels and Quilynn sleeps on the floor. His refrigerator is rumored to be much the same.

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Kind hearted, eccentric, and quick witted, Quilynn's oddities weren't always his most proficient qualities. His capture made him rougher around the edges, and a lot less trusting of anybody wanting to interact with him. For all of his weaknesses, he has a number of strengths including his perceptions and nimble physicality. His shapeshifting abilities don't hurt either.

Full Name: Quilynn Sagespark
Nicknames: Quil, Quily, โ€œLynnโ€ (only for close relatives, friends, and significant others.)
Date Of Birth: January 8, 1991
Zodiac: Aquarius
Place Of Birth: Tyndrum, Scotland
Current Age: 31
Gender/Pronouns: Male - He/Him
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Current Residence: Conifer, Colorado
Race: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Scottish
Hair Color: Red/Ginger
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'10/ 178 cm
Weight: 158 lbs./68 kg.
Scars: He has a unique scar on his left ankle from being caught in a bear trap whilst at work. It's jagged, and encircles the circumference of his leg. Outside of this encounter, he has several scars from his captivity in Arcadia.

As one of Merlin's trackers, he was expected to retrieve subjects both alive and inanimate as well as pertinent pieces of information. Quilynn's succession rate was high, but his inability to communicate effectively was always a horrendous downfall. He was often punished for not speaking quickly enough, too softly, or including unnecessary details. Merlin's punishment of choice was hexing and subsequently casting Quilynn out as a lone wolf for lingering periods of time. On rarer occasions, he was known to use Quilynn in some of his cruel experiments as both animal and man.

The most notable scar he has, is a brand that was burned into his lower back. It's in the shape of a piece of candy, Merlin's trademark signature.

Seeming: Beast
Kith: Eurasian Wolf (Red Coat)
Fur Colour: Black, rust, scarlet, and creme from his back down.
Fur Markings: His fur ombres with no noticeable striping, just smooth transitioning. He has a black streak down his spine that blends into a deep red along his flanks, scarlet further below, and creme on all parts of his belly. The scarlet also extends across his ears and the top of his muzzle.
Fur Length(S): Medium-short
Eye Colour(S): Amber (when he's not "all there".)
Tail Length: 28 in./71 cm.
Ear Length: 4 in./10 cm.
Height: 56 in./142 cm.
Weight: 310 lbs./141 kg.
Body Type: Quilynn, though tall, is mostly leg. He tends to be very lean and long which aids in his ability to outmaneuver pursuers or those he is in pursuit of.
Scars: See human information. Merlin's cruelty was more often inflicted on Quilynn when he was not human. These can be seen more prominently when he shapeshifts because his clothing normally covers the extent of his injuries.
Season: Spring
Gentry Curse: Merlin - Constantly hoarding information and keeping notes. Taking maps, menus, notebooks, things like that.
Father Arthur Sagespark
Mother Elsabeth "Elsie" Sagespark (Deceased)
Siblings --
Significant Other Open
Languages Spoken: Scottish Gaelic, Sign Language, All animal languages
Occupation: Formerly a Park Ranger, Currently a personal grounds keeper.
Employer: Stuffy old couple he can never remember the names of. They don't ask questions, and neither does he.
Job Description: After Quilynn returned from being taken, he found that it was no longer safe to return to his old life. This meant an existence that was semi-underground. The property he resides on is owned by a stuffy old couple with too much land and too little energy to upkeep it. They allow Quilynn to live rent free in an old barn as long as he keeps up with their yard work, takes care of the farm animals, and keeps bears off the property. They also pay him below a living wage, but it's something.
Parentage

Arthur and Elsabeth "Elsie" Sagespark were relatively normal, by immigrant standards. They fell in love early, fresh out of school, and gave birth to a healthy baby boy and never conceived any other children. Work was flexible and allowed them to tote their family wherever their travels took them, which was eventually to the United States.

Both were talented within their fields respectfully, and both raised Quilynn to be a nature lover of all sorts. His early life spent as a human and a ranger is largely in part due to his upbringing.

