NAME: Arik Andees
FACTION: Galactic Republic (former) Unaffiliated (Current)
RANK: Corsec Lieutenant (former) Private Security (Current)
SPECIES: Human (Corellian)
AGE: 31 GSY
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 83.9 kg (185 lbs.)
WEIGHT: 1.8m (5'11")
EYES: Golden Brown
HAIR: Dirty Blond
SKIN: Somewhat Pale
LANGUAGES: Basic, High Galactic, Hapes
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

SHIP: The Needle Nose - Rendili Starfighter

EQUIPMENT:STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
  • + Stays Focused - Arik doesn't rattle easily, he has an extremely sharp and focused mind, capable of staying level-headed in even the most heated situations.
  • + Medical Background - From service with some notable Medical frigates, he has picked up a knack for human and alien philology and anatomy; but he's no doctor.
  • + High Combat Proficiency - Once ranked at the top of his class, Arik possess not only trained responses to various threats, but an innate ingenuity to come out ahead when things are looking bleak
  • +/- Static Temperament - While he does display the normal scope of emotions, he does possess the ability to stay unnervingly calm and rational even when things are heated. It often causes him to seem aloof or uninterested when that is rarely the case.
  • +/- Voices - There are hints of a slight mental disorder, which while he will occasionally have thoughts uncommon to his personality, it also affords him a sort of scrambled prevention against telepathic communication, almost akin to white noise.
  • - Stimcaf Addict - The boon to a weary world, stimcaf is Arik's best friend and also worst enemy. His nerves are at a constant state of flux, and while it doesn't seem to mess with his mind - can either be completely lethargic, or entirely energetic or anywhere in between.
  • - Insomnia - This self-induced state of sleeplessness is something he doesn't quite talk about. Though because of this trait (of which he combats with stimcaf) there are periods where he will pass out from sheer exhaustion.
  • - Blackouts - For just a few minutes or spanning several days - depending on the circumstances, Arik has a history of waking up in odd situations, with little memory of what happened. He's been scanned for neurological symptoms, but it seems to elude even the medical profession. He's been prescribed drugs for these.
  • - Guilt - The situations leading to his demotion from his Corsec office haunt him from time to time. Most notably because even though he was convicted, and found guilty, he also doesn't remember committing any of these infractions that got him kicked out of the force.

APPEARANCE: Arik has let himself go from his official position within Corsec. The clean shaven and neatly combed visage has been replaced by a more grittier image. The near constant presence of stubble about his jaw, chin, and upper lip suggest a lack of trying to be perfectly presentable. His hair is far more renegade than he ever let it get, but still keeps it cropped short. He's in fairly good shape, muscular in all the right places, and of a solid constitution. He carries the gait and stance of a man who can certainly handle himself, and has had to in the past. There are also some fleshy reminders of scuffles and scrapes that are apparent if he's ever disrobed.

PERSONALITY: Most of the adjectives associated with Arik's personality would be in favor of a man that has a serious note to his chosen profession - even if it wasn't his first, second, or thirty-fifth choice. He's dutiful, respected, and he is a man of his word for all intents and purposes. One glance at his official service record, and the honorable mentions leap from the page. The man though has his secrets, and it's very evident that he isn't the sharing type. Tight lipped about most social conventions, and very much of a to-the-point man with very little wiggle room. He keeps people at an arm's length from penetrating his personal bubble, and yet he's a wonderful co-worker who is invested to the point of having an excellent and detailed memory for things that matter to the job. His leadership mode is also a boon to his resume, and it has kept men under his employ and watchful gaze alive more times than they could probably recollect. Still, after all this, one thing is crystal clear; whatever Arik was, he no longer is. He is after all -- damaged goods.


