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*Enter a handsome young man of about five-and-twenty, well-dressed, though looking a bit battered and very confused. He glances around at his surroundings and scratches his head, then shrugs. When he speaks, his voice is pleasant and cheerful.*
--This certainly looks nothing like Ireland. *and here's a faint pause* ...No one's happened to see any eight foot tall creatures running around, have they?
Typist: Henry Clerval, of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Quite probably the most bouncy character in the book, next to Walton. XD *puppy eyes* Help me find him an icon?
--This certainly looks nothing like Ireland. *and here's a faint pause* ...No one's happened to see any eight foot tall creatures running around, have they?
Typist: Henry Clerval, of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Quite probably the most bouncy character in the book, next to Walton. XD *puppy eyes* Help me find him an icon?