Lord_Davidson

Age: 27
Encounters Count: 12
Friends Count: 5
Enemies Count: 0
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Things to do:

Do something. As in, don't do nothing.
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Inventory:

A flamethrower. Don't ask how he got it, it's a long story.
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Fears: Heights, zombies, and clowns. Freaking clowns...
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Abilities:

None again.
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Personality:

Davidson is a headstrong man who feels like the entire world is his place to explore, and that everyone else was meant to lead him on his way to wherever he needs to go next on his life-long adventure. Though he isn't a prick or anything. He's a pretty nice guy, and always enjoys making new friends. His overconfidence in himself can lead to some bad experiences, but nothing he can't get back up from.
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History:

When Davidson was born, he wasn't exactly "born", in the normal sense. He was kind of just...there. He was just there as an infant, sitting alone in a forest just outside the suburbs. The forest just happened to be part of an old woman's property, who was just out taking a stroll in her little forest patch. She found the infant, and took him in as her own. For the first few years, he seemed like a normal human baby, other than the fact that he had white hair since birth, and the people in that patch of suburb accepted him. he even made a few friends. Then, on his fourth birthday, little red nubs began growing out of his head, like spines on a dragon, and a tail sprouted. The only downside to this, is the people he lived around were a bit racist against species other than humans. As he grew up, he had to take care to cover the fact he was of another species with big hats and bulky shirts. He was made fun of a bit for it, but he could pull through it. But eventually came the inevitable day where his little nubs became large spines, and his tail was too large to be hidden underneath a shirt. Unfortunately, Davidson had to leave. There was no telling what would happen if he stayed. They said their tearful goodbyes, and he headed off into the unknown world. He lived out the rest of his days a wanderer. He saw the great things in the world, and the bad. He also put Lord in front of his name because it sounds cool. He grew to love traveling the world, and wandered happily, until faithful day he wound up in the park.

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*Important note* I'm not really the kind of guy to approach somebody...Rather nervous about the whole prospect after being conditioned to fear rejection...It's a long story. So, if you think you might want to approach my character, just go ahead and approach. Asking for permission isn't necessary, I'd just be glad to get an Rp.