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Quilynn quickly lost track of his time spent in captivity, living out a dreary existence devoid of the joy heโ€™d had in his previous life. Each day he was tasked in locating more subjects of torment for his gentry though he was never unsuspecting of becoming the object of current fascination himself. Because animals had learnt to avoid him, occasionally heโ€™d find himself wandering the cold looking spires of Merlinโ€™s library, vacantly searching for a friend in literature. Heโ€™d hoard whatever books he could be afforded to steal in his spare time, studying anything and everything; a desperate attempt to escape his current world.

Aside from reading plenty of flavourless geographic novels on Camelotโ€™s basic layout, Quilynn began to recall complex routes from certain locations within the realm. These were paths he had taken in pursuit of someone or something at one moment or another. Escape had never crossed his mind as a genuine strategy though, arguably, it was always a possibility even if the rate of success was minute. Quilynn had witnessed Sir Tristanโ€™s ease of retrieval first hand. Death in those situations was not ever swift.

Then again, Quilynn reasoned he was dying slowly and gruesomely already. Among the worst of his fears, these plagued him day in and out: constant judgement and assessment of his every move, absolute isolation, utter loss of control of himself. The latter had complications that spurned the lives of others. The realisation dawned on him slowly, that his escape attempts could not be justified at the cost of his own life, but as long as he remained in Arcadia, he would endanger the lives of those he held dear.

He mapped a route utilising stolen books from Merlinโ€™s library and timed his departure after a battle in Avalon. Sir Tristan would be slower; more exhausted than usual, and Merlinโ€™s attention would be elsewhere for a time being. Quilynn slipped into dense forest, using the senses he was perhaps blessed or cursed with to keep track of his surroundings and possible pursuers. He never stopped running, darting in jagged paths, one from another he had taken so many times until he was within reasonable distance of the boundary. His fingers, clawed in some absurd mockery of part human and part animal carded through a shred of the veil between worlds before the crunch of forest debris and a presence at his back caused his hackles to stand on end.

He turned slowly to face what was inevitably his end, resigned to it. โ€œClose,โ€ he thought to himself. Always so close, but never quite. Even then, harsh judgements from Merlinโ€™s tongue and those heโ€™d long since forgotten rang in his own mind as his own thoughts.

But as Quilynn waited for Sir Tristan to drag him back to his captivity, bloodied and more broken than before, the man produced a single roseโ€“ a specimen Quilynn hadnโ€™t ever seen in all his studies of flora. Distrust was his first inclination. He could very well have been offered a kind of poison, or another curse to haunt his unfortunate life.

โ€œPoor beastie,โ€ was all that was said, before Sir Tristan placed the rose gently in the palm of Quilynnโ€™s still quaking and clawed hand. Without another word, the strange man sauntered away.

Quilynn would later question Sir Tristanโ€™s intent, but he knew better than to do so while he was still within Merlinโ€™s reach. He split the veil and tumbled into the Hedge without another look back.

The Now

Arguably, the largest loss upon his return is that of his motherโ€™s life. Quilynn later learnt of her passing due to an onslaught of tuberculosis. His father is still alive, though more or less an alcoholic stricken by grief. A strange doppelganger seems to be caring for himโ€ฆ and Quilynn dares not return to those he calls family in fear that Merlin may find him, and use him to harm those he loves again. Conversely to his paranoia, Quilynn is rather proficient at concealing his whereabouts both physically and digitally. Occasionally, heโ€™ll visit his motherโ€™s graveside and leave bluebells, as they were her favourite.

The bus ride to and from such outings is a larger expense that thankfully heโ€™s able to afford. Having minimal access to witness protection resources upon his return, Quilynn found it more prudent to keep things as covert as possible. He lives on acridge provided by a stuffy old couple retired in Conifer, Colorado. So long as he keeps up with the agricultural affairs: yardwork, livestock care, pest control (in this case large bears) they donโ€™t make him pay rent and they donโ€™t ask many questions. He prefers it that way, never much one for company, and grateful for some time around animals and plants. Itโ€™s what heโ€™d be doing anyways.