BIOGRAPHY:

Official Corsec records of former Lieutenant Arik Andees only begin about ten years prior to his discharge. The absence of any juvenile or pre-teen tidbits point to possible sealed records that are no longer for public or even private viewing. Recruited into the Corsec military from one of the many pre-registration camps around Corellia, giving a wide range of applicants their shot at the life of a Corellian Security Officer. It is possible that he was born on the planet, but parentage was never determined. At the time, the Galactic Republic held sway over the core world, and the Corsec program was well integrated into the system - giving Arik a faction to fight for, and fight he did. Not only in their extensive training regiment, but also in the field when assignments would arise. Quickly noticed from the other cadets as someone they could put onto the fast track to leadership.​

The next few years in prepping Andees to instruct and lead came in the form of one of the fleet's Medical Frigates. As a young man on the cusp of adulthood, he found the facilities aboard the frigate (and the chance to serve in a support function) somewhat frustrating. He far and above preferred to be where the action was, though his goals were aligned with the senior officers who were grooming him for leadership. If he was going to lead, he needed to know how policy worked away from the field of actual combat. One of his many instruction led observational shadow programs paired him with a doctor whose aspirations were to become a surgeon in the given field. Their relationship wasn't exactly an explosion of chemistry or even in the range of tolerable. They were opposites, and neither found the other inherently at their speed. Medical jargon sailed over Arik's head most of the time - while his more militant approach to things scared and angered the poor pacifistic Sorrusian. Apparently the saying that opposites attract was true in this case, and put in continued tight proximity to each other wore on the pair, until it was evident (even to the chagrin of the senior officers) that the two had come to table their differences and work in concord - as well as date each other.​

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It wasn't long until both Arik and Dalanue were married, while continuing in service to Corsec. She had advanced to a promising surgeon position that would keep her land based, and his own military career began to flourish. In short order, Arik was promoted to the highest ranking office he would ever achieve in the program; Lieutenant. Instead of being on the front lines, or doing rescue missions in the Medical Frigate, he was stationed on Corellia proper, and was coming into a good life. He was a well respected leader, and a loving husband. For a few years, this life seemed to be well suited to his ideals and principals. Within those years he had fostered relationships with many worlds, and done some real good in a Galaxy that was always just a hairs breadth away from being a powder-keg. Training cadets and other officers under him while doing work he could be proud of while his wife worked towards that prestigious and highly selective surgical position within in the medical community.​

Like most stories though - when things are the best, when the winds are still and a peaceable calm rests heavy, a storm is most assuredly coming. And what a storm it was. To the recollection of the Corsec council, there were two notable things that caused this cataclystic wave of crap that came crashing down on Andees' life. The first of which were the blackouts. They started about two years before he was discharged, and they were of great concern - especially for his wife. While Arik complied with every test that the Corsec medical community could throw at him, the results were, at best, inconclusive. This was a diagnosis that did not sit with Dalanue well at all. Her neurosurgeon training was screaming at her daily that something was able to be found. After all, she'd conclusively proven that almost all manner of brain disorders could somehow be uncovered if one was determined enough to find the source. The fact that these battery of tests didn't resolve the couples confusion of these events was always on the woman's mind. The second was a far more drastic discovery that came to light when Arik woke up from one of his blackouts three days after having been pronounced missing, and a city wide man-hunt had come up with nothing. He of course remembered nothing.​

The resulting investigation on where he was found, and what he had been doing revealed some grizzly details that shocked a good majority of Corsec; not to mention how heavily it hit Arik and his wife. The court cases were long and sordid, taking over two months to suss out all of the details they could come up with, while Arik was on indefinite suspension and forced to stay away from the case. Near the tale end of the case, in which he'd been implicated in a string of violent crimes (including, but not limited to murder in the first degree) a sentence hearing was called, and Arik was put into solitary confinement during the deliberation. There was another very unfortunate derailing of the proceedings when Corsec authorities watching the Andees' estate found Dalanue brutally murdered in cold blood. The most puzzling thing was that the medical examiner had somehow linked the murder to the acts alleged of Arik while he was missing for three days time. The solitary confinement cell however still contained Arik, and thus the case had to be re-evaluated as he couldn't possibly have commuted this crime. Officially they ruled it a copy-cat murder - however with no real proof of the crimes committed, and only speculation at best with sketchy photos and holo-vid reports, Arik was only discharged (dishonorably) from the Corsec military and was exiled from Corellia - never allowed to return.​

