[hider=Agnes Brynja Johannsson]
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=peru][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=peru]Name:[/color][/b] Agnes Brynja Johannsson
[b][color=peru]Aliases:[/color][/b] Bryn, Aggy
[b][color=peru]Age:[/color][/b] 31
[b][color=peru]Birthday:[/color][/b] Who even keeps track anymore?
[b][color=peru]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Icelandic American
[b][color=peru]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Macon, Georgia
[b][color=peru]Location:[/color][/b] Macon, Georgia
[b][color=peru]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=peru]Major/Minor:[/color][/b] Electrical Engineering/Fabrication and Welding
[b][color=peru]Occupation:[/color][/b] Sculptor and Single Mother
[b][color=peru]Languages:[/color][/b] English and Icelandic

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 [hr][h3][b][i][color=peru][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=peru]Height:[/color][/b] 5’5”
[b][color=peru]Weight:[/color][/b] 122lbs
[b][color=peru]Build:[/color][/b] Lean muscles, toned with hourglass figure that is slightly more bony than it would have been pre-outbreak
[b][color=peru]Eyes:[/color][/b] Midnight blue with black and white flecks throughout
[b][color=peru]Hair:[/color][/b] Reddish Brown (Auburn like) hair that sits around chin length in various small plaits and matted mess.
[b][color=peru]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Pale
[b][color=peru]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] No tattoos or piercings. Many scars not visible beneath her clothing. Various cigarette burns on her arms and one on the left side of her neck, lots of self-harm scars up and down her wrists and on her inner thighs, both up and across the skin.

[hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ibx18FK.gif[/img][/center] [hr][h3][b][i][color=peru][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=peru][center]Resourceful * Nonchalant * Fearless * Secretive[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=peru]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Bisexual
[b][color=peru]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] What’s a relationship?
[b][color=peru]Personality:[/color][/b] Bryn is the kind of person that can make trash into treasure. She leaves nothing to be wasted and has an eye for future uses in things that people would generally discard or ignore. She can come off as very uncaring and perhaps callous, but she is never cruel in her intentions. She is simply a very nonchalant type of person since the world turned to shit. You’d think she’d be higher strung than that “Hang in there!” kitten on the posters, but she’s the furthest thing from it.

Due to this shift in attitude and personality, Bryn has no fear. She will do anything and everything that she can to survive. She has had many close calls due to this trait in her nature both before and after the outbreak but it has kept her alive this long so it is clearly a good thing, right? Beyond these facets of herself, Bryn is an incredibly private person which leads to her being secretive wherever possible. She’s not entirely untrusting but she finds it difficult to believe anyone that still has a pulse, with the exception of her select few favourite breathers. She generally prefers the company of the dead for the most part because at least she knows where their nature is leading them.
[b][color=peru]Habits:[/color][/b] 
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[*] Talking to the living dead
[*] Picks up small, smooth stones when she spots them and rubs them
[*] Rubs her earlobes when she’s feeling any strong emotions that she’s uncomfortable/unfamiliar with
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[b][color=peru]Hobbies:[/color][/b] 
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[*] Collects small, smooth stones that look pretty
[*] Climbing – Rocks, walls, hills, mountains, trees etc.
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[b][color=peru]Fears:[/color][/b] 
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[*] Losing a child
[*] Trusting the wrong person
[*] Being buried alive
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[b][color=peru]Likes:[/color][/b] 
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[*] Smooth stones
[*] Glass
[*] Climbing
[*] Surviving
[*] Driving
[*] Building things
[*] Scavenging
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[b][color=peru]Dislikes:[/color][/b] 
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[*] Breaking her creations
[*] People who cause harm to others
[*] Feeling emotions
[*] Being thirsty
[*] Not having electricity
[*] People asking about her past
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[b][color=peru]Pre Outbreak Skills:[/color][/b]
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[*] Sculpting/Building 
[*] Scavenging
[*] Crossbow
[*] Blunt Weapons – Baseball bats and the like
[*] Welding
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[b][color=peru]Post Outbreak Skills:[/color][/b] 
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[*] Foraging
[*] Knives
[*] Pistol
[*] Hunting
[*] Survival Skills
[*] Basic Shield Fighting
[*] Shield Usage
[*] Axe Fighting[/list]
[b][color=peru]Current Supplies:[/color][/b] 
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[*] Current Clothing – Black vest top, black woollen jumper/sweater, black combat trousers, black knee high lace up boots, black leather gloves (missing the fingertips) and a black leather jacket.
[*] [url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/z-nation/images/b/b7/Zwacker.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150408194016]C(ranium)-Whacker[/url]
[*] Crossbow – 5 bolts on it, 5 spare in pack
[*] Beretta M9 – Fully loaded (15 round mags)
[*] Beretta M9 – Fully loaded (15 round mags)
[*] Knife
[*] Set of throwing knives – strapped to her chest
[*] Survival kit – Low on medicines and gauze, has wires and scissors and other essentials left
[*] [url=http://motorbike-warehouse.co.uk/uploads/product/thumbnails/img_XTRS%20NEW-001_25157335.jpg]Motorbike[/url] – Full tank of gas
[*] Backpack – Holds two litre water bottles, spare bolts, 2 tins of spaghetti o’s, 2 spare mags for her pistols, long plastic tubing and a small gas can attached to her pack on the outside by a wide leather strap for syphoning gas.
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[hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/bEUX0jz.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=peru][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=peru]Your First Walker Encounter:[/color][/b] There had been reports of riots, outbreaks, unfair killings by the law. Everything had been going to shit and Bryn wasn’t about to put her son in danger by going outside without cause. They’d been locked up in their small apartment for two weeks and supplies were running low. She’d need to head outside and get some things. She left Bobby with her neighbour and made a dash for the supermarket, hoping that they at least had some baby formula left if nothing else.

