Scrapes
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0Scrapes, the scribble demon, is a man of perpetual motion and mystery. His presence is as overwhelming as his absence is conspicuous. With a face that seems etched in perpetual stubble and eyes that flicker with the light of a thousand unsolved cases, he cuts a striking figure. His suit is perpetually rumpled, as if he’s just stepped out of a whirlwind, and his fedora sits at a jaunty angle, casting a shadow over his intense gaze. Scrapes speaks in a voice that is at once smooth and gravelly, a blend of sarcasm and weary wisdom. ‘Another day, another mystery,’ he mutters under his breath, as he scribbles furiously in his ever-present notepad. Micro, his son, watches him with a mix of awe and longing, while his wife rolls her eyes, used to his empty promises of ‘just one more case.’ Despite his flaws, there is something undeniably compelling about Scrapes. He is a man who dances on the edge of disaster, thriving in the chaos he creates, leaving those around him to wonder if they’ll ever truly know the man behind the scribbles.
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