``Yuliya Dukhkin'

[Yuliya Dukhkin']

Yuliya Venera Dusha Krylo Bihaty Povitria Pryroda Miasiats Svitanok Nebo Dukhkin'

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
-Disney's Pocahontas, Colors of the Wind

NICKNAMES AND ALIASES: Yules, Tornado (nicknames), Evening Star, Zorya (aliases)
MEANING OF NAME: Yuliya - Young, youthful, and energertic; Venera - The morning star; Dusha - Soul; Krylo - Wing; Bihaty - Run; Povitria - Air; Pryroda - Nature; Miasiats - Moon; Svitanok - Dawn; Nebo - Sky; Dukhkin' - "Spirit Horse" (Yuliya's Cossack tribe)
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER:Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
KINGDOM: Wales.
BIRTHPLACE: Cossack land (Near present day Kamyanka in Ukraine)
DATE OF BIRTH: November 9th, 1500
ACCENT: Ukrainian
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Cossack tongue (Ukrainian), English (taught by her uncle), Russian (picked up from constant travelers)
REGIONAL HERITAGE: Yuliya is fully under the impression that she is 100% percent Cossack, and while she was indeed born and raised on Cossack land and traditions, she was never told that her mother was not a Cossack and came from "Celtic land."
SPECIES: Half human, half sylph
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SOCIAL CLASS: With her own people, she is the daughter of the Ataman and respected greatly. When with foreigners who know of this, she is often mislabeled as a "Gypsy Princess" of some sort. But to most people, she is a nomad savage or an outsider.
OCCUPATION: Her single mission is somewhat of a spiritual journey to overcome her trauma and return to her people. In the meantime, she tries to help any animal she comes across.
RELIGION: CYuliya is a mix of many religions that don't have specific names, but the closest she could be described as is as a Pantheist
PLAY-BY: Allison Harvard
CANON, REQUESTED OR ORIGINAL?: Original

HISTORY:

In the country now known as Ukraine, a group of fierce warriors roam. No one dares to fight them, for they are known all around the world for their horsemanship, their valor, tenacity and habit of always performing acts beyond the call of duty, and of always reaching for the impossible. The word itself, Cossacks, means in the Tartar language, “Freeman.” Before they were even called Cossacks, they were known as “the brave and strong people. “Where the Cossacks came from cannot be said with certainty, but, in any event, it [their State] existed prior to the Tartar invasion of 1223. These knights lived separately, without pledging allegiance to the Russians, the Poles or the Tartars.” At the head of their tribal units, similar to Scottish clans, was an elected leader called and Ataman or Hetman. They also elected others: the judge, the scribe, the lesser officials, and even the clergy. All leaders were known as the starshina. Executive powers were in the Ataman, who was the supreme commander in the fields. They did not have written laws, but the “Cossack Tradition,” which was common, unwritten law.

Vivek Dukhkin’ was one such Cossack. After a troubling past and being chosen to be an esaul at a young age, he fell in love with a woman his brother brought to meet him, a woman named Chiye Ada from the Celtic land. He married her almost instantly and came very close to having an illegitimate child when she gave birth to his son soon after that. He was a handsome boy, born at noon on the first day of Spring, named Voyin, the Cossack word for warrior. It was only after their son was born that Chiye revealed to him that she was indeed not human, and should expect some odd qualities in their child, but Vivek did not care, he loved her all the same, and made sure that not even their son would find out. Three years after this, the Ataman died and Vivek was elected to take his place, and everything was perfect in the Spirit Horse Tribe that lived low on the Dnieper River.

Only a year after this a terrible storm surged through their land, raining lightning and drowning out your ears with the sound of thunder, though none was as strong as the wind that pulsed through everyone’s hearts. What was odd was that none of the animals seemed worried. It was Vivek’s duty to help his tribe and so he went about, making sure that everyone was holding in. Chiye came with him, believing it was her duty to, but in the middle of this, she went into labor. Rain pelted her through it all, for she had been alone and there was no one to carry her under shelter. She herself had thought she was going to die when a tiny hole in the clouds went over the evening star, so that it shined on her, and that was when Yuliya was born.