She came back from her uneventful trip to the store with the baby formula and some tins she had found remaining on the shelves, only to find that the front door to her apartment building had been kicked in. She made a mad dash up the stairs and realised that she couldn’t hear Bobby crying out, she hoped that it meant that he was safe but her stomach was in knots. Her door had been kicked in along with her neighbours. She dropped her bag and ran inside Helen’s flat. Helen was face down on the floor in a puddle of blood. Bryn felt bad, but she really hoped that it was her own blood. She searched around the house and found Bobby, sound asleep in the bedroom.

A sigh of relief escaped her and she slumped down on the floor, her back against the wall. She gathered her baby boy into her arms and carried him out of the room and grabbed her shopping bag from the floor. That’s when she heard the guttural snarl from behind. She kicked out behind her by reflex and felt it colliding with a body. She darted forward towards her own flat and closed the busted up door over. She placed Bobby carefully on the sofa and ran to move something in front of the door. It was too late though, the deceased Helen was alive and walking again. Bryn yelled at her, begged her to answer to gather back to her senses but the rumours that she’d heard had been true. The dead were really rising.

Grabbing a lamp from the table beside her, Bryn caved that poor old lady’s head in to try and stop her from coming towards her and her baby. She’d read enough books, watched enough horror movies and played enough games in her time to know that if you take out the head, everything else will follow.

[b][color=peru]History Before Outbreak:[/color][/b] Bryn was born in Macon, Georgia and never much left the area in which she was raised. She spent her time hunting with her dad and rough housing with her brother as well as playing baseball together with their friends. Her mother had died when she was twelve which sent her into a spiral of depression. Coupling this with going through puberty and being considered “one of the boys” in middle and high school made life particularly difficult for her as a teenager. She dealt with a lot going through school and lost herself in playing baseball but it wasn’t enough. She eventually started to self-harm.

She had decent enough grades in school despite everything, she went off to college to learn electrical engineering but, over the few years she spent there, she realised that it wasn’t what she wanted to do with her life as a career. She stuck it out though, pulling through in the top half of her class and being the first in her family to graduate from college instead of going straight into a trade job but it wasn’t what she wanted.

She wanted to do something smart, hands on and with a creative flair and she decided to become a sculptor. Bad career move really, as it wouldn’t pay the bills but she was okay with working minimum wage jobs in order to get to where she wanted to be in life. Then she met Trent, and her whole ideas went up in smoke. She and Trent had a volatile relationship that resulted in the best thing in her life; Bobby.

She became a single mother at 26 but before that she’d had a good couple years between graduating college to find what she wanted to do creatively and she discovered a love for welding metals together to create unique items and structures even if they were never intended for use. Growing up, she had been a huge horror and fantasy fan and created items that she liked to think were very apocalyptic in their very nature.

One of her favourite pieces was an aluminium baseball bat that she had welded spikes onto the end, it was very violent looking but was always kept within a glass case for safety reasons, obviously. She even made functioning items that were motors and light boards within her artwork, taking her electrical engineering degree to some use in her new career. She didn’t make a fortune but she made enough that she could take care of herself and her son once his deadbeat dad ran off with the next floozy that came along.

