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November 15, 2024 09:22 AM

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Name- Rhys Danger

Age- Looks to be early to mid-twenties.

DOB(MM/DD/YY)- 08/19/1996

Sex- Male

Ethnicity- White

Height- 6'5

Weight- 224LB

Languages Spoken- English, German, Russian

Status- Servant

Married- N/A

Zodiac- Leo

Accent- Slight underlaying German accent covered up when he wants it to be.

Habits(B)- Raking his hand through his hair, pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing his temples, biting the inside of his cheek... usually hard enough to draw blood.

Habits(G)- Being respectful, when he can, just staying quiet and keeping his mouth shut.

Name origin- Welsh, meaning "ardor"

Named after- Unknown.

Positive Traits- Has amazing amounts of self-control. He is good at what he does. He has a good sense of humor.

Negative Traits- Snapping at people, or just not responding, being rude, sarcastic, never giving a straight answer.

Diabilities (Mental): Hyperthymesia, Low Latent Inhibition

Body Build: Lean, Muscular, Tall

Eye Color: Such a dark blue that they're almost black, and you can only see the blue if you look at them right.

Glasses or Contacts: None

Distinguishing Marks: Ah, where do I start? 4 inch scar across his right cheek, whip scars across his back, many many other scars all over, burn marks on his right arm, all the way up his arm, onto his shoulder, back, and chest. He also has a full arm tattoo on his right arm of snakes winding around daggers that are covered in thorny roses. Quite intricate and beautiful. Done in black and white. The snakes mouths are ppem towards his wrist and their fangs are bared. A tattoo of a Phoenix, spreads across his entire back, beautiful and fiery, using black ink but also red. The burn scars trickle onto the wings of the Phoenix a little and give the appearance that they burned him.

Predominant Feature(s): Eyes that make the phrase 'if looks could kill' true, very muscular body. When he does smile, it lights up a whole room, and his laugh is even better.

Hair Color: Jet black

Type of Hair: Medium length, slightly wavy, small amount of scruff around jaw and upper lip, looking unkempt.. but somehow in a good way.

Hairstyle: Nothing really, he's never cared about looks- yet he still manages to look amazing.

Voice: Deep, attractive, usually cold, underlaying German accent that comes out when extremely angry.

Overall Attractiveness: Extreme, somehow, even though he doesn't care.

Physical Diabilities: Scar tissue in his right shoulder, causing it less movement and stabbing pain at times, paired with the burn marks making it not fun.

Usual Fashion of Dressing: Dark, boring, drab.

Favorite Outfit: Black leather boots, black cargo pants, a black belt, black t-shirt tucked in, usually dirt streaking these things, faded from hours of sunlight.

Jewlery or Accessories: He has a single, thin silver chain around his neck, usually tucked into his shirt.

Personality-

Good Personality Traits: Extremely intelligent, observative, logical. Once you earn his trust, he's very loyal, comical, and soft.

Bad Personality Traits: Very blocked off, untrusting, rude, cold, definite anger issues.

Mood Character is in Most Often: Dark, quiet, cold.

Sense of Humor: Amazing, when you can find it.

Greatest Joy in Life: Being outside, not working, just enjoying nature, on a hike or out on a boat.

Greatest Fear: Finally starting to care about somebody and having them ripped away.

Why?: He never lets anybody get anywhere near him, so he is afraid that when he does he'll get hurt. He's had this happen once, and from that point forward, he was a different person.

Most At Ease When: When in the middle of nowhere sitting in a field, or drifting around in a boat on a lake.

Soft Spot: Humor, but he doesn't really have a big soft spot. He dislikes it when helpless people are getting attacked. Of course, his fear is also a soft spot.

Is This Soft Spot Visible to Others: Nope.

Greatest Strength: Logic and intelligence.

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: Anger and untrustfulness.

Present-

Current Location: (Wherever we decide)

Religion: N/A

Family-

None.

Spouse: Nada

Relationship With Her: Nonexistant

Children: None

Relationship With Them: Also nonexistant

Other Important Family Members: All nonexistant.

Traits-

Introvert or Extrovert?: Introvert

Daredevil or Cautious?: He always thinks about things before he does them, but he has done some pretty mind-boggling things.

