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| ~Garasu~ | Nov 11 2013, 09:57 AM Post #1 |
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Username: Gengara Points: 0/0 Coupon: Companions: (0/4) Aisu, Heishi Snowman "Cross me and you just might find yourself neck deep in snow." General Information Age: 18 Gender: Male Height: 5'8 Weight: 165lbs Hair: Heishi keeps his raven hair in a buzz cut, meaning he barely has any hair on his head, though he also has what is often referred to as "five o'clock shadow." Eyes: His eyes are gun metal blue in color. Physical Features: His skin tone, unlike that of the rest of his clan, is so pale he appears sickly most of the time, considering he has not been in the sun for many, many years. Maybe one of the more defining features about Heishi is his teeth, seeing as they are all pointed, somewhat like a crocodile's, many will look away from him if he is not wearing his mask, which was the very intent behind filing his teeth down. Littered in scars from the many battles he's had as a rogue ninja, it is not unusual for people, mainly women, to feel sickened when looking at his body. Like the rest of his clan, Heishi's skin holds a slight chill. Clothing/Accessories: Heishi's attire reeks of efficiency. His every need is taken into consideration when dressing each day, down the minute detail. His undergarments are dawned with the intention to both wick sweat for heated combat, and also to insulate for temperatures that might otherwise prove to be a hinderance. He wears a long sleeved, skin-tight shirt and matching pants, both being black. These are entirely covered, however, by his secondary layer of clothing. Over his initial layer is a pair of loose trousers and a mesh on his upper body that can serve as an almost soft chain mail, aiding in protecting him against indirect blows. Heishi binds his pants at the knee with sturdy plated shin guards that also have a layer if internal mesh for comfort and shock absorption. These shin guards continue almost seamlessly into a pair of steel plated boots. Similarly his upper body is protected thoroughly while maintaining flexibility. His torso is covered with a sort of plate armor with links and joints in all the needed areas to allow perfect motion while still keeping him safe. The armor covers his shoulders and arms as well, plating them in a protective covering, with the arm guards having spiked protrusions for blocking, climbing, or even attacking. The finishing touches to the weaponized wardrobe are more like tools than accessories. Even the tassels hanging from the backs of his knees and the long scarf draped around his neck serve the purpose of silence. His belt of sorts also caries a plated loin cloth piece to protect against groin shots, and his thighs are protected by armor almost similar to that of a samurai. At the back of the belt hangs two full length swords, and on both hips are kunai holsters. Finally, on his head is a special helmet that covers most of his face and head, but lets him see still. It looks again like that of a samurai, but slightly modified with a facial visor to cover part of his face. Every part of his clothing is a variance of off white and light blue, over all creating a "snow camo" color scheme. Forehead Protector: N/A Personality: Heishi is toxic by nature, finding joy in pain and jubilation in sorrow. Destruction is a game, and he always wins. But what is a win without a loss? What is a victor without a loser? What is crime without casualty? And casually he rolls the dice, leaving fate to chance for only a moment before blowing stuff up anyway. Chaos is his drug, and he takes it intravenous. Whether it's peril or pain, it's always the same. An explosion here, a subtle poisoning there; anything to give him that high. Heishi and chaos are like dancers in the dark, whirling and writhing to the beat of another life falling to ruin. Striking fear and panic in the hearts of those around him brings Heishi a certain level of. . . ecstasy. But to genuinely feel the terror in his victims, he must walk among them; tasting, smelling, drinking in the horror as those around him whirl like wasps in an irritated hive. He is not a man of the stage, but a man of the dark, shrouded in shadow behind the cloak of the curtain. He Pulls the strings to elaborate schemes, and revels in his own macabre successes. Picture: Heishi Battle Information Rank: A-Ranked Nukenin Village: Chakra Affinity: Hyouton Second Chakra Affinity: Fuuton, Suiton Stats
