Post by Emery Feltham on Jul 10, 2008 18:07:21 GMT -5
Basic Information
Character’s Full Name: Emery Tristan Feltham
Character’s Gender: Male
Character’s Current Age: Eighteen
Character’s Date of Birth: July 3, his parents love the Autumn lovin’… but he’d be more along the lines of thinking ew, take that back, they’re both virgins. He’s a miracle baby.
Character’s Registered Bloodtype: Muggleborn
Wand Details
Wand Core Type: Crystal Shard
Wand Encasing: Silver
Wand Length: A pitiful 8 inches of hard metal.
Wand Hand: Right
Character Details
Physical Description: Everyone says that Emery looks like his mom. That's quite offensive to him, you know? What guy wants to look like a girl? But in a way, he really does quite resemble her. It isn’t in a specific feature or color or any of that, it’s just that he looks a bit.. soft? They mean that he looks... delicate or something. It's embarrassing for him, really.
From the very tip top. Emery’s hair is the one thing he got from my father, but he’s not all that proud of it. It kind of lacks a color. It used to be pure white, but it got darker over the years until it ended up at the verge of dirty blonde and light brown that it is now, in his eighteenth year of life. He tries to keep it fairly short, but it grows really quickly and sometimes he just can't be bothered with it. It's naturally messy, like something died on top of his head. The poor guy breaks about 3 combs every year...
As stated before, Emery looks like his mother. He’s got a fairly small face with high cheekbones. Very...delicate as one would say. His eyes are a fairly light green. It's odd, because his father's eyes are brown, and so are his mom’s. His dad always says that he got his great grandmother's eyes. If one were to associate them with a shape, it would be almond. They're not too big, nor are they squinty.
They kid’s pretty damn short, and he‘ll tell you so himself. He’s about 5'8, which is a pathetic height for an eighteen year old male, but people do say he looks taller than he really is. He’s got long legs and that makes people think that he’s tall, when actually the legs are about the only thing to his height. Everyone says, 'Emery, you're too thin!' Well, he says screw off. He’s fine with the way he is, and he does eat. Usually. He’s that kind of kid who forgets to eat sometimes though. He just has better things to do, and so sometimes he kind of needs someone to remind him to eat.
Another thing people say is 'Emery, you've got such fair skin.' which translates to 'Emery, you're so pale that you must burn under candlelight.' He’s sad to say it, but this one is fairly true. Emery’s incredibly pale... He doesn't exactly burn under candlelight, but you can see his veins and stuff... Short, skinny, and transparent. Lovely, hmm?
Personality Description: Emery Feltham. You may know him as your friendly neighborhoodSpiderman geek. Well, maybe not so friendly… And I’d doubt you live in his neighborhood seeing as he lives on a huge piece of land so his nearest neighbor is over a kilometer away. But Emery is indeed a bit of a geek. The boy has always been a whiz with numbers and he’s not the most outgoing person in the world, so people tend to assume that he’s just a quiet and shy nerd. Emery isn’t shy though, not really. There’s a difference between being shy and simply choosing not to talk to people. He is not afraid of social interaction – He just avoids it most of the time. And similarly, Emery is not afraid of attention – he just doesn’t habitually seek it. See, he’s kind of a paranoid pessimist, and tends to assume that people are only speaking to hi, because they want something. Specifically, he assumes that they’ve realized that he’s loaded and want him to pick up their tab for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, he’s been used like that before, back when he was younger and more naïve and thought people might actually be interested in him as a person, not as a Feltham, but he’s smartened up and can pick out the signs easily now.
