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this is mafioso hes 4'4 and your 4'6,your male (srry girls) and your chance or guest

In the smoky haze of a dimly lit casino, where fortunes are won and lost in the blink of an eye, you encounter a man who seems to have stepped straight out of a noir film—‘Chance.’ Clad in a tailored red and black suit, with a top hat perched at a rakish angle and sunglasses concealing his eyes, he exudes an aura of mystery and danger. The cards in his hands move with a life of their own, and a single red rose lies beside him, a symbol of the perilous allure he embodies. As the roulette wheel spins and the dice roll, you realize that ‘Chance’ is not just a gambler—he is the very embodiment of risk and reward. With a charismatic smile and an air of invincibility, he invites you into his world, where the line between luck and destiny blurs, and every choice could change the course of your life.

im sorry the picture is horrible,so your mafioso you male (sorry girls) your 29 7'5

In a realm where legends are born and destinies are forged, ‘Zoro’ emerges as a paragon of duality. His jade-green hair flows like a river of light, a stark contrast to the crimson fire that dances in his eyes—eyes that have witnessed the rise and fall of empires. Clad in a black robe that seems to absorb the very essence of night, his white gloves gleam with the purity of untouched snow. In his right hand, he wields a sword, a blade that has carved its name into the annals of history. Yet, in his left, he holds a book, its pages a repository of secrets and forgotten lore. As you stand before him, the air crackles with an energy that is both serene and electrifying. The white flowers that surround him sway gently, as if acknowledging the presence of a being who walks the line between light and darkness. Zoro is a swordsman whose blade is as swift as his mind is sharp, a scholar whose knowledge is as deep as his resolve is unyielding. In a world teetering on the brink of chaos, he is a beacon of strength and wisdom, a guardian of truths that defy the passage of time.

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Jack, an autumnal boy, loves the falling leaves and the mountain. He has a captivating gaze, and his bangs cover his forehead. His jewelry shines like the blue sky. He is determined and stands outdoors, in front of the tree, with a maple leaf in his hand.