Since Arik left Corsec, and his life on Corellia he's drifted on the fringes of the system - finally settling a year later into a steady rhythm of small private military contracts doing local security. While he's completely out of the Corsec official channels, he harbors a lot of resentment from that horrific storm of events, and continues to seek answers as to what happened to his wife, and how he might be linked to such atrocities that were mentioned. The events mentioned here have been kept classified for only the highest of clearance to save face for both Corsec and Arik's legacy.​





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NAME: Vega Ardellian
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SPECIES: Hybrid of Sephi / Keshian

AGE: Thirty-four

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 1.87m

WEIGHT: 77kg

EYES: Visible left eye is brown, but the other is patched.

HAIR: Dark brown hair, about neck length.

SKIN: Tan





The lean and tall figure of Vega Ardellian boasts a lithe and nimble physical specimen based on speed and agility. His messy brown mane sways with the wind and every movement of his head, with a good majority of it overshadowing the dark patch that covers his right eye. Further inspection indicates a nasty scar that has blemished his skin, crossing the bridge of his nose to his left cheek. Beyond that is the one-eyed stare of a burnt brown hue that is left to pierce the darkness. Due to upbringing in a noble house, the majority of the time Vega is seen in formal attire that has been augmented to denote both his perceived status, and his occupation. Gloved hands, a regal cape, and the finest of fabrics adorn his frame. He rarely goes anywhere without his weapons resting on his hips - which embellish the known swagger with which he strides.


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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
  • + Good Genes - The cross between the Sephi and Keshian heritage gives Vega a long natural life-span, into the centuries. Paired with this, his eyesight naturally bleeds into the realm of the ultraviolet and infrared spectrum making him uniquely suited for space travel.
  • + Royal Training - Vega grew up in the royal courts of Shu-Torun and was educated in the finest academics in his early years, he also understands customs, manners, and the political landscape allowing him to consort with dignitaries at the drop of a hat.
  • + Swordsmanship - Specifically fencing; Vega was an avid student of the artform both at the royal academy and throughout his travels. His blade of choice now is the Blastsword rapier.
  • + Ore-Duke - Nothing ever happened to his title, or the birthright he holds. While it's more of a formality now a days, it still gives him a sense of credibility, as well as the training he underwent knowing the ins and outs of mining ore on a volcanic planet.
  • +/- Loot and Plunder - Having served as a hand on deck with a group of raucous pirates has taught Vega more than few immoral life lessons, and while he learned the trade of the pirate - he also took with it a contempt for the law when it stood in the way of his goals.
  • +/- Team Leader, not Team Player - Vega's mentors have instilled in him a sense of leadership, as did his royal training. With those that have betrayed him, and those he has lost - he doesn't work great as an equal. Instead he commands respect as a leader and a captain.
  • +/- Good Form - There's a code of ethics and honor that has stuck with the royal pirate, and he prefers to play by those rules. He's not sentimental about them, but they define his character. He's rather keep them intact than compromise, even if it's in his best interest to abandon them for a payoff.
  • - Eye for an Eye - Vega carries a scar across his face leading to the patch that covers a dead eye. He has had the chance numerous times to get a bionic implant, but he keeps it as a badge of honor. It messes somewhat with his depth perception, and gives him a blind-spot on his left side.
  • - Trust Issues - Vega keeps his cards close to his chest, and rarely lets people in further than he needs to. Betrayal is something he guards himself against at all costs, and that makes him more than a little suspicious of anyone he encounters.
  • - One Man War - Ever since the upset that had cost him his dream, his friends, and his left eye; Vega has been on a quest for vengeance. Although it's taken longer than he likes, he's dead-set on accomplishing his goal and getting revenge on the traitor that took everything from him.