On bad days, he smokes an entire two packs of cigarettes. On good days, he smokes one pack, maybe. It mostly keeps his PTSD shakes under control, and his paranoia out just enough to function without looking over his shoulder every five seconds. Heโ€™s always stealing books from local libraries and never returning them, โ€œjust in caseโ€ he says. Notably, โ€˜just in caseโ€™ has morphed into the existence of an entire library atop his bed.

He attends outings with his current kind if anything, to keep up with news. The Freehold of River and Wood only consists of thirteen people, and as a reclusive mountainous group, they rarely meet. The location doesnโ€™t help especially in winter (his least favourite time to be out) and more often than not, theyโ€™ll meet at the larger gatherings in Denver. Heโ€™s never at a meeting without a backpack full of books, or some poor rescued creature perched in his pocket, or on his shoulder.

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1.) It's not so much about how long your starters/responses are, but give me something to work with. I will flat out ignore you if you send me a one word post. It's not worth anyone's time really, and I find it incredibly rude.

2.) I. Am. Not. My. Character. In fact, we're two very different people! Do not treat me as my character if you want to just stop by for a chat. (Which is fine!) I will not react kindly to it.

3.) I am married. M A R R I E D. :) Happily. Get it? Get the picture? If you want our characters to ride off merrily into the sunset, that's fine. If you want them to have a night of passion between the sheets, also fine. But not me. Do not come onto me, so help me Goddess.

4.) I may ask you for a roleplay sample. This is just to ensure our styles match up. I'm a bit of a sucker for proper punctuation, grammar, and capitalization. Nothing personal if I decline your roleplay invitation, but I'll feel as though it's a struggle to keep things going if you aren't capable of these things.

There's a high velocity whirring in the background of his mind somewhere. It's a little quieter now than it was when there was no reprieve from the frigid steel of cage bars pressed against his haunches. That was the first he'd heard it; the animal-- the beast-- he-- Ooh, I miss it high How it dulled the terror and the beauty And now I see everything in startling intensity Oh, what I wouldn't give If it would take away the sting a minute Everything I love, I trade it in To feel it rush into my chest The smoke alarm's been going off for weeks No one showed up And half the time it isn't what you think of Faith healer come put your hands on me A snake oil dealer I'll believe you if you make me feel something Oh, faith healer come put your hands all over me A snake oil dealer I'll believe you if you make me feel something

No, he reminds himself. He mustn't venture further than the boundaries of his psyche will allow him to. No good things come from dabbling in magic. There's a price to pay even on occasions where he has no choice but to defend himself using that wretched thing inside him. So instead, he pointedly ignores the tremors that inevitably haunt his battered knuckles and fingers, and withdraws a cigarette from his vest pocket. Quilynn inhales the nicotine he wishes would end him, and faces the mountainous view from the craggy precipice he stands on. The forest is alive today, all sorts of animal languages traverse the tree canopy and the meadows below. Neon moss teams with microscopic organisms even, that seem to chatter as they scale mere centimeters beneath his boots.His smile is as listless as his soul; a pathetic curve on one boyish corner of his mouth, diveting the dimples that are undoubtedly his mother's. He refocuses on the companions of the wilderness, satiated with the fact that at least when he dies alone, it will be here in the solace of his self-made home where nature can make something of him.

But then... there's that whirring again. That recognizable pressure at his temples. He's not surprised when he feels claws slip from his fingertips and fangs protrude past his lips. Quilynn is so on edge, that the menial echo of a snapping branch at his back causes him to jolt, twirling lightning quick on his heel so he can bare his teeth at the intruder. The growl that resides low in his throat doesn't help the wee terrified lad that clutches a scroll between his dainty hands like a lifeline. Quilynn isn't quite cured of his suspicion when he tucks his instincts into the background. His tail is still bushed, but he's mostly man when he lobs a straightforward question at the other changeling, "what do you want?"