Equipment: [Zetsubō is Heishi's primary weapon, and is kept on his left hip, secured to his hip by his belt. Zetsubō's sheath is gun metal blue, as is the tsuba, and the tsuka, while the ito is [toxic Green in color. Zetsubō's blade is twenty eight inches in length, with an hand and a half hilt, which has a six inch, pyramid style, spike on the pommel. Zetsubō's hilt is filled with a very fine, powdery, salt. Senbon Heishi keeps seven Senbon attached to each forearm via forearm holsters, meaning he has fourteen (14) Senbon in total. These holsters are not pouches, but merely black bands that hold the Senbon to his forearms in such a way that he is unable to stab himself with them. Combat Style: Heishi feels at home within the snow, to the extent that he almost never enters a fight without creating a snow storm. He believes that taking away one's eyesight induces fear and panic, two of his favorite emotions. While he loves to scare his victims before he kills them, Heishi knows that the quicker his targets die the more money he will make in a shorter amount of time, so he prefers to end his battles quickly. Jutsu Information Abilities: Hyouton Chakra Element Through a genetic mutation, members of the Aisu clan are able to simultaneously use the elements of Suiton and Fuuton to create Hyouton, or Ice Release. Capable of creating frost, snow, and ice simply through their chakra, the Aisu are a formidable clan capable of turning any amount of water vapor into a powerful weapon. Jutsu: Snow Hyouton Ninjutsu History The birth of a child as the purest blanket of snow, crisp and new. Redemption is often found in the first glance from those helpless, trusting eyes. There is innocence in those eyes - innocence that survives that first night and soothes the soul every day thereafter. It is the innocence of a child that breathes new hope to a scene of despair, and new comfort to a house of unrest. But from the moment those innocent eyes gazed up into a cruel, unforgiving world, they were cursed - cursed by a past undeserving of redemption: cursed to the very marrow of the child's frail bones. It was a curse passed through blood, by no action or intent on his behalf. It was a curse that would follow his every footstep, and haunt every path he would take. It was the curse. . . of family. On the night of Aisu Heishi's birth, few were present. In fact, just two. A doctor, and the boy's mother. She cried out into the night, her tears of pain having no effect on the cruel trauma of birth. She clenched the sheets where her husband once slept, exhausting every fiber of her being in a single effort: to bring her child - her son - into the world. The room was silent save for her wails, the doctor saying nothing. His purpose was not for comfort, but precision. And he would do no more than he ought. Hour after agonizing hour the young woman fought for her life. The doctor had cautioned that he could only do so much. It was up to her, and her will, to bring this child forth. If her will faltered even for a moment, she was told she would not have the strength to survive, and neither would her child. She was young and naive, trusting the man wholly. And upon that night, hour after hour, her will remained resolute. But as midnight passed, her labor remained. Her body was already ravaged from pain and struggle, with no sign of respite. But finally, long after her body's energy had faded, and just as her will began to falter, a cry split the silence, reminding the doctor that the woman had long since fallen silent in her struggle to survive. The man stepped forward, for the first time reaching forth to assist in the delivery of the child, for no other reason than obligation. But as the man held the newborn babe, he looked to the mother, and realized she had passed, her last breath becoming the child's first. The man held the child in one arm, affection lost to his despondent face. He briefly wiped the babe clean, and left. The child would be taken to the hospital, where he would be cared for through the initial months until he could be placed into foster care. And as the man stepped through the door of the small house, he glanced back at the form of the woman, beautiful and lifeless, in an unceremonious heap on the bed, not even a clean sheet being spared to preserve any remaining dignity she had in death. Years would pass, and the child would drift from home to home, never truly being accepted or fitting in, and never staying longer than three months. His upbringing was disjointed, and his initial education was composed solely of observations the young mind made as he went through life. But while other children were learning to make sand castles and chase butterflies with friends, Heishi was alone, pondering. The early years in life when a child learns his family loves him, Heishi only learned that he would always be alone. He knew he would never feel love, and cursed it when he saw it forming. For a long time, the boy knew nothing about his mother, or his father. All he knew was absence of love, and never knew how to ask why he was cursed. His entrance to the academy seemed forced. He had not spoken of a desire to be a ninja, and had never even discussed why it was important, but his father's final act before disappearing forever was to establish a sum of money large enough to support the child not through all of life, but through the academy. To his foster parents, it was simply a way to pass the child onto the next unlucky victim. And victim the academy became. The boy never laughed; never smiled. When he would venture into a room, a palpable aura if despair would emanate from those cursed eyes, once innocent. He did not act in anger, or violence, he simply existed, that alone being enough to cause any subject of his gaze to wretch in emotional grief. None of the children knew who he was, or