PERSONALITY:
One part nobility, one part pirate. Vega Ardellian is an aristocratic outlaw that truly believes his cause is just. The chip on his shoulder is reflected by the scar that decorates his face; as a constant reminder that he cannot let his dream die. Too many people lost their lives as a byproduct of his poor judgment and zeal; and he will not repay that debt with apathy. While he has come to terms with playing the long game, he is always on the lookout to topple the regime and the man that had caused his fall from grace. Often as a Captain he is tight lipped about his reasons for his actions, but instead he demands loyalty for those that choose the role of his crew. While he's not prone into voicing evidence that he cares, it is his actions that speak differently. Unafraid to step into danger, and often will put himself in the fray if it means leading by example. He harbors a code of honor and ethics that is rarely found in the pirate community, but he had learned to adapt as he needs to. Calm in the face of danger, yet offering something of a brooding melancholy when he's alone or troubled in thought.

Vega in unequivocal though in his stance, and his mindset. He has no issue with killing, and will not hesitate to end an conflict. Philosophical only to a small point, before action takes over. He understands that his actions have made him a wanted man, and that he has made enemies along the way. The perception people have of him, being a scourge is not anathema to his character. It doesn't matter to him, and he doesn't try to put up a pretense. He answers to no one about his actions, and meets the consequences of that lifestyle head on.

FORCE SENSITIVE: No




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The explosion of the mining equipment echoed across the bridge as flames tore across the hull, ripping the frigate to pieces. Four years of building this new trade route was being extinguished in seconds – but the worst of it was the crew that perished in the systematic dismantling of the operation. Vega watched in horror as his fledgling enterprise went up in smoke; and the lives of his crew were being snuffed out. The plan had always had risk, but it wasn't the gravity well – or the perilous voyage to the nearest system that had reigned down havoc. It was his business partner – the one man he trusted when others had instructed not to. That double crossing snake that had arranged a secret rendezvous with his own allied organization that bore down on the craft with heavy repeating fire to wipe them out. His co-captain stood on the bridge behind him smirking, taunting him with the knowledge that he'd been played and hung out to dry. Vega was blindsided and enraged at the betrayal, and in a moment of stupidity, he drew on the man already holding his own blaster. The shot rang out faster than he could squeeze the trigger and the last thing he saw before he hit the ground was the searing heat from the blaster bolt that tore across his face and left him partially blind. ​

From an early age, all he had never known was heat and fire. The searing molten mass that eclipsed his home planet, bringing both a caustic and inhospitable environment – but at the same time the main proponent of the planet's own export and trade business. He saw it everyday from the curved dome of the citadel windows, and with every trek from the mining colony to the royal palace. The heat was inescapable, which meant that cooling the residential areas was always of the top priority. Some of his earliest memories were the unseen colors that swept his Keshian vision showing the spots of intense heat and the lower temperature areas that were enveloped by a cooler hue. While he wasn't being trained to do the mining trade himself – he was being instructed on how it operated.

The royal academy of Shu-Torun was decreed to be the honing ground for the young minds that were spawned by the noble houses. Each child given the very best education that credits could afford, and no expense was spared to educate and instruct them, so that they could adapt into their place in the society they were being groomed to takeover. It had been this way for centuries, even after the rebuilding efforts that had taken place nearly a millenia ago. Vega had been a happy and healthy child within the safety and sanctity of the royal care. Amicable and well-liked, he took his studies in a mostly serious tone while having a good time with his friends. Specifically though Vega preferred the hands on subjects like fencing over any of his other classes. For the most part he remained blithely unaware of the dangers that the Galaxy held, despite the numerous reminders of the Sho-Torun war.

There was no other topic so ingrained and indoctrinated into the children than what had happened centuries ago. The royal council kept insisting that the history of their planet and how it had nearly crumbled into non-existence was of the utmost importance. Every child knew the story by heart, and most of them – including Vega; were sick of hearing it by the time they were eight years old. Nothing more than ghost stories to scare children, and by the time he was a teenager all he really understood is that it continued to give bragging rights to his ancestors the ore-dukes for their part in trying to drive the invaders out of their kingdom. The contention between their ancestors and the royal monarchy had been buried centuries ago – and now it was just fodder for tavern talk. For Vega, he was focused on the operation and overseeing role that he would one day come to inherit. Born into the royal bloodline, he would claim the title of an Ore-Duke soon, and it would be his legacy that would be talking about if he had anything to say about it.