Chiye, in her great thankfulness for the fact that both she and her child survived, gave her not three, but eleven names, a great number of power. The storm did not die down, but that was when Voyin found his mother, and even though he was only four years old, managed to help them back to their tent.

When Vivek learned of the way of her birth, he almost blamed her for causing his wife to nearly die, and so when his mother, who had abandoned him long ago, asked for the child, he agreed to let her have her when she could walk. Scared for her future, and wanting to make sure that her daughter would be like her, Chiye spent as much time as she could with her baby outside in the world, placing her on the backs of horses and dogs, touching her nose to wild animals, and setting her up high in tree branches. But when Yuliya could walk, to Zyma she went.

Zyma treated Yuliya with no kindness, even when she couldn’t talk. Anytime she disobeyed her, she would hit her hard with a stick that had thorns on it. Though Yuliya often talked back, resulting in more pain, this eventually taught her to never show her true feelings. She had to do manual labor the moment she could understand what job she had to do. She had to do whatever Zyma asked of her, no matter how trying it was. And the worst part was, Yuliya was allowed no animal companion. For Cossacks build their lives around their horses, but Zyma’s one fear was of horses, and animals in general. Yuliya had already grown to love animals, even though her grandmother thought she was a weakling for it.

When Yuliya turned six, Zyma tried to sell her to a man as labor, but when Yuliya refused to kill a chicken to show him that she was capable of anything, she was made to watch as he killed it himself, and then he left. Zyma then beat Yuliya ferociously that night, and that was the night Yuliya made two vows: One, to never hurt an animal, and two, to never love or marry a man.

One year later, Yuliya could put up with no more of her grandmother and her harsh ways, so she drugged her dinner, set all the animals she had free, and ran back to the home she knew she had once had, following the evening star to the Dnieper River.

She was welcomed home, but had been told of the tragedy that Chiye had been killed, and nobody knew who had done it. Vivek had told them all that he had found his wife dead and had held a ceremony, though no one had seen the body. Yuliya was heartbroken, for although she didn't remember her mother clearly, she remembered that she had been happy. Her brother, Voyin, promised her that he would be like her mother from now on, and he took Chiye's place in the Dukhkin' household.

Admist all this tragedy was good news. Her mother's mare, Moon Gem, was in foal to her father's stallion, Celestial Night, and Yuliya would be given the foal. She couldn't have been happier to learn she would soon have her first horse that would be all hers.

Yuliya also adopted the dog that had always been by Chiye's side, a dog who looked like a wolf, named Luna. It was through Luna that Yuliya met Okozir, the boy who would become to be Yuliya's best friend. Many a day she would steal him from the vigorous training his father had him do so she could bring him home and feed him and play.

About a year later, Moon Gem's foal was born, a shining bay colt that Yuliya named Arrow for the way he zipped around. Under the careful guidance of her father she let Arrow grow accustomed to herself and other humans. As was the Cossack way of gentling horses, she let the colt go everywhere with her. He slept beside her in the tent and stood beside them as they ate their meals. He followed her and Luna like a puppy as they went about the camp.

Because of her size and the way Cossacks trained their horses, Yuliya was allowed to ride him even as he was a baby. When he was a yearling, he had already grown used to her and would bring her on wonderful gallops across the valley. Of course, Okozir followed on his chocolate palomino gelding, and they would have wonderful races.

One day, however, they raced further than usual, almost to the northern border of the Spirit Horse land, and they were attacked. Arrow was struck by a flaming arrow and crashed to the ground, crushing Yuliya underneath him. Okozir tried in vain to lift the colt off of her, but he wouldn't budge, and so Okozir had to take the long, long ride back to camp to fetch someone who could help. For hours Yuliya lay under the burning body of her dearest friend. For the first time, she cried and cried and cried. Just for a second, though, she heard a voice inside her head, the voice of a young man. It was Arrow, he was speaking to her, and he asked her to leave unto the world his legacy. Yuliya promised she would, though she didn't know what it meant. The smell of blood never left her.

The first being to reach her was her father's black guard dog, Apollo, followed closely by Luna. Both dogs licked her face to clean away the tears and blood, and Yuliya found she could now also hear them in her head two, and she could talk back to him. Soon after they arrived, a man she didn't know came and lifted Arrow's body off of her with the help of her father. Voyin and Okozir were close behind them. Voyin was so angry at Okozir he might have started a duel, but Vivek told him not to. Yuliya learned that the other man was indeed her uncle, Voda, whom she had only heard stories about, a jolly, rambunctious and still young man who traveled the world for adventure and to learn about new animals and plants. He carried her all the way home and told her stories to try and distract her.