Logical or Emotional?: Logical

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat?: Neat

Prefers Working or Relaxing: Since he never really gets to relax, he prefers working on the gardens outside.

Confident or Unsure?: Confident

Backstory: Parents were abusive, got murdered at age 12. He ran away, wandering around till age 14. Then he went to the palace and asked for work, and somehow, he became a servant there. At age 18 he became their grounds supervisor and one of their most trusted servants. No one knows much else.

Edited at November 16, 2024 09:06 AM by Wild West Warmbloods

November 15, 2024 11:54 AM

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Name- Phoebe Nightlingale

Age- 22 Years Old

Sex- Female

Ethnicity- White

Height- 5 Feet And 4 Inches

Weight- 120 Pounds Approximately

Languages Spoken- English

Status- Princess

Married- N/A

Zodiac- Capricorn

Accent- English

Habits(B)- Whenever she is faced with something that envokes stress, anxiety, or worry, she immediately resorts to biting her nails or searching for any type of escape. The severity of her emotions does not matter; any emotion she dislikes she will act like this.

Habits(G)- Instead of simply listening, she adds on her own thoughts or restates what the individual has said

Name origin- Greek

Named after- Greek goddess of Intelligence

Disabilities (Mental): Post-Traumatic-Stress Disorder

Body Build: Lithe, Slender, and Skinny

Eye Color: Blue

Glasses or Contacts: None

Distinguishing Marks: The Nightlingale family tattoo on her neck

Predominant Feature(s): Her soft, gentle gaze is incredibly noticeable and enchanting

Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

Type of Hair: Chest-length hair that is slightly wavy

Hairstyle: Her personal preference is to have her hair down, swiftly tying it into a bun only if necessary

Voice: Soft and soothing, like birdsong

Overall Attractiveness: She is attractive, but some consider her timidness a turn-off

Physical Diabilities: She is loosing her sight in her right eye, which is a fact known only by those closest to her

Usual Fashion of Dressing: She wears dresses the majority of time, seldom wearing riding attire since she indulges in horseback riding

Jewlery or Accessories: She wears a crystal necklace that is a heirloom throughout her family of royals

Personality-

Positive Traits- Cautious, Diligent, Empathetic, Intelligent, Laidback, and Respectful

Negative Traits- Insecure, Hesitant, Skittish, Too Selfless, and Impatient

Mood Character is in Most Often: Cautious and Hesitant

Sense of Humor: Decent, but only those of higher status truly enjoy it

Greatest Joy in Life: Books and nature

Greatest Fear: Abandonment and Failure

Why?: Whenever she is punished, she is cast aside and forced into isolation.

Most At Ease When: Alone in her quarters

Soft Spot: Any form of begging/pleading

Is This Soft Spot Visible to Others: Yes

Greatest Strength: Intelligence

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: Insecurity/Hesitancy

Present-

Current Location: (Wherever we decide)

Religion: N / A

Family-

Father: Nikolai Nightlingale

Mother: Serene Nightlingale

Spouse: N / A

Relationship With Him: N / A

Children: N / A

Relationship With Them: N / A

Other Important Family Members: N / A

Traits-

Introvert or Extrovert?: Introvert

Daredevil or Cautious?: Cautious

Logical or Emotional?: Emotional

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat?: Methodical And Neat

Prefers Working or Relaxing: Relaxing

Confident or Unsure?: Confident

Backstory: She has always been the stereotypical spoiled princess, but that changed during an accident. She despises the idea of being alone in new places along with trying anything remotely new. Phoebe was abruptly given royal responsibilities when she was 18 and has mixed feelings regarding them; she feels as if she is no longer meant for this life.

Edited at November 18, 2024 04:49 PM by Imperial WBs

November 16, 2024 09:41 AM

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It was a beautiful, sunny day out. Rays of light shone directly down and kissed the emerald treetops. A fresh, cool breeze blew, keeping the air smelling nice and like flowers. White, fluffy clouds dotted the sky in every which direction. All in all, it could be called a perfect day.