It's a Fairest, and not a very old one by the looks of it, but looks can be deceiving. He's a rather androgynous looking fellow with drapey blond hair that sweeps porcelain cheeks round with youth. Blue eyes that would make the sky jealous on any day are wide and taking in Quinlynn's ragged appearance as though passing judgement for which direction past him might be the most prudent exit. He can't place blame where it isn't warranted. He's offstandish enough as is without magic wreaking havoc on his humanity. The mark on the Fairest's arm and the years hidden behind those opalescent azure eyes don't go unnoticed. Quinlynn gathers himself before he readdresses the stranger with less abrasiveness.

"Is that for me?" He tries again.

He's studied before he receives a response, "Quinlynn Sagespark of River and Wood. This was flagged down from a party who'd come through the hedge three days prior. It's dire..." A childlike hand extends shakily in a gesture that's meant to be friendly, but cautious.

He takes the scroll slowly, doing his best to move gingerly like approaching a deer. "Thank you." He says, already nose deep in the letter that's really too concise for such a large parchment. The streaks of blackish red sporadically splotched over some of the font is what has him reeling a little. The full extent of the message doesn't impact him like a punch to the gut, until after.

"Here, doggy doggy. I'll play nice with your friends this time." It says.
And the world spins a little too fast.

Sagespark
Quilynn
Be kind to everything
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How we met: (If you're interested in taking this position, we can converse and agree on the circumstances. Just let me know.)
First Date: ^^^^
First kiss: ^^^

(Know that Quilynn is entirely distrustful and a bit stand offish. It's going to take a while for him to develop feelings for anyone through the trauma he endured, and for him to get over Clarence.)

^^^^

Everything I love, I trade it in
I trade it in
To feel it
Rush into my chest
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Clarence was a common ally within Merlin's keep that Quilynn would often find comfort in. The two started out as friends. When Quilynn was imprisoned, hexed, or too weak to do much else, Clarence would feed him scraps, bring him books from the library he helped to keep, and sit by his side. It wasn't long before the two fell in love.

As Quilynn spent more and more time as a wolf, he began to lose himself. Merlin knew this, and used it to his advantage, often starving Quilynn to the brink of death. Among other animals in his menagerie, he allowed a group of rabbits to escape purposefully. Not knowing this was purposeful, Quilynn could no longer ignore the gnawing in his belly and the beast that wanted to devour the prey in front of his nose. He broke from his own confines and slaughtered the entire colony. He later found out that one of them had been Clarence. He's never forgiven himself for it, and hardly speaks of it. This is the catalyst to his aversion to others.

C L A R E N C E
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(You are of course welcome to pitch any connection ideas that you may have. Quilynn does have one more connection to someone in Arcadia. This character is also open, but I am leaving this section blank for the moment.)

(The character I have in mind is the one currently hunting Quilynn.)

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(1990-2015)

Quilynn was born in Tyndrum, Scotland just outside of the Caledonian forest. Large trees and vast meadows were his childhood stomping grounds, and an early admiration for nature arose from his frequent hikes there. This fascination was further nurtured by his father (Arthur) who had undertaken a position as a Wildlife Researcher in the area and his mother (Elsie) who was a world class gardener. When Arthurโ€™s contract completed its term, the entire family relocated to Larkspur, Colorado in the States. Quilynn was fifteen at the time of their migration.

Removed from all familiarity and placed in a highly contrasting environment, Quilynn found it difficult to navigate his new circumstances. His previous homelife had been isolated and distanced from most of society, leaving him unusually quiet and somewhat offstandish. Homeschool was no longer a viable option, and he was cast into a difficult setting that heโ€™d never been particularly fond of, even in books. The children of high school were none too welcoming of such an odd newcomer, judgemental of his noticeable differences, and very vocal about their thoughts in unkind ways. His accent, hair colour, inelegant responses, soft spoken disposition, and gangly figure were just a few of these chosen ridicules that his peers used to taunt Quilynn on a daily basis. In the worst moments, sometimes these cruelties extended to physical altercations in which he would often lose if he was unable to make a hasty getaway. When his escape was limitedโ€“ not out of blatant maliciousness, but rather plain bluntnessโ€“ his quirky and witty rebuttals infuriated his bullies. Even in adulthood, this trait carried into unintentionally offending others with insensitive responses. This furthered his antisocial behaviour, though he would often locate friendship and comfort in many of the local animals and trees. His parents were notified by concerned teachers on more than one occasion of their childโ€™s bizarre tendencies. Often, they prayed he would grow out of it.