Her father died just months after she had Bobby and her brother had gotten himself locked up on drug charges since he liked the green a little too much. She had a lot on her shoulders and then six months later, the world went to shit…
[b][color=peru]History Since Outbreak:[/color][/b] A lot of Bryn’s history since the outbreak is a blurry haze to even her. She remembers running from her apartment with Bobby in tow and then making it to her gallery where… everything became black. She remembers losing Bobby in that darkness but not what happened to him exactly. She just knows that she can never go through that pain ever again. She remembers a lot of glass, a lot of blood and a lot of noise. Beyond that, there isn’t much left in her head about it.

After the gallery, Bryn made a point of gathering everything and anything that she could think of to travel. She didn’t have any family left in the state and she didn’t keep in much contact with anyone out of state. After she’d gotten pregnant, most of her friends had distanced from her. They were too young to want to hang with a mother with a baby so she was on her own. She made her way into the woods and ran into an old man and his cabin. She spent six months with him, where he taught her how to survive and hunt on the land without a crossbow which was her hunting weapon of choice when she’d done it with her dad.

The old geezer even taught her how to handle knives, not just using them but also throwing them. The old guy was insane but he knew his shit. He’d been one of those crazy survivalist types but Bryn was super glad that she had met him because this all might mean that she’d live longer in the world. It wasn’t to last though, another group of survivors came through the area when Bryn was out hunting and when she came back the house was up in flames.

Knowing that it was going to attract Snarlers, Bryn took off with the stuff that she had on her back and went to collect her “grab bag” from the hollowed out tree two miles East from the cabin. After the cabin, Bryn was on her own for the remaining two and a half years. She had run ins with various groups and almost joined a few but always found that they were all liars and quickly separated herself from them in whatever way she felt was necessary at the time.

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[b][color=peru]Character Quote:[/color][/b] *silently judges you*
[b][color=peru]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [url=https://youtu.be/x09PhOmAkgw?list=PL142E8F190A508C57]This.[/url]
[b][color=peru]How Many Walkers Have You Killed:[/color][/b] What does it matter?
[b][color=peru]How Many People Have You Killed:[/color][/b] Who wants to know?
[b][color=peru]Why:[/color][/b] You tell me!
[b][color=peru]Anything Else:[/color][/b] I’ve PM’d the GM [i]also[/i] all of my posts in the RP so far.

[sub][color=ed1c24]*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.[/color][/sub][/hider][hr][hr][hider=Relationships - Part I][center][h1][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/h1]
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[color=peru]{[/color][i]"..."[/i][color=peru]}[/color]
[color=d3d3d3]⚜[/color] Respects ~*~ [color=d3d3d3]☯[/color] Neutral ~*~ [color=8dc73f]☮[/color] Friends ~*~ [color=8dc73f]♫[/color] Best Friends ~*~ [color=f49ac2]♥[/color] Crush ~*~ [color=f49ac2]⚤[/color] Significant Other ~*~ [color=ed1c24]§[/color] Tense ~*~ [color=ed1c24]☠[/color] Enemies[/center] 
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[color=d3d3d3]⚜[/color]|[color=f49ac2]♥[/color] [color=steelblue][b]Ashton Holloway[/b][/color] [color=f49ac2]♥[/color]|[color=d3d3d3]⚜[/color]
[i]"Aðlaðandi og sterkur."[/i]

...
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[color=8dc73f]☮[/color] [color=firebrick][b]James Grady[/b][/color] [color=8dc73f]☮[/color]
[i]"Ég hata hann. Hann gerir mig brosa."[/i]

...
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[color=d3d3d3]☯[/color] [color=cyan][b]Kristina Smith[/b][/color] [color=d3d3d3]☯[/color]
[i]"Svartþröstur þarf að finna henni vængi."[/i]

...
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[color=8dc73f]☮[/color]|[s][color=8dc73f]♫[/color][/s] [color=tomato][b]Richard Johnson[/b][/color] [s][color=8dc73f]♫[/color][/s]|[color=8dc73f]☮[/color]
[i]"Hafðu það í buxur manninn þinn!"[/i]

...
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[color=8dc73f]♫[/color] [color=f6989d][b]Zoie Crawford[/b][/color] [color=8dc73f]♫[/color]
[i]"Systir mín frá öðru meistara."[/i]