However, Rhys Danger was a black storm cloud on that sunny day. Standing like a real life hulk in the shadows, he was, at the moment, clipping a tree. The mere sight of him with shears the size of someone's head had already sent two of the other servants skittering away, fearing for their lives. All 6'5 of his glorious scars, tattoos, and muscular toned body was actually in a good mood, for once in a long time. Although people couldn't tell, as to everyone else, he looked like his father had just been killed, he was honest to God enjoying his day.

His lips upturned slightly as the breeze blew the faint scent of roses towards him, and he paused what he was doing, sucking in a deep breath, reveling in the beauty of the day. The one thing that could get Rhys happy was mostly definitely nature. It was the peak of summer, bordering on 92 degrees at the moment, and everyone was hot as hell... he was no exception. He preferred colder weather, and although she enjoyed the sunshine, he felt like he was being roasted alive. His normal outfit would consist of black cargo pants and a black t-shirt, but he might have died in those already. So, to conquor the heat, he had put on faded and slightly ripped blue jeans and a flannel shirt. This was the most casual he had probably ever dressed, considering he usually looked like an assassin on duty. Even now, in the shade, sweat slicked his tan skin, causing the flannel shirt to cling to him like he had just taken a dip in a lake.

Sick of the heat, Rhys finally let out a sigh, put down the shears, and unbuttoned the flannel shirt. There was a tank top underneath, a dirty white color. He hung the flannel up on a tree branch and picked the tool back up, finishing his work on the tree. Technically, he only had a couple more things to do before he could check in and be free. He could only imagine how good the fishing would be this evening. After they hid all day from the heat, when it cooled down, they'd all be swarming out to feed. He was very much looking forward to taking advantage of that.

His dark eyes flit around the gardens before he started on his next, and last, task. Everything seemed normal today, nothing was out of the ordinary, and he was setting it up to be a good day. Something he hadn't fully aquired in a long time. He wipd his forehead with his arm before going back to his work. Now, he had to move out of the shade, and the sun felt like it was searing itself into his back, neck, and arms. He would've preferred a 'chilly' day, but who was he to choose the weather. For all he knew, the princess was controlling it just to make him mad.

Rhys had worked here long enough to watch the princess grow from a gangly teenager to a full grown, capable woman. One that he still disliked. Quite a bit. He never would say he hated anyone, but everything she did made him draw closer to thinking she'd be the first. For some reason, her whole attitude seemed to irritate him... and whatever she did, it seemed aimed, at him, to make him mad. Although he could usually just keep a level head and ignore everything, it got hard when he had to report to her or one of the other royals every time he wanted to leave the castle.

He pushed those thoughts out of his mind entirely, not wanting to single-handedly ruin a perfectly nice day. Another hour or so of work, and he'd be free to go.

November 16, 2024 11:56 AM

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Phoebe Nightlingale viewed herself as someone that was cursed with a repetitive, non-amusing life, enduring the same meticulous schedules and pointless lectures that were the consequence of being Princess Phoebe herself. She would have done absolutely anything to alter her fate, especially when the sole source of entertainment she had was her primary servant, Rhys. Everyone else she aspired to banter or converse with was far too.. eloquent and solemn, refusing to indulge in the smallest of jokes or escapades. Phoebe craved venturing outside of the walls of the Nightlingale Palace, but the underlying fear that haunted her every move forbid her from doing such things alone. There had already been a few times where she had blatantly pleaded with her parents or another noble for any information regarding the world sureounding the palace she was imprisoned within, wanting nothing more than a small taste of reality. She was well-educated regarding statistics and information about local towns and busiensses, but nothing truly compared to seeing them in person.