The next year was the worst year for Yuliya. At many times, she would break down screaming, so much that the people grew afraid of her and called her Screamer. Sometimes she could go for hours on end not knowing what was real and what wasn't. Apollo and Luna never left her side, and it was her only comfort to talk to them. She would often disappear from the camp to converse with any animal she could find, or do anything just to be away from all the people who could barely look at her.

But at the end of the year, Moon Gem gave birth to another foal, this time a beautiful black filly. Vivek gave the filly to Yuliya without question, and she named her Black Jewel. Like with Arrow, Yuliya brought Black Jewel with her everywhere, but unlike last time, she barely went around the camp. Yuliya did not train her with any guidance from her father and would often spend days without returning just to be completely alone with her filly.

At this time, Yuliya found one other animal companion, an orphaned Peregrine falcon whom she named Streak. Apollo, Luna, Black Jewel, and Streak were always by her side, and sometimes she would viciously keep others away from them. Sometimes she would still scream. The only people that could stand to be near her were her father, her brother, Okozir, and her uncle whenever he came back for a visit. But Vivek was the Ataman, and he could not take care of Yuliya as well as he could have, and although that duty was held by Voyin, he knew Voyin would be thinking about getting married soon. When Yuliya turned fifteen, Vivek told her that she should go away, and when she could forget Arrow, she could return home. Yuliya was heartbroken for all she loved was everything about the Cossacks, but Vivek insisted. Voda suggested that Yuliya go to the Celtic Land to see what she could find, and so, crushed, Yuliya left with her animal companions.

INDEPENDENT ;

STUBBORN ; PANTHEIST ; PASSIONATE ; UNIQUE

GENERAL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:

Yuliya Dukhkin' is someone on the outside, a rubix cube in a world of puzzles. To anyone passing by, she is a shadow surrounded by animals who passes off into the distance without stopping to look back. Her most outstanding feature is that she doesn't like the company of humans. She says this is because they disgust her, but really it is because she doesn't know how to act around them. They confuse and anger her. Once she knows a person thoroughly, she can be charming and actually pleasant to be around, but hardly anyone has tried to get to know her long enough for this. She is a very intuitive person, and performs actions based on her emotions more, which often means she does very stupid things.

She is also a very competitive person, and she doesn't like to get beaten at anything. It damages the pride she carries more strongly then she would like to think. She is extremely secretive, and never tells anyone about her past. She is like this because she hates to feel like someone else in control, and especially that they are in control of her. She finds it hard to trust people because she always thinks they will abuse it. She has a fiery and unpredictable temper. If you get on her bad side, you will be the victim of her rash words and sometimes physical outrage. She always believes that she is right, and has a hard time accepting when she is wrong, and will most likely never admit it. She is passionate about the things she loves, the formost of which being animals. She loves all animals, especially horses, with a deep passion that rules over her entire life. On top of all of this, though, is a deep desire to be free from everything, and to live without looking back.

BITS AND PIECES

Strengths

1.) Horseback riding - Yuliya has been taught as a Cossack how to ride, which is more than just how to control a horse, she's knows how to connect with a horse and become one, so that instead of making the horse do what you want, what both of you want is the same.
2.) Animals - Yuliya has a bit of a knack for animals, including calming them down and getting them to trust her.
3.) Fencing - Her sword is merely an extension of her arm.
4.) Writing - She has a talent for finding words that go together to make something beautiful, if only she had the paper to write it down on...
5.) Stealth - She is one for sneaking about and making her footsteps soft on the earth.
6.) Survival - Yuliya definitely knows how to live out in the wild and not, well, die.
7.) Knowledge of Plants and Animals - She may not be able to tell the difference between a king and a duke but she's knows what is edible or not and what animals are safe to approach and which ones it would be wiser to back away slowly from.