As a result, Emery is probably too independent for his own good. It helps that he’s got a knack for sizing people up. It’s like having women’s intuition without having a uterus or an excess of estrogen. Emery can just speak to someone for a few minutes and can make a pretty accurate guess as to what kind of person they are. A good part of the time, he doesn’t even have to talk to them. He’s more quiet than loud, so spends a lot of time just observing, and he’s become skilled at figuring out who people are by observing them as they go about their business. Basically, if you’re being fake, he’ll be able to tell, so you might as well just save yourself the time and give up now. It’s like having a built-in bullshit detector. A super-strength lie detector in his head, even. But the upside of it is that it helps Emery to be quite the fantastic liar. He’s gotten to the point where he’s so good at picking out other people’s dishonesties that he’s learned how to spout out a few lies himself in a completely convincing way. It’s funny how a guy who completely loathes lying isn’t always the most honest person himself. Hypocritical? Maybe. Necessary for the guy to save his ass sometimes? You bet.
The downside of having such good intuition? Emery’s so used to seeing right through people’s acts that he’s started to get a bit… paranoid. He’s really so used to seeing fake people that he’s started to assume that everybody is fake. Let’s just say that he has some trust issues. When Emery meets someone, he just can’t stop trying to analyze them until he finds a fatal flaw that can give me a reason to blow them off. Some people might even think he’s some sort of rich snob who thinks he’s too good for everyone else, but that’s not the truth. Emery doesn’t think he’s special and perfect at all. Hell, he thinks he’s the world’s biggest reject, actually. But some people tend to assume that he’s only withdrawn because he thinks he’s above the general population, not because he’s some sort of crazy, paranoid hermit.
At times, the guy can seem like a complete asshole, but he’d swear to you on his life that he’s not. Honestly, he thinks he’s a nice guy. He’s never rude to people just for the hell of it. He’s actually incredibly polite, thanks to his upbringing in high society. He opens car doors for women and says please and thank you so often that it seems like an uncontrollable tic. Once you get to know him, he’s pretty damn nice. The problem is, he doesn’t let too many people get to know him.
Contrary to popular belief, Emery has a sense of humour. Hell, it’s all he has. He was an only child growing up and he’s never been the most popular kid in school, so he had to learn how to laugh at stuff in order to get by. He’s ridiculously sarcastic and his sense of humour is quite cynical. Emery rarely take things seriously though, if you know him at all and hadn’t noticed by now. Most of all, he doesn’t take himself seriously. He’s incredibly self-deprecating, to the point that some people become uncomfortable around him because he never stops making fun of himself and they don’t know how to respond. People don’t know how to respond to his jokes in general, actually. It’s probably because everyone assumes he’s so damn quiet and shy, and then once in a while he’ll make a crack out of nowhere and people just stare at him in shock instead of laughing. Some really good lines have gone to waste that way, and Emery ends up just looking like an insane fool who laughs to himself, alone in the corner.
Emery’s way cooler than he sounds. At least he hopes he is. He’ll own up to being a geek, yes, but he’s never been that kid who tells on you to the teacher just to suck up or who is always whining ‘but we’ll get in trouble!’ Emery has always been of the opinion that if other people want to do stupid shit, that’s their problem, not his. He is far from being opposed to breaking rules. Lots of rules are idiotic to begin with, so why stick to them? Basically, he thinks people should do what they want, as long as they don’t end up screwing over anyone but themselves.
That about sums him up. Sarcastic, a bit nerdy, intuitive, unnaturally polite, paranoid, pessimistic, independent, nice, funny (he’d like to think so, anyways), and all-around weird. Poor guy thinks he‘s one strange human being, and he would swear his life on the fact that only-children never come out right.
Greatest Character Strength: Intelligence
Worst Character Flaw: Pessimistic
Family Background and Childhood
Location of Home Residence: San Francisco, California
Academy Funding: Parents pay in full.
