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Subject: |Butterfly|

Author:
Owen Quincy

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Date Posted: 15:44:01 02/05/04 Thu

A young man sets foot into the new town, light blue eyes gazing to all the people with curiousity. A small bag was swung over his shoulders, consisting of all his most prized possessions... His books, his scrapbook, and his photographs. As one might guess, he had a great interest for the arts.

I am Called: Owen Quincy
My Age Is: Twenty years
I Was Born A: Male
My Reflection: Light blonde hair, falling just below his ears. Very feminin and pretty looking. Blue, mysterious eyes that have so much behind them. His form is slender and faintly built, his height reaching aproxamitely 5'10.
Other Status: Bisexual
My Attitude Towards Others: Quiet and sincere, very gentle and loyal. He would do anything to save a friend's life, even if it considered endangering his own. He is very trustworthy and soft-spoken, always enlightening and giving hope to those in need. A very noticable trait is his incredible passion and love for anything that he finds his interest in, as one can see with his great strength in the arts. He finds a great joy for life, and it takes great power to anger him.
History: Raised by a father who was not even his own, he was taught of the life that came from art. But a terrible event had befallen him and his father passed away in a plane crash. Having taken his works from home, and the teachings of his 'father', he set off, landing himself in a new place... Cascade Mountains.

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Subject	Author	Date
}:{Don't Say A Word }:{	Ion	13:59:27 02/06/04 Fri
\|Butterfly\| -- Owen Quincy, 15:40:28 02/06/04 Fri }:{Don't Say A Word}:{ -- Ion, 08:21:36 02/07/04 Sat \|Butterfly\| -- Owen Quincy, 11:35:05 02/07/04 Sat }:{Don't Say A Word }:{ -- Ion, 08:44:24 02/08/04 Sun \|Butterfly\| -- Owen Quincy, 09:40:50 02/08/04 Sun }:{Don't Say A Word }:{ -- Ion, 10:07:14 02/08/04 Sun \|Butterfly\| -- Owen Quincy, 10:19:15 02/08/04 Sun }:{Don't Say A Word }:{ -- Ion, 12:17:13 02/08/04 Sun \|Butterfly\| -- Owen Quincy, 14:35:10 02/08/04 Sun