Likes

1.) Horses
2.) Animals
3.) Fencing
4.) Nature
5.) Wind
6.) Open air
7.) Storms
8.) Lightning
9.) Being outside
10.) Writing
11.) Running
12.) The ocean
13.) Mountains
14.) High places
15.) The Cossacks
16.) Her home
17.) Inspiration
18.) Strength
19.) Knowing what she's doing
20.) Being in control


Dislikes

1.) People who think they're perfect or know everything
2.) People who toot their own horn
3.) People who baby-talk animals
4.) People who say they love animals but obviously don't
5.) Just people
6.) Her grandmother
7.) Animal cruelty
8.) Being or feeling trapped in anyway
9.) Being forced to do anything
10.) Being completely alone


Favorites

1.) Favorite color - Silvery blue-green
2.) Favorite song - A lullaby that she remembers, but she can't remember where it came from
3.) Favorite dance (Yes, she dances...by herself with her animals) - Waltz
4.) Favorite person - She loves her father and brother and best friend but she loves it best when her uncle, Voda comes back and tells her stories of his adventures
5.) Favorite food - Pierogi cooked for her by her brother just the way she likes it
6.) Favorite Cossack tribe - Spirit Horse of course!
7.) Favorite weather - Sunny, slightly cool, with a warm breeze
8.) Favorite memory - Putting her hand to the muzzle of Black Jewel for the first time
9.) Favorite gift ever given to her - A locket in the shape of an egg given to her by her brother made out of moonstone
10.) Favorite story - The story of the female Cossack, Vechir Zoria
11.) Favorite number - Eleven

FLAWS

Unpredictable and Fiery Temper: Yuliya finds it very easy to detect insult to herself, even when none is intended at all. Once she finds something to throw a fit over, she will lash out most unkindly and hold it against that person for as long as she will remember, and believe me, she will remember for quite some time. Added onto this is something that didn't insult her one day will insult her the next, so you can never be sure when or when not she will take your simple joke as a wound on everything she holds dear.

Skitzophrenia/Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder: Yuliya has undergone a lot of abuse and traumatic events. Often she will have full sensual "flashbacks" to moments in her life during which she has absolutely no sense on the real world. The severity of attacks differs all the time as long as the length of time it takes for her to recovery it. It can be a short "hiccup," a full on "attack," or a nightmare.

Autism: Yuliya finds is difficult to communicate with people to think, shall we say, in a straight line. She has some obsessive compulsiveness about her and somewhat bizarre responses to things. This, with her skitzophrenia, gives her an unusual way of sensing the world, more like an animal would.

Borderline Personality Disorder: This disorder causes Yuliya to make impulsive acts, have chaotic relationships, and a frantic effort to avoid real and imagined abandonment. She has an unstable mood and self-image and some self-harming tendancies, along with a chronic feeling of emptiness.

Untrusting: Under no circumstances does Yuliya trust anyone. She will NEVER put her life or the lives of those she holds dear in another person's hand. As such, she takes everything on herself even when she knows she cannot handle it because she believes that herself overworked is better than a person with nothing else to do any day. Even people she has known for years are not given the honor of holding her trust. It takes a person several encounters to even hear her give her true name.

Can't Express Her Feelings: Yuliya has absolutely no idea how to healthily express her feelings. When angry, she can take it out on herself or people she loves that has nothing to do with it. When disappointed she will harbor long-lasting resentment and use it later in the future. Even when happy she can find a way to express it wrongfully, by throwing herself into that happiness and forgetting everything else that she should be doing.

Cynical: Every single thing that humans do has an ironic and disgusting side to it if you ask Yuliya. Nothing is as it should be and she will be quick to tell you that. She has a set right and wrong and if anything falls in the wrong category she will regard it with extreme distaste, and nothing will ever change her opinion on it.

Proud: Though she would never admit it, Yuliya is an extremely proud creature. She hides this by saying that when she gets angry she takes it as an insult to her family, and although that may be the case, she also takes it as an insult to herself. She holds herself above all foreigners and believes that she is the only one who sees the true path of life.

Prone to Jealousy: Yuliya can get jealous very easily. If she sees her father speaking proudly to another person her age, she will do anything she can to bring that person down. This springs from her being extremely competitive. She is very used to getting much of what she wants.

Obsessive: If Yuliya finds something that catches her fancy, whether it be a positive or negative feeling, she will not let it go until she has acted on it in some way. She will think about nothing else and let it control her whole being and give everything else important a back seat.