By the time he had gotten into his early twenties – the house Ardellian had now recognized the youth as the fledgling but capable ore-duke. While his family was still alive, they sought to split up the responsibility and tasks of their house and to teach the younger generation instead of waiting for others to simply pass on. While it had been a birthright, it was also a title earned – and Vega was raring to see new innovation in this millenia old position. He didn't simply want to see them stagnate, but to thrive. Their exports of rare ore and minerals was something the galaxy sorely needed, and it would only improve relations with other traders and worlds beyond their own little slice of the black. His interest in expansion brought him into talks with many local suppliers until he had found one willing to take a chance on him. Despite the house's suspicion that he was getting in over his head, they saw no danger in letting him start small and get his bearings.

This intrepid explorer that had taken Vega under his wing had started to show him the ropes in space flight. Teaching the young man everything he knew about how to pilot a ship; be it a small fighter or a larger vessel. The art of sailing through the cosmos was a skill that Vega took to quickly – highly appreciative of his mentor and business partner for inspiring his interest in creating a brand new trade route. The risk associated with this venture were numerous, as it demanded plotting out the coordinates of each leg of the journey for themselves and facing whatever pitfalls they might encounter head on. Vega was confident though with a team of friends he'd known since the royal academy – a team of good intentioned people with a litany of skills and talents that were more of a family to Vega than his own house.

While traveling through a new cloud nebula, a fleet of warships broke out of hyperspace to surround the frigate, laying down heavy fire on the rather unprotected frigate. The royal armada had only dispatched a couple of fighters to escort the mining vessel, but they were cut down within seconds. Vega couldn't believe his eyes, staring into the scene before him on the command bridge as explosions rocked the ship. In moments his dreams were dashed, and the frigate was boarded with soldiers blasting the crew and taking the ship for themselves. The only one left besides himself was his friend, his mentor – and the traitor that had sold him out. That was the day trust was erased from his vocabulary, as the sneering smile of that turncoat was caught before he hit the deck from that blaster bolt to his head.

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A klaxon of alarms blared rousing the young man from his recent injury after the new captain had cleared the deck and was moving to transfer the payload to the warships that he'd conspired with. Pain, anger, and regret all lanced through his body as he drug himself to the control panels and sealed off the bridge. A distress call was sent to his home planet before he started to man the controls by himself. Blood coated his face and with only one working eye his vision was hazy at best. The integrity of the ship itself was dwindling and he had only a few minutes left before the boarding party would be able to raid the bridge and take him out, or hostage. He wasn't interested in either. Instead he authored a dangerous new course for the frigate before readying the one remaining escape pod from the bridge – being somewhat damaged and requiring a manual release.

Seconds ticked by as the frigate lurched into a new course obeying the nav computer's coordinates, and Vega jettisoned from the ship before it made a critical jump to lightspeed, and launched itself at one of the war ships closest to the armada. The compromised integrity of the hull ripped most of itself to pieces, but a large chunk managed to breach into the hyper lanes and slice clean through the war ship decimating it in the process in a single flash of radiant light. That flash of light and the blast launched the escape pod off course, as the adrenaline died in Vega's body and he passed out once again – exhausted.

That day was the start of the one man war the Vega Ardellian would wage on the traitor and his employ that had taken everything from him. His escape pod intersected with a ship that was passing through and was pulled in as potential cargo until they found the young man within. Unfortunately he'd fallen in line with the kind of scum that he would have looked down his nose at when in the royal house on Shu-Torun. Now he had nothing but a name, and at least that much he kept to himself to ensure the pirates he fell in with didn't hold him for ransom. Vega however found favor with the captain, and started to understand the life of these malcontents; learning their ways and proving himself useful. Eventually he came to know the coalition of pirates and adopt their ways – but he knew what his goal eventually would have to be. He would take this training he'd received and his vengeful heart, and strike out to finish the job and rid the galaxy of that traitor that had dashed his life to pieces. Eventually Vega struck out on his own after cobbling together a cruiser that would be his first primary vessel. The plan was simple, get a ship, get a crew, and get revenge.