She was currently venturing throughout the endless, serpentine halls of the palace, occasionally pausing to acknowledge another noble or to briefly scrutinize a passing foreigner; Phoebe was not a fan of the idea of people from faraway lands supposedly visiting the one place she considered her safe haven. She had received word that Rhys had busied himself with one of the many tasks around the bustling castle, deciding that he would be more amusing than a tense, morning chat with her parents. Phoebe despised her parents with an unrelenting passion due to their intense strictness and exceedingly high expectations for her as their heir Every day, she silently prayed that they would realize that she could never be the princess they aspired her to be; she was not confident, combatively skilled, eager to learn more about politics and other subjects, nor was she remotely interested in the idea of birthing more hiers

Wearing a mere nightgown and having her hair still somewhat tangled from another horrid night of twisting and turning in bed, Phoebe entered the palace`s gardens, noting the lack of servants that typically enjoyed nature`s calming effects in the morning. Phoebe figured that, once again, Rhys had managed to scare off everyone; it was not surprising given his looming, muscular appearance. When she rounded one of the hedges and was met with the sight of a sweaty, incredibly focused Rhys, an amused smile shifted onto her weary face. It was apparent that she could not wait to pester the servant once again. For some unbeknownst reason, she found herself seeking him out since he was the only person she found herself somewhat comfortable with; everyone else scared her with their solemnity and air of superiority.

“Rhys,” Phoebe called out his name as she sauntered towards him, crossing her arms across her chest with briefly flicking her gaze across his much larger body. She was blatantly unaware of the effects her mere presence had on him, believing that they were friends of sorts although she did not treat him as such. With her smile brightening further, she sidled up to him and prodded his shoulder, ensuring that she gained his attention even if it was a mere fragment of it. “The weather is not being kind to you, it would seem.”

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Rhys was deep in thought, per usual, as he shoveled out a path to direct water to the roses. He had successfully scared everyone else away from the gardens, so, thankfully, he was alone as he worked. This left him time to muse about the wonders of this magical world. Or, rather, his parents, life, and what he had turned out to be. A strong, tattooed, scarred man with a past that'd haunt anyone who knew it and a curse that refused to let him forget it. This curse, as he called it, was hyperthymesia, a rare mental disorder that allowed him to have a photographic memory of everything, down to the last detail. For example, he could recall November 11th, 2010, which was a cold, dreary day. The temperature was exactly 39 degrees most of the day. He remembered the exact events, what the air smelled like, the people he talked to, everything. Which meant, in return, he could not forget the horrors that haunted his past. Day in and day out, he was plagued with nightmares of wandering alone, starving, of his cabin blowing up, of pain, misery, of finding the castle, being reduced to a mere servant, and of climbing his way up the chain of servants just be deemed the top. Somehow, that made it all worse. The fact that he was the most well respected servant in the castle. Almost humiliating, if you asked him, but what else could he do. He appreciated the hard work, the money that came with it, and the time off it left him to wander the woods. It was honestly a rather freeing job, if you ignored the status, and he was lucky to have it.

Rhys was paying far too much attention to his work at the moment, and his thought. Put the shovel where you want it, shove it down with your boot, shovel it out. His tank top was darkened with sweat and his unkempt black hair was damp, but he didn't care. After all, he had scared away anyone who dare see. Although distracted, he would never ignore what his senses were telling him, and what they told him, mostly his ears, was that a person was approaching. From outside the halls, he heard their light footsteps. He ignored it, continuing his shoveling, but kept note, in case they decided to go into the gardens. The footsteps were too light to be a men's, and something in his stomach told him who it was.

The voice that called out next confirmed his distaste. He didn't lift his head, but did stab the shovel into the earth with slightly more force, internally preparing himself. Although every once in a while he enjoyed a good bantering, today was not one of those days. He wanted to get this done as quickly as possible so he could leave and go fishing. Or hiking. Whatever his heart desired. However, he could not leave if Phoebe was keeping him hostage. He was good at keeping his emotions in check, though, so he didn't show too much of anything. He could be compared to a brick wall, and it'd be rather accurate in more ways than one. As she poked his shoulder, he let out a breath and dumped the last shovel of earth that he'd probably get in a while, propping his arm up on the shovel. "No, it is not, princess." He replied in his gravelly tone, addressing her correctly to begin with, though it would fade as the conversation went on. "Did you need something?" He inquired flatly, his dark eyes boring into hers. His tank top clung to his well toned body, but he really didn't care... he was much more worried about the mental battle ahead.