Nosy: If she finds something she needs to know, she NEEDS to know it and will not let go until it has been found out, even if it has nothing to do with her and she has been told she would be better off not knowing. She can't help but continue to poke and prod until she is sure that she knows every secret that has come across her.

Claustrophobic: To put it simply, Yuliya cannot think straight when she is indoors. She is quite certain that solid walls and ceilings are out to get her and will kill her if they gets the chance. When in enclosed spaces, she is prone to screaming, attacking anything near her, ripping at the walls with her fingers, curling up into a ball, and almost seizure-like symptoms.

Partial Hydrophobia/Fear of Seaweed: Yuliya is scared of water that goes over her waist, especially if she cannot see through it. When in this situation, she cannot think straight enough to swim to shore(Nor would she know how), she instead, quite frankly, freaks. This is doubled when she also sees seaweed in the water for she is certain that it will try to grab her and then pull her down.

GENERAL APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION

Yuliya could very well be a ghost. The first thing you notice about her is her extreme lightness, from her almost sickly pale skin to her hair the color of flaxen gold. Her hair is very easily recognizable, for it is wavy and touches her waist, with just a little bit of fluffiness. She is slenderly built and just a little bit underweight, at ninety-nine pounds, because she doesn't eat very much. From the same malnourishment she hasn't grown very tall either, at only five feet. She has lean muscles from horseback riding but isn't incredibly strong.

Her face is pretty much an upside down egg, with undistinguished cheekbones, a rather large and bit off-to-the-side nose, almond-shaped eyes, curved chin, and long, elegant neck. A widow's peak marks her foreheads and leads down to her eyes, which look grey to one passing by, but if you look close, they are actually pale green, and sometimes they can look teal or blue.

Yuliya has very many marks on her body. The most grotesque one is on her thighs, which carry barely any resemblance to thighs anymore. They are both slightly squished, and not only is the skin ripped up, but it is also burned. She also holds many circle-shaped scars on both of her upper arms. Lastly, on her back, there are two wing-shaped birthmarks erupting from her shoulder blades.

CLOTHING:

Yuliya has three dresses which she brought from her home; a white, flowy dress, a rainbow dress, and a green, flowery dress. With any of these dresses, she wears her white sandals.







The other outfit Yuliya wears regularly is what she wears when she's working with or riding horses. This consists of brown, leathery breeches, tall, dull black boots, a dark silver sweater with a dark green corset-like shirt over it. She also wraps strips of black cloth over her hands.

Yuliya owns many cloaks: A silver velvet one, a thin, pale green one, a dark blue one, a thick, woolen purple one, a thin white one, a green velvet one, and a black velvet one that can also be turned inside out to silver satin.



Lastly is her armor, made especially for her and brought to her by her uncle:

SOCIAL

Yuliya has been anti-social and avoided for the majority of her life, save for two years when she thrived. But that changed when the people, especially the children her age of her tribe began to avoid her because they were scared of her. Since then, she has let her outgoing side die down, and it only comes out when with the few people she can trust. She is extremely condescending of anyone who isn't a Cossack. She hates it when strangers try to talk to her and generally avoids all people, preferring her company to only be with animals. She will help a person in need, but leave immediately so that she doesn't have to talk to them. In short, people other than the Cossacks disgust her, and she wishes more than anything that her own people would accept her.

LINEAGE

FATHER: Vivek Dukhkin', forty-seven, Ataman of the Spirit Horse Tribe
MOTHER: Chiye Dukhkin', one hundred and sevenity-five, none[currently in the air] (Thought to be dead)
BROTHERS: Voyin Dukhkin', nineteen, apprentice to the judge of the Spirit Horse Tribe
EXTENDED FAMILY: Voda Dukhkin', 37, traveler/explorer (Uncle on father's side), Zyma Dukhkin', 88 (Grandmother on father's side)

POTENTIAL PLOTTING

Well, Yuliya will very easily get into fights, I can tell you that. Pretty much anything can set her off. Oh yes, she can talk to animals and she doesn't want anyone to find out because she's worried that she'd be used to make animals fight in wars or something like that. She's half sylph and doesn't know this, and she's trying to get home. And did I mention she hates males? Yes, she very much hates them and does not appreciate their company at all, not that she really appreciates anyone's company.