...
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[color=d3d3d3]⚜[/color] [color=khaki][b]Victor Bonheur[/b][/color] [color=d3d3d3]⚜[/color]
[i]"Hann er góður en vafasamt maður."[/i]

...
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[color=d3d3d3]☯[/color] [color=6ecff6][b]Sophia Harris[/b][/color] [color=d3d3d3]☯[/color]
[i]"Einn hönd undur."[/i]

...
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Symbol [color=a187be][b]Tatiana Korvo[/b][/color] Symbol
[i]"Thoughts on person"[/i]
Relation Details
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[color=8dc73f]☮[/color]|[color=f49ac2]♥[/color] [color=orangered][b]Bridgette Vinters[/b][/color] [color=f49ac2]♥[/color]|[color=8dc73f]☮[/color]
[i]"Hún er aðlaðandi. Við ættum "ríða" saman."[/i]

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[color=8dc73f]☮[/color] [color=82ca9d][b]Astrid Hansen[/b][/color] [color=8dc73f]☮[/color]
[i]"Mér líkar henni."[/i]

...
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[color=d3d3d3]☯[/color] [color=fff200][b]Niesha Burkstien[/b][/color] [color=d3d3d3]☯[/color]
[i]"Hún talar of mikið."[/i]

...
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Symbol [color=00ff00][b]Jack Hudson[/b][/color] Symbol
[i]"Thoughts on person"[/i]
Relation Details
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Symbol [color=fff79a][b]Ryan O'Reily[/b][/color] Symbol
[i]"Thoughts on person"[/i]
Relation Details
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[hider=Relationships - Part II][center][h1][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/h1]
[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/cb/70/8bcb70aed0b8740c0631d897155b4874.gif[/img]
[color=peru]{[/color][i]"..."[/i][color=peru]}[/color]
║ [color=yellow]☯[/color] Neutral ║ [color=orange]✿[/color] Friend ║ [color=cyan]❅[/color] BFF ║ [color=pink]♡[/color] Infatuation ║ [color=red]❤[/color] Love ║
║ [color=ed145b]❦[/color] Considered Family ║ [color=limegreen]☣[/color] Tense ║ [color=red]☢[/color] Dislikes ║ [color=gray]☠[/color] Enemy ║
║ [color=d3d3d3]⚜[/color] Respects ║ [color=lightgreen]⚤[/color] Significant Other ║ [color=purple]§[/color] It's Complicated ║
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[color=orange]✿[/color] [color=4682B4][b]Captain Ashton Holloway[/b][/color] [color=orange]✿[/color]
[i]"Enn sterk. Ég treysti honum."[/i]
You are a good man and a good leader. I am glad that I can call you friend. Thank you for granting me my Valkyries possessions. I will forever appreciate that.
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[color=cyan]❅[/color] [color=B22222][b]James Grady[/b][/color] [color=cyan]❅[/color]
[i]"Skemmtilegur. Nú hættu að gera mér hlæja á almannafæri!"[/i]
Don't let people know I have a personality, they might think I'm... [i]approachable[/i]. *shudders*
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=cyan][b]Kristina Smith[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"Svartþröstur þarf samt að finna vængi."[/i]
We don't really interact much. Froggy likes her though, so that's something I can respect.
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[color=purple]§[/color] [color=tomato][b]Richard Johnson[/b][/color] [color=purple]§[/color]
[i]"Hvers vegna viltu að meiða mig?"[/i]
Keep your distance.
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[color=orange]✿[/color] [color=khaki][b]Dr. Victor Bonheur[/b][/color] [color=orange]✿[/color]
[i]"Takk fyrir að hlusta."[/i]
You are a good man, a good friend and a good leader. Never change.
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=a187be][b]Tatiana Korvo[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"Hún færist eins og vindurinn."[/i]
I enjoy Tatiana's performances but I've only seen one or two in my essential visits to the infirmary when I've injured myself on the job. We aren't close but I can appreciate Tatiana's unique beauty.
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=fff200][b]Niesha Burkstien[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"Hún er í lagi."[/i]
She is okay. She helps Froggy so that is good enough for me.
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=lightblue][b]Raymond Mendoza[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"Það hlýtur að hafa sært."[/i]
I feel bad for Ray, having lost his leg, but I can admire the strength he shows by continuing forward anyway.
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=#00ff00][b]Jack Hudson[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"Hvers vegna ertu að brosandi á mig? Konan þín er þarna."[/i]