Edited at November 16, 2024 04:13 PM by Wild West Warmbloods

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``No, I did not,`` Phoebe replied in her soft, melodic voice as she receded a minuscule step back, tilting her chin backwards in order to meet his intense gaze. Although she would have typically been authentic with him, she could tell- for once- that her presence was not wanted in the once silent, tranquil gardens; Phoebe was usually clueless regarding identifying indications of what an individual was thinking based solely on body language. She shifted her gaze onto the small, winding trench he had been working on, quirking an eyebrow as she noted its purpose. ``The roses were always my favorite part of the gardens.``

For the briefest of moments, she graced him with one of her many charismatic smiles before she approached the nearby roses, lowering herself into a crouching position to gently toy with one of the rose`s intricate petals. She would have much preferred wandering around the repetitive halls of the palace to find Rhys than venture outside into the heat, but the assimilation of her favorite flower was more than enough to make it worth the suffering. Phoebe knew how ridiculous it was to stoop over due to her position, but she remained in this position for a while in order to examine the health and vibrancy of the roses that were closest to her.

``You are in a rush, it would seem,`` she commented once she finally straightened herself and returned to his side, ensuring she maintained a respectable distance this time. She eyed the trench he had dug for the roses once more before allowing her gaze to drift towards the tree that seemed to have been clipped a few minutes ago. Phoebe knew that there were boundaries between them due to societal statuses, but that never changed the fact that she was always keen on knowing practically everything that her servants were busying themselves with; it reduced the chances of an assasination attempt within the palace`s walls along with any form of altercation for that matter.

``Is it the woods or the lake this time?`` Phoebe inquired as she allowed herself a moment to examine his build, nearly scoffing at the sight of his tank top clinging tightly to his body. She should have found it reassuring to know that at least one of her servants was capable of defending someone, but the fact that it was Rhys was what truly annoyed her; the servant clearly would never willingly lift a finger to help her or another royal, based on her personal observations. Regardless, she knew how much Rhys sought nature and found peace within it, having seen him basking in the sun for hours along with the occassional plea to be transferred to the gardens for daily tasks. She admired him for his willingness to get tasks done prior to indulging in himself and his interests, especially when she was a procrastinator at heart.

Phoebe`s relationship with Rhys had always been tense and one-sided regarding the aspiration for friendship, but she did not mind. Truly, she would rather have someone merely be willing to listen to her ramblings than someone that outright denies her the chance; Rhys usually let her speak her mind, unless it was one of those days. She waited patiently for his reply as she stood beside him, occasionally twirling a strand of her hair in silent contemplation or absentmindnedness.

Edited at November 16, 2024 05:31 PM by Imperial WBs

November 16, 2024 05:51 PM

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Rhys let out a heavy breath as she confirmed she didn't need anything, which meant she was out here purely for her own entertainment. He was quiet for a couple seconds, observing her expressions, before turning his gaze to the trench as well. He had been working on it for around half an hour now, and since it was small and short, it was all but complete. "They do smell wonderful." He agreed gruffly, his voice quiet for how tall he was. He would never deny that anything having to do with the outdoors was beautiful. To him, it was all much more amazing than any handmade thing. The roses were one of his favorite parts of the garden, as well. He loved how they could be so beautiful and yet have thorns.

He took the time that she was occupied to lean the shovel against a nearby tree and turn the spigot on, filling the trench with water. It soaked into the earth a little before flowing down towards the bed of roses... much easier than hauling 10 or so buckets over. The trench was, of course, short term, but since he always looked for the most efficient way to do things, he had gotten permission to dig it, and here he was. His lips curled upwards the slightest bit as water seeped into the bed of roses. It was a good decision. He turned of the spigot as everything filled up, not wanting to overwater, as that was just as bad. He then took a moment to gather the tools he had used in preperation to return them to their rightful places, raking his fingers through his hair in the process as he quickly observed the gardens to make sure there was nothing else he was missing. He winced at the movement of his arms, noting how the sunburn had started peeling already- and he wasn't even out of the sun. Maybe while he was fishing, he could jump in, sooth the pain a little. The water always stayed relatively cool compared to what he would refer to as blistering heat.