Family Background: Emery wouldn’t ever go into great detail about how he came to be, because come on, who really wants to hear about their parents doing the nasty? Especially since his mom was 42 and his father was 51 when they did it. He supposes they finally realized that they weren’t immortal and had to reproduce before it was too late. And for all their hard work (… gross), they got him! He’s Emery Tristan Feltham. Snobby name, he‘s aware. He thinks his parents purposely chose something that would sound snooty and heir-like. His parents are a bit snooty themselves. His dad is Graham Feltham, son of George Feltham, creator of Feltham Bank. Translation? Emery’s parents are rolling in the bucks and they’re pretty damn proud of it. Obnoxiously so, sometimes. His grandfather came from money anyways, but creating his own line of banks just multiplied his money like mad. He went from being a mere millionaire to a multi-millionaire. Then he died and Graham inherited the banks, and he multiplied that money again. Emery’s family doesn’t have to scrape up crumbs, let’s put it that way. They have maids to do that. It does sound snobby, but it‘s also true.
Emery’s upbringing was typical for a society kid, which means that it was completely abnormal in comparison to a normal childhood. He had custom tuxes made for him since the age of 3, and was forced to rub elbows with America’s rich and famous. And that means forced. He was never a big fan of those big parties full of people air-kissing each other and pretending to care about each other’s tropical vacations while sipping champagne. It just seemed really fake to him, even back then. Unfortunately, his parents thought they were fabulous and forced him to attend so they could show him off like a racing horse. Luckily, by the age of 8 Emery learned how to worm his way out of it so he could stay home and play Super Nintendo. He was already a geek by then, apparently. His attempts to avoid boring soirees were probably the origin of his habit of lying, but really, it was necessary for his sanity. His parents were kind of irritated when they realized what lengths Emery was willing to go to in order to avoid socializing with the snob club, but hey, he was irritated with the way that his dad was too old and busy to play catch with him. Emery ended up sucking in gym class throughout primary school until he managed to catch up in skills by the time third grade rolled around. Between the lack of sports knowledge, collection of sweater vests his mother dressed him in, and his love of math, Emery wasn’t exactly the coolest kid at the playground. He managed to dress myself and play sports fairly well by the time he was in fourth grade, but by then, the damage was done. He was Emery Feltham: Supernerd! Great. He had friends though, don’t get think he was too bad off. Somebody had to be friends with that kid who smelt weird and that other kid who kept getting lice, and Emery got to be that lucky friend. The smelly kid, the lice kid, and the sweater vest kid. What a trio.
His family moved across town after elementary school – a mansion upgrade. He didn’t get to do much better at his new school. He had ditched the sweater vests long ago, but he was still the kind of guy who preferred to play video games than sports. He wasn’t totally useless in gym class anymore, but he just was never a fan of the whole team thing. Anyways, middle school age was the start of his paranoia. In elementary school, no one cared what your family was like. In middle school, however, everyone started to understand how money worked and it didn’t take long for everyone to realize that Emery probably had more money than the rest of them put together. In a few months, he went from being a lonely nerd to being one of the most popular guys in school. Weird? Yeah, but he wasn’t going to argue. Single player mode was getting a bit boring, to be honest. Things went on like that until his seventh grade year. He’d always been a bit suspicious of his new friends’ motives since they always seemed to be more interested in his stuff than in him, but then he overheard them talking about him one day and it just confirmed everything. Long story short, Emery got really pissed off and ended up getting suspended for two weeks for fighting and destruction of school property. Funny thing was, he hardly moved a muscle, things just kind of exploded? He wasn’t really sure what happened. The staff at school didn’t care, of course, about the strange situation, only that some glass was broken. Everyone was shocked that quiet, nerdy Emery could deliver a wicked left hook, or even contemplate breaking school property. Some people were even impressed, but his father wasn’t one of them.
In response to his suspension and the strangeness of the events surrounding it, Emery’s father decided he’d be best off attending a snobby private high school. When he told Emery, he was so ticked that he tried to steal one of his precious sports cars and take off, but Graham had him picked up by the police within an hour. It was a stupid move on Emery’s part. A Ferrari in the middle of nowhere isn’t exactly the best vehicle to go into hiding with, especially when it’s a manual and he never learned how to drive stick and kept stalling it at every light. But he was too angry to think clearly, obviously. In the end, Graham and Emery came to an agreement that he would attend this precious private school, seeing as his father explained about the school, why it was chosen, and they had ‘the talk‘, only it wasn‘t ‘the talk‘, it was the ‘son, you‘re a wizard and it‘s the only thing we‘ve found to do with you‘ talk.