how he came to emanate such pain, and no one ever asked. Most of those who remembered his parents - remembered his father - knew that such treachery could hardly help but pass through blood. No one talked to him. No one looked at him. Some said hid very eyes carried with them such intent that they could curse any soul they fell upon. There was one man, a teacher at the academy, who was determined beyond all else to reach out to Heishi and in some small way sooth the eternal pain so visible behind those eyes. In the years that the boy was in the academy, the man saw those eyes begin to turn, slowly losing their despair and turning to such a passionate, fiery loathing that one could almost see the boy's dark fantasies playing out before him: death, chaos, and anguish swirled through his imagination in such a powerful way, the man was sure they would one day express into physical action. But try as he might to speak to the boy, the pain was too great even to hear any diplomatic attempt at kindness. All he could ever do was stare, but never at the eyes. Upon the boy's graduation, he was not placed on a team, or matched with a rival. The teacher had requested a year sabbatical to try and work with the boy, knowing only portions and parts of his past, but determining to see the boy overcome this curse. But his wish would never be realized. The boy never spoke, and never looked anyone in the eye. He took mission requests and finished them without a word, collecting his payment and returning home, where no light could ever be seen. He excelled at any task he took, and passed the chuunin exams alone, almost killing his proctor. The field was instantly filled with a thick whirlwind of snow, and when it faded, the proctor was on the ground, bleeding from the chest, and the boy was gone. Some say he looked into the man's eyes, and the man faltered, so taken aback by what he saw that he left an opening, and the boy took it. Though hesitant to pass the boy for a fight only seen through the eyes of a single sensor, the council decided to allow the boy to proceed to the rank of Chuunin, unable to argue with his apparent power, though no detailed reports could be made on his prowess or skill. No one ever saw him training, or even traveling through the streets unless on a mission. One day, the boy's sensei grew worried that his student had not been seen in days, and went to the boy's apartment. To his shock and horror, he found the room dark and void of any belongings. He ventured in, knowing in his heart that he would never see his student again. For on the wall, written in blood, was a single word. Today But as with all grand concepts, that of Heishi's escape would find great challenge. He had spent months planning his escape; counting down to that day when he would leave his curse behind him, and find the truth about his father. It was his only concern, and his only goal. But though he found no trouble reaching the edge of the village, escaping entirely was another matter. He had observed the gate whenever possible, and knew some small amount about each of the guards – at least as much as public record would release. His only hope was to blind the guards, and slip past, but he knew his time would be short. The moment a sensor caught him trying to leave, no whiteout would save him. But he was resolute in his choice, and he pressed on. It was winter time, and as he approached the gate, lurking in the shadows of the buildings populating the fifth ring, he began to slowly force his chakra into the air, spreading it out to slowly effect the sky. He acted in such a way that the subtle climate change was not noticed, and as he thickened the chakra, he thickened the already dense snowfall, obscuring sight almost completely before he was finished. This was his chance to finally leave the accursed village behind, and without a moment's hesitation, he took it, sprinting from his hiding place toward the guard post, and slipping through unnoticed. The snow was so dense by now, he could not even see his hands before him, but he had memorized the way, and had prepared for this moment in his mind so that in the final execution of the plan, he had no use for his eyes. His heart knew the way. Of course it did not take long for his sensei to report the boy missing, and for the village to realize he was gone, but he had already escaped, and was long gone. They would never find him. Years passed, and Heishi moved from place to place, slowly gaining confidence, but never losing the paranoia that would keep him alive through life. He never made contact with a town more than once with the same disguise, and never stayed in the same country for long. Once he hit the main land, his options expanded, and he stayed in various towns and villages in his travels while he worked as a mercenary, slowly growing in fame. He knew that his luck would run out before long, and knew that one day his curse would find him. But when that day comes, he will be ready. And the purest snowstorm will be stained with rivers of blood in an endless slaughter until Heishi finally defeats his curse, or escapes it for eternity. Edited by Garasu, Dec 2 2013, 12:13 PM.