I genuinely doesn't understand why he's so nice and smiley to me all the time. I mostly just grunt or nod at him. Like, is he trying to flirt with me? I thought he was married to the dancer?
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[color=limegreen]☣[/color] [color=fff79a][b]Ryan O'Reily[/b][/color] [color=limegreen]☣[/color]
[i]"Ég get ekki fengið mig til einu sinni reyna."[/i]
Nope. Can't and won't.
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=D9E0F9][b]Tiffany Lyle[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"Kannski einn daginn vinur?"[/i]
I actually like Tiffany's company but we've not interacted too much on a personal level, mostly due to my quiet nature. Perhaps with more time that will change.
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=8dc73f][b]Amelia Payne[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"...allt í lagi?"[/i]
...
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[color=ff8c00][b]Schrödinger[/b][/color]
[i]"Það er köttur."[/i]
Why isn't this dead yet?
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=f08080][b]Meghna Kumar[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"Vinsamlegast tala minna..."[/i]
This girl can really learn to talk a little less, enjoy the peace and quiet while you can, it's only a matter of time until the snarls of the dead will fill the air again.
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[color=ed145b]❦[/color] [color=DodgerBlue][b]Ciel Jaquith[/b][/color] [color=ed145b]❦[/color]
[i]"annar sonur minn."[/i]
I never expected to feel this again. Thank you for helping me to open my heart.
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[color=orange]✿[/color] [color=f7976a][b]Sana Rouen[/b][/color] [color=orange]✿[/color]
[i]"Franska valkyrja. Breytast ekki."[/i]
She was what I needed, exactly when I needed it. We get each other. Please, bitch to your hearts content. She's too good for Dick, just like Zoie was. Now if only I can convince her of that...
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=23D5B7][b]Beatrice Decker[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"Hún aðlaðandi. Of mikil vinna þó."[/i]
I had considered approaching Bea once, whether to talk or for more I didn't know, but that didn't happen. I can't quite remember why, just that it didn't go forward. Oh well...
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=B0C4DE][b]Riley Ridgeway[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"Er hún daðra við mig?"[/i]
We get along well enough and I don't always want to instantly leave when Riley is around. But I'd like to know if she's actually flirting or if that's just who she is. It's not something I'm used to.
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[color=yellow]☯[/color] [color=ff6600][b]Chloe Ridgeway[/b][/color] [color=yellow]☯[/color]
[i]"Ég treysti henni ekki."[/i]
There isn't much to say here. I don't like how Chloe acts or reacts to things and it has sewn a doubt of the woman into my mind and it will take a fair bit of work to convince me to trust her.
[hr][/center][hider=Translations for Thoughts][list][*][i]"Enn aðlaðandi. Enn sterk. Ég treysti honum."[/i] = Still attractive. Still strong. I trust him.
[*][i]"Skemmtilegur. Nú hættu að gera mér hlæja á almannafæri!"[/i] = Funny. Now stop making me laugh in public!
[*][i]"Svartþröstur þarf samt að finna vængi."[/i] = Blackbird still needs to find her wings.
[*][i]"Hvers vegna viltu að meiða mig?"[/i] = Why do you want to hurt me?
[*][i]"Takk fyrir að hlusta."[/i] = Thanks for listening.
[*][i]"Hún færist eins og vindurinn."[/i] = She moves like the wind.
[*][i]"Hún er í lagi."[/i] = She is okay/fine.
[*][i]"Það hlýtur að hafa sært."[/i] = It must have hurt.
[*][i]"Hvers vegna ertu að brosandi á mig? Konan þín er þarna."[/i] = Why are you smiling at me? Your wife is there.
[*][i]"Ég get ekki fengið mig til einu sinni reyna."[/i] = I cannot bring myself to even try.
[*][i]"Kannski einn daginn vinur?"[/i] = Perhaps one day a friend?
[*][i]"...allt í lagi?"[/i] = ...okay?
[*][i]"Það er köttur."[/i] = It is a cat.
[*][i]"Vinsamlegast tala minna..."[/i] = Please talk less...
[*][i]"annar sonur minn."[/i] = My second son.
[*][i]"Franska valkyrja. Breytast ekki."[/i] = The French valkyrie. Do not change.
[*][i]"Hún aðlaðandi. Of mikil vinna þó."[/i] = She's appealing. Too much work though.
[*][i]"Er hún daðra við mig?"[/i] = Is she flirting with me?
[*][i]"Er hún daðra við mig?"[/i] = I don't trust her.[/list][/hider][/hider]