Rhys returned to where he had been working, mostly out of respect for the princess, as leaving mid conversation would be rude. Although he didn't apprciate being kept here, he was smart enough not to show it too much, as losing his job was the last thing he needed at the moment. At her comment, he lifted his eyebrows slightly, his dark gaze glinting the blue it was as he watched her. "I'm in no rush. I just prefer not to dawdle." He replied in his usual deep, slightly rough tone, brushing the dirt off his hands from digging the trench. He didn't really feel the new blistered the digging had caused, due to the fact that his hands were rather calloused from all the work he did, day in and day out.

He contemplated how to reply to her question for a couple moments, his gaze flitting over to the garden gates momentarily. "Both, I'm guessing." He finally replied, true to his 'short and sweet' type of speaking. He may not talk an incredible amount, but when he did talk, it always held meaning, whether it was to answer a question or say a particularily important statement. "Do you have any more tasks I need to complete?" He inquired, his dark gaze scanning the gardens again. As far as he could tell, nothing needed to be done, and he had already completed his checklist, since he had been up since the brink of dawn. However, sometimes the royals had extra little things that they expectedhim to do. Although, usually the less important servants did most of those small things. He took care of overseeing them and doing the bigger, more important jobs.

Rhys was truly looking forward to the shade of the woods and the cold water of the lake at the moment. His sunburn seemed scorched directly into his veins, and sweating obviously wasn't helping him cool down in the slightest. He would much rather be anywhere but out in the direct heat of the sun, but he did not really have a choice in the matter. He went where he was instructed, when he was instructed, without complaint. As a reward for that, he got to go where he wanted most afternoons. There were some that the royals required him to do extra, such as last week, when he didn't have a day off so that he could finish planting the trees that they wanted in the garden. However, most of the time, he finished his daily tasks around 6 pm, went to his quarters inside the castle to eat supper, then disappeared until around 10, where he would return, fall asleep, and resume his schedule the next day. A rather monotone life, but he liked the fact that he got to work, do what he wanted, sleep, be fed meals, and earn money in the process of it all.

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``More tasks?`` Phoebe repeated his words as she arched a brow, narrowing her azure eyes in mock contemplation. She enjoyed pretending to be as cruel and selfless as her parents were, finding the reactions she recieves a mirror of how she typically felt ensuing such treatment; the guilt accompanied by their reactions, however, did exist and sometimes managed to evoke an apology from the depths of her vulnerable heart. Phoebe found herself pondering whether Rhys had ever allowed himself the moment to truly relax, which meant anything involving relaxation whilst simultaneously excluding nature. Did he ever simply lounge in a room for hours upon hours in a comfortable silence? Maybe, instead, he found himself spending hours invested in a classic book.. Such thoughts were the ones that fluctuated throughout her mind as a result of past experiences; Phoebe found it better to think about those she interacts with than to treat them as fleeting moments, as if they did not matter in the sense that their personalities/behavior were not worthy of noting and understanding.

``No, I can not think of any,`` She answered promptly as her gaze fixated on the flowerbed of roses once again, finding herself unable to meet that strange, unwavering stare of his. Based purely on the way he was standing beside her, she could tell that beneath the surface an additional task would have soured his mood further; it would have probably worsened anyone`s mood for that matter. Phoebe folded her arms across her face at the idea of her presence being unwanted by anyone, especially in the context that her interactions with Rhys were always so.. brief and blunt.

``If you have nothing left to do around here, you are allowed to leave the grounds,`` Phoebe eventually decided as she met his gaze once again, giving him a minuscule, forced smile. Her mind was warring for her desire for someone to rant to, but she knew that Rhys would not appreciate being held back from enjoying nature. ``I hope you have a lovely remainder of your day.``

With her part being complete, she gave him a brief nod of farewell before she turned and started heading back towards one of the many palace`s entrances, failing to acknowledge that her thoughts had gradually led to her digging her nails into the skin of her arms. She truly felt out of place amongst the royals and even the servants that worked the grounds, the latter probably a result of her simply being a royal in the first place. Phoebe glanced back for a mere second to see if Rhys had already started to wander off whilst beginning to hum a familiar tune her mother once lulled her to sleep with.

Edited at November 16, 2024 06:31 PM by Imperial WBs

November 16, 2024 06:51 PM