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| ~Garasu~ | Nov 20 2013, 12:34 AM Post #2 |
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[Snowy Shroud: Basic] D-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the required seals Heishi will create a "shroud" of snow that spins three feet around his body at a speed of 4. While the snow is by no means thick, it allows him to better blend in with his various snow storm jutsu. This shroud lasts for four posts before needing to be performed again. [Snowy Coat: Basic] D-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the required seals Heishi will channel his chakra into a throwing weapon, and create a fine layer of snow on it. Invented to hide his weapons within his snow storm jutsu, should the thrown weapon travel at speed greater than that of four (4) the snow coating will be blown off by the wind. [Snowy Binding: Basic] D-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the required seals Heishi will charge his pre-made snow with more of his chakra, and cause it to cling to his target with a strength of six. (6) Once the snow begins to cling to his target, it will bind their arms to their torso for four (4) posts, unless broken out of. This jutsu has a maximum range of ten (10) meters. [Thicken Snow] D-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the required hand seals Heishi will fill the snow around himself with his chakra, causing it to thicken into a much denser snow. While making it much harder to see within the snow, he is only able to thicken the snow around himself up to ten (10) meters around where he is standing. This jutsu will remain active for four (4) posts, before the denser snow will fall to the ground. [Get Snowy: Basic] D-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the required hand seals Heishi will attempt to blow light, powdery snow on to his target. Once the snow is on the target it will cling to them, and absorb heat from their body. The snow remains on the target for four (4) posts, and during the four posts it will absorb enough heat to lower the target's stamina stat by one. (-1) [Snowy Shroud: Moderate] C-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the required seals Heishi will create a "shroud" of snow that spins 8 feet around his body at a speed of 6. While the snow is somewhat thick, it allows him to better blend in with his various snow storm jutsu. This shroud lasts for six posts before needing to be performed again. [Snowy Coat: Moderate] C-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the required seals Heishi will channel his chakra into a throwing weapon, and create a somewhat thick layer of snow on it. Invented to hide his weapons within his snow storm jutsu, should the thrown weapon travel at speed greater than that of eight (8) the snow coating will be blown off by the wind. [Snowy Binding: Moderate] C-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the required seals Heishi will charge his pre-made snow with more of his chakra, and cause it to cling to his target with a strength of eight. (8) Once the snow begins to cling to his target, it will bind their arms to their torso for six (6) posts, unless broken out of. This jutsu has a maximum range of fifteen (15) meters. [Get Snowy: Moderate] C-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the required hand seals Heishi will attempt to blow light, powdery snow on to his target. Once the snow is on the target it will cling to them, and absorb heat from their body. The snow remains on the target for six (6) posts, and during the six posts it will absorb enough heat to lower the target's stamina stat by two. (-2) [Get Snowy: Advanced] B-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the required hand seals Heishi will attempt to blow light, powdery snow on to his target. Once the snow is on the target it will cling to them, and absorb heat from their body. The snow remains on the target for eight (8) posts, and during the eight posts it will absorb enough heat to lower the target's stamina stat by three. (-3) ~[Winter] B-Rank Ninjutsu After forming the needed seals, the user will condense Hyouton chakra into their hands. They will then form a simple ball of snow in their hand, and throw it into the sky. Three clouds will then cause snow to the fall to the ground, covering approximately a 20 square meter area for six posts, causing about two inches of snowfall per post. If it's hotter than average, the snow will fall and last for only three posts and only an inch of snowfall will make it to the ground. If it's colder than average, the snow will still fall for six posts, however, it will have four inches of snow each post Edited by Garasu, Nov 20 2013, 12:58 AM.