Emery didn‘t know much about magic, or really, nothing much at all, and became slightly obsessed with figuring it out. The school, Kameons, had enough prestige that his father didn’t put up any argument, having picked it out himself, and the curiosity and wonder about the whole new magical world kept Emery happy enough to go. He thought maybe things would be different with some magical folk. While he didn’t have too many problems in normal school, he was sick of most of the stuck-up idiots who populated it, and wished to avoid any further contact with them. He just wanted to have a fresh start – not that it would make much of a difference. He’s still the exact same person as before, so things basically turned out the same. Years of feeling used have kind of made him skeptical towards anybody’s intentions, so he’s still not the most popular kid around because he refuse to make friends with most of the population, though he has made more than a few friends at KA. Oh, and he’s definitely still a geek. Plays video games, talks about video games, does Math just for fun. Most people at KA probably don’t even realize he exists, and those who do likely think of him mainly as a quiet, polite guy who no one really seems to know that well. Some people probably assume he’s a rich snob too, which isn’t the truth. He’s just a rich weirdo, that’s all.
Pet Registration
Pet Species: None that he brings along to KA with him.
Pet’s Name: N/A
Pet’s Gender: N/A
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Getting To Know You
Your Name: Charles “Chuck” Norris
Your Age: 54
Your Location: Campaigning with Mike Huckabee
What You Love: Roundhouse kicking.
How You Found Kameons: It found me.
Comments, Questions, Concerns: Every Tuesday, I worry that I may have a swollen prostate gland.
Character’s Full Name: Emery Tristan Feltham
Character’s Gender: Male
Character’s Current Age: Eighteen
Character’s Date of Birth: July 3, his parents love the Autumn lovin’… but he’d be more along the lines of thinking ew, take that back, they’re both virgins. He’s a miracle baby.
Character’s Registered Bloodtype: Muggleborn
Wand Details
Wand Core Type: Crystal Shard
Wand Encasing: Silver
Wand Length: A pitiful 8 inches of hard metal.
Wand Hand: Right
Character Details
Physical Description: Everyone says that Emery looks like his mom. That's quite offensive to him, you know? What guy wants to look like a girl? But in a way, he really does quite resemble her. It isn’t in a specific feature or color or any of that, it’s just that he looks a bit.. soft? They mean that he looks... delicate or something. It's embarrassing for him, really.
From the very tip top. Emery’s hair is the one thing he got from my father, but he’s not all that proud of it. It kind of lacks a color. It used to be pure white, but it got darker over the years until it ended up at the verge of dirty blonde and light brown that it is now, in his eighteenth year of life. He tries to keep it fairly short, but it grows really quickly and sometimes he just can't be bothered with it. It's naturally messy, like something died on top of his head. The poor guy breaks about 3 combs every year...
As stated before, Emery looks like his mother. He’s got a fairly small face with high cheekbones. Very...delicate as one would say. His eyes are a fairly light green. It's odd, because his father's eyes are brown, and so are his mom’s. His dad always says that he got his great grandmother's eyes. If one were to associate them with a shape, it would be almond. They're not too big, nor are they squinty.
They kid’s pretty damn short, and he‘ll tell you so himself. He’s about 5'8, which is a pathetic height for an eighteen year old male, but people do say he looks taller than he really is. He’s got long legs and that makes people think that he’s tall, when actually the legs are about the only thing to his height. Everyone says, 'Emery, you're too thin!' Well, he says screw off. He’s fine with the way he is, and he does eat. Usually. He’s that kind of kid who forgets to eat sometimes though. He just has better things to do, and so sometimes he kind of needs someone to remind him to eat.
