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NOMBRE APELLIDO
Fecha de Nacimiento
DD/MM/AA
Raza
Raza
Ocupación
OCUPACIÓN
Orientación Sexual
ORIENTACIÓN SEXUAL
Extras
Gustos: gusto, gusto, gusto, gusto, gusto, gusto, gusto, gusto, gusto, gusto.
Odios: odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio.
Hobbies: hobby, hobby,hobby, hobby, hobby, hobby, hobby, hobby, hobby, hobby.
Otros: otro, otro, otro, otro, otro, otro, otro, otro, otro, otro.
Descripción Psicológica
He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy's pride and joy

He learned to walk and talk on time
But never cared much to be held
and steadily he would decline
Into his solitary shell

As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
but in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A temporary catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out
Of his solitary shell

He struggled to get through his day
He was helplessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time

As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out
Of his solitary shell
Historia
Several years ago
In a foreign town
Far away from home
I met the Count of Tuscany
A young eccentric man
Bred from royal blood
Took me for a ride
Across the open countryside

"Get into my car
Let's go for a drive
Along the way I'll be your guide
Just step inside.
Maybe you'll recall
A cannibal curator
A character inspired by my brother's life"

Winding through the hills
City far behind
On and on we drove
Down narrow streets and dusty roads

At last we came upon
A picturesque estate
On sprawling emerald fields
An ancient world of times gone by

"Let me introduce my brother.
A bearded gentleman, historian
Sucking on his pipe
Distinguished accent
Making me uptight.
No accident.

I wanna stay alive
Everything about this place just doesn't feel right
I, I don't wanna die
Suddenly I'm frightened for my life
I wanna say goodbye
This could be the last time you see me alive
I, I may not survive
Knew it from the moment we arrived

"Would you like to see
A secret, holy place?
I come here late at night
To pray to him by candlelight"
Then peering through the glass
I saw with disbelief
Still dressed in royal clothes
The saint behind the alter

History recalls
During times of war
Legend has been traced
That inside these castle walls
Soldiers came to hide
In barrels filled with wine
Never to escape
These tombs of oak are where they died

Down the cellar stairs
I disappear
like the English heir
The end is near!
Come and have a taste
A rare vintage
All the finest wines
Improve with age!

I wanna stay alive
Everything about this place just doesn't feel right
I, I don't wanna die
Suddenly I'm frightened for my life
I wanna say goodbye
This could be the last time you see me alive
I, I may not survive
Knew it from the moment we arrived

Could this be the end?
Is this the way I die?
Sitting here alone?
No one by my side.
I don't understand
I don't feel that I deserve this
What did I do wrong?
I just don't understand

Give me one more chance
Let me please explain
It's all been circumstance
I'll tell you once again
You took me for a ride
Promising a vast adventure
Next thing that I know
I'm frightened for my life

"Now wait a minute man
That's not how it is
You must be confused
That isn't who I am
Please don't be afraid
I would never try to hurt you
This is how we live
Strange although it seems
Please try to forgive"

"The chapel and the saint
The soldiers in the wine
The fables and the tales
All handed down through time
Of course you're free to go
Go and tell the world my story
Tell about my brother
Tell them about me
The Count of Tuscany"
SOLITARY SHELL by [Tienes que estar registrado y conectado para ver este vínculo] @ [Tienes que estar registrado y conectado para ver este vínculo]



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    <u>Odios:</u> odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio, odio.
    <u>Hobbies:</u> hobby, hobby,hobby, hobby, hobby, hobby, hobby, hobby, hobby, hobby.
    <u>Otros:</u> otro, otro, otro, otro, otro, otro, otro, otro, otro, otro.</div></div><div style="height:195px; width: 300px; padding: 10px;background-color:#CBD1D4;font-size: 18px;font-family: 'Advent Pro', sans-serif;line-height:15px;font-variant:small-caps;position:relative; left: 90px;top: 2px;"><div style="position:relative;right:35px;">Descripción Psicológica</div><div style="margin-top:2px;width:280px; height:1px;background-color:#363636;"></div><div style="overflow:auto; height: 165px;font-size:11px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;position:relative;width:265px;top:-405px;padding:5px;line-height:10px;">He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy's pride and joy