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| ~Garasu~ | Nov 20 2013, 01:04 AM Post #3 |
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*[Finger Engraving Seal] D-Ranked Fuuinjutsu Prerequisite: 3 control Concentrating chakra into their finger or a sharp point, the user is able to write seals on almost any surface. If used on a living target, it will cause a discomfort as the fuuinjutsu is scarred into their flesh. This can be used up to posts equal to the user's stamina. *[Switch] D-Ranked Fuuinjutsu Because augmenting fuuinjutsu are not able to be turned off normally, this jutsu was developed in order to turn them off and on. By placing their hand over one of their own fuuinjutsu, the user channels their chakra to the fuuin, which renders it unusable. However, with either chakra kai or channeling chakra to the seal directly, they are then able to turn the seal on. Night Vision - 暗視 D-Rank Augmenting Fuuin Night Vision is a simple augmenting fuuin that, when active, forces chakra into the eyes. This concentration of chakra within the eyes allow the eyes to take in more light, thus giving the seal bearer better vision at night. This fuuin is always active unless toggled off by the *[Switch] technique. Edited by Garasu, Nov 20 2013, 01:30 AM.
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| ~Garasu~ | Nov 20 2013, 02:12 AM Post #4 |
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History for Gara: The birth of a child as the purest blanket of snow, crisp and new. Redemption is often found in the first glance from those helpless, trusting eyes. There is innocence in those eyes - innocence that survives that first night and soothes the soul every day thereafter. It is the innocence of a child that breathes new hope to a scene of despair, and new comfort to a house of unrest. But from the moment those innocent eyes gazed up into a cruel, unforgiving world, they were cursed - cursed by a past undeserving of redemption: cursed to the very marrow of the child's frail bones. It was a curse passed through blood, by no action or intent on his behalf. It was a curse that would follow his every footstep, and haunt every path he would take. It was the curse. . . of family. On the night of Aisu Heishi's birth, few were present. In fact, just two. A doctor, and the boy's mother. She cried out into the night, her tears of pain having no effect on the cruel trauma of birth. She clenched the sheets where her husband once slept, exhausting every fiber of her being in a single effort: to bring her child - her son - into the world. The room was silent save for her wails, the doctor saying nothing. His purpose was not for comfort, but precision. And he would do no more than he ought. Hour after agonizing hour the young woman fought for her life. The doctor had cautioned that he could only do so much. It was up to her, and her will, to bring this child forth. If her will faltered even for a moment, she was told she would not have the strength to survive, and neither would her child. She was young and naive, trusting the man wholly. And upon that night, hour after hour, her will remained resolute. But as midnight passed, her labor remained. Her body was already ravaged from pain and struggle, with no sign of respite. But finally, long after her body's energy had faded, and just as her will began to falter, a cry split the silence, reminding the doctor that the woman had long since fallen silent in her struggle to survive. The man stepped forward, for the first time reaching forth to assist in the delivery of the child, for no other reason than obligation. But as the man held the newborn babe, he looked to the mother, and realized she had passed, her last breath becoming the child's first. The man held the child in one arm, affection lost to his despondent face. He briefly wiped the babe clean, and left. The child would be taken to the hospital, where he would be cared for through the initial months until he could be placed into foster care. And as the man stepped through the door of the small house, he glanced back at the form of the woman, beautiful and lifeless, in an unceremonious heap on the bed, not even a clean sheet being spared to preserve any remaining dignity she had in death. Years would pass, and the child would drift from home to home, never truly being accepted or fitting in, and never staying longer than three months. His upbringing was disjointed, and his initial education was composed solely of observations the young mind made as he went through life. But while other children were learning to make sand castles and chase butterflies with friends, Heishi was alone, pondering. The early years in life when a child learns his family loves him, Heishi only learned that he would always be alone. He knew he would never feel love, and cursed it when he saw it forming. For a long time, the boy knew nothing about his mother, or his father. All he knew was absence of love, and never knew how to ask why he was cursed. His entrance to the academy seemed forced. He had not spoken of a desire to be a ninja, and had never even discussed why it was important, but his father's final act before disappearing forever was to establish a sum of money large enough to support the child not through all of life, but through the academy. To his foster parents, it was simply a way to pass the child onto the next unlucky victim. And victim the academy became. The boy never laughed; never smiled. When he would venture into a