Another thing people say is 'Emery, you've got such fair skin.' which translates to 'Emery, you're so pale that you must burn under candlelight.' He’s sad to say it, but this one is fairly true. Emery’s incredibly pale... He doesn't exactly burn under candlelight, but you can see his veins and stuff... Short, skinny, and transparent. Lovely, hmm?
Personality Description: Emery Feltham. You may know him as your friendly neighborhood
As a result, Emery is probably too independent for his own good. It helps that he’s got a knack for sizing people up. It’s like having women’s intuition without having a uterus or an excess of estrogen. Emery can just speak to someone for a few minutes and can make a pretty accurate guess as to what kind of person they are. A good part of the time, he doesn’t even have to talk to them. He’s more quiet than loud, so spends a lot of time just observing, and he’s become skilled at figuring out who people are by observing them as they go about their business. Basically, if you’re being fake, he’ll be able to tell, so you might as well just save yourself the time and give up now. It’s like having a built-in bullshit detector. A super-strength lie detector in his head, even. But the upside of it is that it helps Emery to be quite the fantastic liar. He’s gotten to the point where he’s so good at picking out other people’s dishonesties that he’s learned how to spout out a few lies himself in a completely convincing way. It’s funny how a guy who completely loathes lying isn’t always the most honest person himself. Hypocritical? Maybe. Necessary for the guy to save his ass sometimes? You bet.
The downside of having such good intuition? Emery’s so used to seeing right through people’s acts that he’s started to get a bit… paranoid. He’s really so used to seeing fake people that he’s started to assume that everybody is fake. Let’s just say that he has some trust issues. When Emery meets someone, he just can’t stop trying to analyze them until he finds a fatal flaw that can give me a reason to blow them off. Some people might even think he’s some sort of rich snob who thinks he’s too good for everyone else, but that’s not the truth. Emery doesn’t think he’s special and perfect at all. Hell, he thinks he’s the world’s biggest reject, actually. But some people tend to assume that he’s only withdrawn because he thinks he’s above the general population, not because he’s some sort of crazy, paranoid hermit.
At times, the guy can seem like a complete asshole, but he’d swear to you on his life that he’s not. Honestly, he thinks he’s a nice guy. He’s never rude to people just for the hell of it. He’s actually incredibly polite, thanks to his upbringing in high society. He opens car doors for women and says please and thank you so often that it seems like an uncontrollable tic. Once you get to know him, he’s pretty damn nice. The problem is, he doesn’t let too many people get to know him.
Contrary to popular belief, Emery has a sense of humour. Hell, it’s all he has. He was an only child growing up and he’s never been the most popular kid in school, so he had to learn how to laugh at stuff in order to get by. He’s ridiculously sarcastic and his sense of humour is quite cynical. Emery rarely take things seriously though, if you know him at all and hadn’t noticed by now. Most of all, he doesn’t take himself seriously. He’s incredibly self-deprecating, to the point that some people become uncomfortable around him because he never stops making fun of himself and they don’t know how to respond. People don’t know how to respond to his jokes in general, actually. It’s probably because everyone assumes he’s so damn quiet and shy, and then once in a while he’ll make a crack out of nowhere and people just stare at him in shock instead of laughing. Some really good lines have gone to waste that way, and Emery ends up just looking like an insane fool who laughs to himself, alone in the corner.
Emery’s way cooler than he sounds. At least he hopes he is. He’ll own up to being a geek, yes, but he’s never been that kid who tells on you to the teacher just to suck up or who is always whining ‘but we’ll get in trouble!’ Emery has always been of the opinion that if other people want to do stupid shit, that’s their problem, not his. He is far from being opposed to breaking rules. Lots of rules are idiotic to begin with, so why stick to them? Basically, he thinks people should do what they want, as long as they don’t end up screwing over anyone but themselves.
That about sums him up. Sarcastic, a bit nerdy, intuitive, unnaturally polite, paranoid, pessimistic, independent, nice, funny (he’d like to think so, anyways), and all-around weird. Poor guy thinks he‘s one strange human being, and he would swear his life on the fact that only-children never come out right.