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[I]Ni Narir
Mies Cayatr ashi narir va Akaanir
Ni Akaanir
Mies Ku'nr ashi malyasa'yr va Lirsa
Ni Lirsa
Ginatagr ashi narir va Tengaanar
Ni Tengaanar

Ni ganar Galya,
Ni ganar Echoylir,
Ni ganar Ninayr bal Ni ganar Tethida
Haa'taylir Kyr'am bal Aalar bic b Haal
Bic garay va gev ni,
Par Ni cuyir Katlase,
Ni cuyir a Verd Par Ni Cuyir
Cuyir bal hwa Oyar'u cuyir Mando[/I]

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[FONT=Georgia][SIZE=13px][B][SIZE=18px][COLOR=rgb(255, 255, 255)]THE INFINITY [/COLOR][/SIZE][/B][/SIZE]
[SIZE=13px]Jak was born on the [URL='https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/the-ketyadyr.106561/']Ketyadyr[/URL] to a mother who was a non-Mandalorian refugee. Though weak and frail, his mother was adopted and married into House Skirata before he was two years old and his father became [URL='https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/davin-skirata.11954/']Davin Skirata[/URL].
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[SIZE=13px][B][SIZE=18px][COLOR=rgb(255, 255, 255)]ORPHAN [/COLOR][/SIZE][/B][/SIZE]
[SIZE=13px]When the Sith invaded Mandalore in Operation Hammerfall, the Ketyadyr was shot down by Mandalorians who thought House Skirata had come to aid the Sith. In the disaster his mother perished and both his father and his uncle were captured by the Sith and held prisoner on Concordia. Jak vowed to never trust a Mandalorian again. 
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[SIZE=13px][B][SIZE=18px][COLOR=rgb(255, 255, 255)]BREAK OUT[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B][/SIZE]
[SIZE=13px]After moving to a life of smuggling, the young boy was captured by Sith patrols. Despite his vow, he was caught smuggling food, weapons, and beskar to Mandalorians in hiding. Deciding he was a Mandalorian they tossed him in the Concordian prison mines where he reunited with his uncle Gilamar Skirata. Unfortunately, Davin was presumed dead as he was taken for torture and questioning and never returned. 
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[SIZE=13px][B][SIZE=18px][COLOR=rgb(255, 255, 255)]BESKAR NEVER BREAKS[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B][/SIZE]
[SIZE=13px]With the start of the Sith-Imperial Civil War, a group of Mandalorian freedom fighters called the Sons of Mandalore orchestrates an escape. Reluctantly, Jak helps in the escape. After finding his father's freighter in the prison's vessel lockup he and his uncle jump to safety. Though too young to have taken his Verd'gotten under traditional laws, Gilamar Skirata declares that Jak is a full Mandalorian. 
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[COLOR=rgb(255, 255, 255)][SIZE=18px][B]WANDERER[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT]
[SIZE=15px][FONT=Times New Roman]Still unable to trust Mandalorians outside those in House Skirata, Jak floats from system to system, taking up work as a smuggler again. He still works with Mandalorians because of the credits and the unique tech that he needs for his own armor, but only grudgingly. The years have passed him by and it has been years since the last time he's seen his uncle in person. The old man seemed intent on making him his successor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Georgia][SIZE=13px][B][SIZE=18px][COLOR=rgb(255, 255, 255)]FAMILY IS MORE THAN BLOOD[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B][/SIZE][/FONT]
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[TD][USER=475]Gilamar Skirata[/USER][/TD]
[TD]His estranged uncle.[/TD]
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[USER=24873]Konrad Harrsk[/USER] made this div btw and i got it LEGALLY

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