room, a palpable aura if despair would emanate from those cursed eyes, once innocent. He did not act in anger, or violence, he simply existed, that alone being enough to cause any subject of his gaze to wretch in emotional grief. None of the children knew who he was, or how he came to emanate such pain, and no one ever asked. Most of those who remembered his parents - remembered his father - knew that such treachery could hardly help but pass through blood. No one talked to him. No one looked at him. Some said hid very eyes carried with them such intent that they could curse any soul they fell upon. There was one man, a teacher at the academy, who was determined beyond all else to reach out to Heishi and in some small way sooth the eternal pain so visible behind those eyes. In the years that the boy was in the academy, the man saw those eyes begin to turn, slowly losing their despair and turning to such a passionate, fiery loathing that one could almost see the boy's dark fantasies playing out before him: death, chaos, and anguish swirled through his imagination in such a powerful way, the man was sure they would one day express into physical action. But try as he might to speak to the boy, the pain was too great even to hear any diplomatic attempt at kindness. All he could ever do was stare, but never at the eyes. Upon the boy's graduation, he was not placed on a team, or matched with a rival. The teacher had requested a year sabbatical to try and work with the boy, knowing only portions and parts of his past, but determining to see the boy overcome this curse. But his wish would never be realized. The boy never spoke, and never looked anyone in the eye. He took mission requests and finished them without a word, collecting his payment and returning home, where no light could ever be seen. He excelled at any task he took, and passed the chuunin exams alone, almost killing his proctor. The field was instantly filled with a thick whirlwind of snow, and when it faded, the proctor was on the ground, bleeding from the chest, and the boy was gone. Some say he looked into the man's eyes, and the man faltered, so taken aback by what he saw that he left an opening, and the boy took it. Though hesitant to pass the boy for a fight only seen through the eyes of a single sensor, the council decided to allow the boy to proceed to the rank of Chuunin, unable to argue with his apparent power, though no detailed reports could be made on his prowess or skill. No one ever saw him training, or even traveling through the streets unless on a mission. One day, the boy's sensei grew worried that his student had not been seen in days, and went to the boy's apartment. To his shock and horror, he found the room dark and void of any belongings. He ventured in, knowing in his heart that he would never see his student again. For on the wall, written in blood, was a single word. Today But as with all grand concepts, that of Heishi's escape would find great challenge. He had spent months planning his escape; counting down to that day when he would leave his curse behind him, and find the truth about his father. It was his only concern, and his only goal. But though he found no trouble reaching the edge of the village, escaping entirely was another matter. He had observed the gate whenever possible, and knew some small amount about each of the guards – at least as much as public record would release. His only hope was to blind the guards, and slip past, but he knew his time would be short. The moment a sensor caught him trying to leave, no whiteout would save him. But he was resolute in his choice, and he pressed on. It was winter time, and as he approached the gate, lurking in the shadows of the buildings populating the fifth ring, he began to slowly force his chakra into the air, spreading it out to slowly effect the sky. He acted in such a way that the subtle climate change was not noticed, and as he thickened the chakra, he thickened the already dense snowfall, obscuring sight almost completely before he was finished. This was his chance to finally leave the accursed village behind, and without a moment's hesitation, he took it, sprinting from his hiding place toward the guard post, and slipping through unnoticed. The snow was so dense by now, he could not even see his hands before him, but he had memorized the way, and had prepared for this moment in his mind so that in the final execution of the plan, he had no use for his eyes. His heart knew the way. Of course it did not take long for his sensei to report the boy missing, and for the village to realize he was gone, but he had already escaped, and was long gone. They would never find him. Years passed, and Heishi moved from place to place, slowly gaining confidence, but never losing the paranoia that would keep him alive through life. He never made contact with a town more than once with the same disguise, and never stayed in the same country for long. Once he hit the main land, his options expanded, and he stayed in various towns and villages in his travels while he worked as a mercenary, slowly growing in fame. He knew that his luck would run out before long, and knew that one day his curse would find him. But when that day comes, he will be ready. And the purest snowstorm will be stained with rivers of blood in an endless slaughter until Heishi finally defeats his curse, or escapes it for eternity. Edited by Garasu, Nov 22 2013, 09:38 AM.
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