Quilynnโ€™s background and love for books however, made him an excellent student. Despite his declining social life, he was able to graduate high school and work as an intern through college. His love for the outdoors and especially the creatures that inhabited it had never dwindled, and had in fact grown exponentially. He landed a job as a Park Ranger for Roxborough National Park in Littleton, Colorado and never thought to look back.

Never deviating from his old habits, he took a larger liking to sticking out of range from the hustle and bustle of city life. As a matter of convenience as well as comfort, he took to camping within the bounds of the park, comfortable in the wilderness and lack of people. Possessions were always few and far betweenโ€“ never more than he could keep within the confines of a backpack. But books, maps, and journals were always a welcome constant, all the better to study the land and its inhabitants. Quilynnโ€™s co-workers often spoke fondly, though bewilderedly of the way animals seemed perfectly comfortable around him, always holding still for sketches or allowing him to hand feed them.

Despite his growth within the natural world, his grasp of humanity was never up to par with others and Quilynn remained highly introverted, spending most of his free time exploring new trails and paths away from marked roads. To this day, his attempts at communicating with fellow humans and changelings alike are horribly awkward and clumsy at best. He has a tendency to fill awkward silences (they happen often) with puns out of desperation if the subject, for some reason, decides to stick around.

Books

(2015-2020)

Having been surrounded by forests for the majority of his life, Quilynn never much considered the danger that might be lurking within them. Possibilities like bear maulings were understandably concerning but unlikely, and minor scrapes and bruises were just another part of a day on the job.

Quilynn had been studying mycelium patterns, and though faerie circles are natural structures, many of his colleagues were superstitiously wary of their existence. He had never bought into old folktales and thus continued on his trek off the beat and path per his usual meanderings. As he cut deeper into a lesser known part of the forest, he noted the odd darkening of the sky and the peculiar smells that followed. His unsuspecting manner and lackadaisical comfortability would be his biggest downfall.

Once captured and essentially enslaved by Merlin, Quilynnโ€™s peaceful and reclusive lifestyle came to a screeching halt devolving into a painful never ending nightmare where he was often revered for his quick wittedness, and punished for it simultaneously. Upon discovering his unique skills in tracking (a tactic he often relied on for his job), Merlin forcefully employed Quilynn to do his bidding by locating objects for him. He was often hexed for the duration of his quests, hunted and chased like the animal Merlin made him. Even when Quilynnโ€™s worn physicality was spared, Merlinโ€™s favourite pet name for him was often โ€œmy little lone wolfโ€.

Perhaps the most torturous events were the ones in which Merlin required live targets for Quilynn to sniff out. Of course, he was not ostracized in these sorts of tasks, as many of Merlinโ€™s subjects were expected to retrieve without complaint. But Quilynn had never been talented at hiding his emotions and this became a self-sabotaging trait. Once Merlin noted his hesitancy, he toyed with it, constantly assigning Quilynn to drag unwilling experimental subjects to Merlinโ€™s keep, knowing, that nine times out of ten, Quilynn would refuse, unable to endanger someone else or hurt another creature. Thus, he was penalized and used as the subject of experimentation himself. As for the other one out of ten occurrencesโ€ฆ as Quilynnโ€™s mind deteriorated within Arcadia, teetering lines between human and beast, his grip on his identity began to unravel. Animal instinct, mistreatment, and hunger were always gnawing at the last dregs of his sanity. Occasionally, those remaining threads snapped.

