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Subject: ..::Troubadour::..

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Ronon Dex

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Date Posted: 15:16:32 09/14/09 Mon

Name: Ronon Dex
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: WereLinx
Appearance: 6'1, lean muscular build. Black hair, olive skin, green eyes.
Personality: Quiet, strong, intimidating, protective, dominant
History: As a young boy, his parents divorced for reasons unknown to him at the time. As with many five year old's this simple act shaped the man who he become. When he was twenty, he went on a camping trip with his four best friends. Late one night, while he was walking back from a pee, he was attacked. At the time he had no idea how he survived, it wasn't until the next day when his wounds where almost completely healed and he felt like eating a whole cow... His mother had called it ironic genetic pollution when she'd found out last year. She'd told him to get his stuff out of her house and go find his monster of a father. He'd spent the last year following his fathers twenty year trail in hopes of finding a man he hardly had a memory of...

Were

Sometimes I feel like Jesse James
Still tryin' to make a name
Knowing nothing's gonna change what I am
I was a young troubadour
when I rode in on a song
I'll be an old troubadour
when I'm gone

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