OTHER

Her mother is not actually dead. Worried that Zyma was going to try and attack her, she instead returned to the sky. (She IS a sylph) Yuliya doesn't know this. She also doesn't know that her mother wasn't a Cossack and was indeed from Cornwall.

Oh, and Yuliya has a locket in the shape of an egg made out of moonstone. A horse is etched on the outside of it. In it, she keeps a lock of Arrow's hair.

ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE:

Rain splattered to the ground like a great waterfall. A stranger passing by would just hear it all together, but Yuliya listened to each singular drop. The rain was like memories dripping softly down, each a prick in the back of the mind that would erupt an unknown volcano. Tinges of sweetness that were cloaked in bittersweet shells as hard as glittering diamonds. They were echos of better times, and times that had yet to come. Yuliya couldn't be sure whether this tune, this old tune played to a new melody was sad or not. What made the rain sad? Was it because the rain would cause the rivers to overflow and make people drown in the past, and that knowledge had turned into instinct to make people think rain was sad? Or what if each drop that came from the ocean was a spirit dying to be heard again? Was each drop just a reminder to not forget the yin, the yang, and everything in between? Or was the world, simply saying, remember the sound of falling rain?

These thoughts flew like butterflies in Yuliya's head, gently brushing her mind with the edges of their wings. If she had had the time, or temper at that moment, she would have stopped to just listen. But, alas, that wasn't the case. And although she often delighted in the cold, and the wet, and the things that fewer and fewer people experienced, right now, she was longing of warmth. She was running as fast as she could as she pulled her thick wool royal purple cloak around her. If she had been running any slower, it would have given gravity time to catch up and realize that she should slip in the mud, but her nimble feet didn't give herself the time to fall. She would have had her hood on, but she was running so fast that it was blown off her head, and thus the rain was beginning to make her wavy hair straight. Every part of her was wet, except her precious cargo.

Paper was a treat for Yuliya, and so she used it well. The scrap she had in her hand was filled entirely. She had gone out from her home to write a few verses about the storm clouds, but in her haste, she had forgotten that storm clouds lead to a storm.


She was just wondering when she'd reached her home when she reached something much different. She hadn't been paying much attention to where she had been running, so she had run straight into the river, and because of her momentum, she had somehow managed to get quite far out. She gasped as the weight of her cloak pulled her down. She kicked with all of her might, trying to remember what her father had told her when she had jumped into the Dnieper River. She forced her eyes open to try and see how far it was to the shore.


As soon as she did, she regretted it. Down below her were the tall spires of seaweed. If she had been above the water, she would have screamed. It looked like it would snatch her and drag her down. She would be trapped, trapped with whatever horrors she couldn't see. Her heartbeat quickened. She tried harder to make it back to the surface, but her cloak kept dragging her down. Just a few more feet and she would be in the seaweed, trapped in the seaweed. Trapped.


It was at that moment that she felt teeth clamp around her arm and pull her up. She gasped for air as she and her rescuer broke the surface. Apollo, of course it was Apollo. Who else would it be? She know knew how foolish it was to think she would be trapped under there alone forever. Apollo was always there. He started pulling her towards the shore, and she tried to help as much as possible. But when her feet touched ground, she collapsed by Apollo's side, who blocked her from the wind. Her long pale fingers were laced in his long black coat, and now, she squeezed even tighter, and rubbed her face in his fur. Even though she knew that if she wanted to, she could talk to him and tell him exactly what words she wanted to say, she didn't. She didn't need to talk for him to understand her, and he didn't need her to talk to let him know what she was going to say. He already knew what she was going to say, and so she didn't need to say it.


Thank you Apollo, what could I ever do without you?

NAME OR ALIAS: Yuliya, Yules, Princess, Little Demon, Yula, Road Runner, Secretary, Golden Retriever
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Gurl
TIME ZONE: Pacific
METHODS OF CONTACT: PM, email, MSN, gmail, pretty much anything
OTHER CHARACTERS: Yuliya Dukhkin', Amri Amatzya, Emlyn Zynooth, Pearl Alexander
MAGIC WORDS: Yeah, no

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