He learned to walk and talk on time
But never cared much to be held
and steadily he would decline
Into his solitary shell

As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
but in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A temporary catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out
Of his solitary shell

He struggled to get through his day
He was helplessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time

As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out
Of his solitary shell</div></div><div style="height:195px; width: 300px; padding: 10px;background-color:#CBD1D4;font-size: 18px;font-family: 'Advent Pro', sans-serif;line-height:15px;font-variant:small-caps;position:relative; left: 90px;top: 4px;"><div style="position:relative;right:35px;">Historia</div><div style="margin-top:2px;width:280px; height:1px;background-color:#363636;"></div><div style="overflow:auto; height: 165px;font-size:11px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;position:relative;width:265px;top:-190px;padding:5px;line-height:10px;">Several years ago
In a foreign town
Far away from home
I met the Count of Tuscany
A young eccentric man
Bred from royal blood
Took me for a ride
Across the open countryside

"Get into my car
Let's go for a drive
Along the way I'll be your guide
Just step inside.
Maybe you'll recall
A cannibal curator
A character inspired by my brother's life"

Winding through the hills
City far behind
On and on we drove
Down narrow streets and dusty roads

At last we came upon
A picturesque estate
On sprawling emerald fields
An ancient world of times gone by

"Let me introduce my brother.
A bearded gentleman, historian
Sucking on his pipe
Distinguished accent
Making me uptight.
No accident.

I wanna stay alive
Everything about this place just doesn't feel right
I, I don't wanna die
Suddenly I'm frightened for my life
I wanna say goodbye
This could be the last time you see me alive
I, I may not survive
Knew it from the moment we arrived

"Would you like to see
A secret, holy place?
I come here late at night
To pray to him by candlelight"
Then peering through the glass
I saw with disbelief
Still dressed in royal clothes
The saint behind the alter

History recalls
During times of war
Legend has been traced
That inside these castle walls
Soldiers came to hide
In barrels filled with wine
Never to escape
These tombs of oak are where they died

Down the cellar stairs
I disappear
like the English heir
The end is near!
Come and have a taste
A rare vintage
All the finest wines
Improve with age!

I wanna stay alive
Everything about this place just doesn't feel right
I, I don't wanna die
Suddenly I'm frightened for my life
I wanna say goodbye
This could be the last time you see me alive
I, I may not survive
Knew it from the moment we arrived

Could this be the end?
Is this the way I die?
Sitting here alone?
No one by my side.
I don't understand
I don't feel that I deserve this
What did I do wrong?
I just don't understand

Give me one more chance
Let me please explain
It's all been circumstance
I'll tell you once again
You took me for a ride
Promising a vast adventure
Next thing that I know
I'm frightened for my life

"Now wait a minute man
That's not how it is
You must be confused
That isn't who I am
Please don't be afraid
I would never try to hurt you
This is how we live
Strange although it seems
Please try to forgive"

"The chapel and the saint
The soldiers in the wine
The fables and the tales
All handed down through time
Of course you're free to go
Go and tell the world my story
Tell about my brother
Tell them about me
The Count of Tuscany"</div></div></div></div>​<div style="font-size: 8px; transform:rotate(270deg);-ms-transform:rotate(270deg);-moz-transform:rotate(270deg);-webkit-transform:rotate(270deg);-o-transform:rotate(270deg);position:relative;color: #CBD1D4;left:255px;top:-590px;">SOLITARY SHELL by <a href="http://www.oursourcecode.net/u106" style="color:white;">PYRITE WOLF</a> @ <a href="http://www.oursourcecode.net" style="color:white;">SOURCECODE</a></div>
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