Among his endured horrors, Quilynn did manage to locate some reprieve in the form of a friend. Another changeling that Merlin cast to the shadows. Clarence, soft-hearted, cheerful despite his circumstances, and similarly interested in literature was one of Merlin's many librarians. He would sneak into the menagerie in times of Merlin's absence to slip many of the animals scraps. During the days Quilynn could stave off the beast, Clarence would leave books. "I don't have flowers to leave at your door," Clarence had said, "so this will have to do." And he was out the door with a wink and a trademark smile. Their romance was always brief between the brutality of their lives, but it was the highlight of Quilynn's durance. Unfortunately, by loyalists or Merlin himself, their closeness was noticed.

Merlinโ€™s menagerie housed many species for his twisted whims. After many days of being confined to a cage, hexed, beaten, and starved, Quilynn was lessโ€ฆ Quilynn. Almost as if by design, a family of rabbits was freed from their confines. A faulty lock allowed them to slip silently from their cages, and though in his right mind, Quilynn would have permitted them to flee safely, the animal within him could not starve and waste away another day.

The effect was utter and total slaughter.

With the remnants of what had been a large rabbit and three smaller coding his fur, muzzle, and paws, he expected more punishment from Merlin upon discovering one of his pets had brutalized part of his collection. The hand that caressed his fur, the wretched smile splitting Merlinโ€™s face, and the words that followed told Quilynn all that he needed to know: โ€œgood boy,โ€ Merlin said. "He was tainting you, and you're such a fine project. It would have been a shame." And through the taste of blood and crunch of bone by his own teeth, Quilynn was finally broken.

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//IMAGE DIMENSIONS// ===TOPPER=== Topper/Inner Background = width:1100px; height:500px; ===LEFT SIDE=== Personality Table (2 images) = width:150px; height:200px; MoreDetails Table = width:150px; height:150px; Image above Copyright Table = width:500px; height:250px; ===RIGHT SIDE=== MainBio Table = width:300px; height:300px; MainConn/BAE Table = width:600px; height:300px; (This is ONE pic. You don't have to crop it. See that section for more information.) Side/Side Connections (small) Table = width:100px; height:100px; //TEXT TITLES// If your last name, first name, etc is longer than the area, go into About Me and locate the appropriate div class for that section. IE if you need to change the sizing for the first name area, find the div that corresponds to it. "First Name" is housed inside the div class="firstname" under the div class="mainbio"; so go into About Me and find .mainbio .firstname. These are the codes you will need to change font-size, etc. Currently the font-size is 35px; If you need a bit more space, change the font-size to 32px, etc. until your name fits into the slot. General text tip: Changing Letter-spacing, font-size and the font-family (from Arial to something like Arial Narrow for example) can help you fit your text inside a confined/fixed space. **In some areas you will see BIG and SMALL font tags used to increase the font-size of certain lines. These will also be found in About Me under their appropriate sections. IE: The div class MainBio / sub-div class Quote uses BIG and SMALL font tags to change the size of a couple of the lines. You will find the size markers under About Me/.mainbio .quote big and .mainbio .quote small. Etc... //MUSIC PLAYER// SEE THE CITED NOTE UNDER MUSIC PLAYER FOR ADDITIONAL INSTRUCTIONS. //LAYOUT COLORS// Colors can be changed more easily in this layout because I have again included a 'color palette' section. It is located at the bottom of About Me. There are ONLY 5 colors in this layout. If, for example, you want to change the mauve/pinkish light color to something else, you would go to the Color Palette and locate /* Light Color a46d6d */. In that area, change each a46d6d code to the new color code you have selected. That's all there is to it. TIP: To avoid the potential for issues, exchange a light color for another light color; a dark one, for another dark. IE. If you are replacing the off-white/lighter color (f3fffb) with another, try to keep the replacement color a light color as well.

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Aug 2nd 2022 - 1:55 PM


Hey there, Thanks so much for the opportunity to interact with you! My name's Maya and it's very nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to enjoying an amazing story together. (If you don't already have your hands full of course!) Whenever it's convenient i'd love to start digging into a discussion. Though do let me know if you've got ground rules or boundaries I should know first, your comfort is important to me! I've rambled on long enough but I look forward to hearing from you.

Have an amazing day! แƒฆ

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