Greatest Character Strength: Intelligence
Worst Character Flaw: Pessimistic
Family Background and Childhood
Location of Home Residence: San Francisco, California
Academy Funding: Parents pay in full.
Family Background: Emery wouldn’t ever go into great detail about how he came to be, because come on, who really wants to hear about their parents doing the nasty? Especially since his mom was 42 and his father was 51 when they did it. He supposes they finally realized that they weren’t immortal and had to reproduce before it was too late. And for all their hard work (… gross), they got him! He’s Emery Tristan Feltham. Snobby name, he‘s aware. He thinks his parents purposely chose something that would sound snooty and heir-like. His parents are a bit snooty themselves. His dad is Graham Feltham, son of George Feltham, creator of Feltham Bank. Translation? Emery’s parents are rolling in the bucks and they’re pretty damn proud of it. Obnoxiously so, sometimes. His grandfather came from money anyways, but creating his own line of banks just multiplied his money like mad. He went from being a mere millionaire to a multi-millionaire. Then he died and Graham inherited the banks, and he multiplied that money again. Emery’s family doesn’t have to scrape up crumbs, let’s put it that way. They have maids to do that. It does sound snobby, but it‘s also true.
Emery’s upbringing was typical for a society kid, which means that it was completely abnormal in comparison to a normal childhood. He had custom tuxes made for him since the age of 3, and was forced to rub elbows with America’s rich and famous. And that means forced. He was never a big fan of those big parties full of people air-kissing each other and pretending to care about each other’s tropical vacations while sipping champagne. It just seemed really fake to him, even back then. Unfortunately, his parents thought they were fabulous and forced him to attend so they could show him off like a racing horse. Luckily, by the age of 8 Emery learned how to worm his way out of it so he could stay home and play Super Nintendo. He was already a geek by then, apparently. His attempts to avoid boring soirees were probably the origin of his habit of lying, but really, it was necessary for his sanity. His parents were kind of irritated when they realized what lengths Emery was willing to go to in order to avoid socializing with the snob club, but hey, he was irritated with the way that his dad was too old and busy to play catch with him. Emery ended up sucking in gym class throughout primary school until he managed to catch up in skills by the time third grade rolled around. Between the lack of sports knowledge, collection of sweater vests his mother dressed him in, and his love of math, Emery wasn’t exactly the coolest kid at the playground. He managed to dress myself and play sports fairly well by the time he was in fourth grade, but by then, the damage was done. He was Emery Feltham: Supernerd! Great. He had friends though, don’t get think he was too bad off. Somebody had to be friends with that kid who smelt weird and that other kid who kept getting lice, and Emery got to be that lucky friend. The smelly kid, the lice kid, and the sweater vest kid. What a trio.
His family moved across town after elementary school – a mansion upgrade. He didn’t get to do much better at his new school. He had ditched the sweater vests long ago, but he was still the kind of guy who preferred to play video games than sports. He wasn’t totally useless in gym class anymore, but he just was never a fan of the whole team thing. Anyways, middle school age was the start of his paranoia. In elementary school, no one cared what your family was like. In middle school, however, everyone started to understand how money worked and it didn’t take long for everyone to realize that Emery probably had more money than the rest of them put together. In a few months, he went from being a lonely nerd to being one of the most popular guys in school. Weird? Yeah, but he wasn’t going to argue. Single player mode was getting a bit boring, to be honest. Things went on like that until his seventh grade year. He’d always been a bit suspicious of his new friends’ motives since they always seemed to be more interested in his stuff than in him, but then he overheard them talking about him one day and it just confirmed everything. Long story short, Emery got really pissed off and ended up getting suspended for two weeks for fighting and destruction of school property. Funny thing was, he hardly moved a muscle, things just kind of exploded? He wasn’t really sure what happened. The staff at school didn’t care, of course, about the strange situation, only that some glass was broken. Everyone was shocked that quiet, nerdy Emery could deliver a wicked left hook, or even contemplate breaking school property. Some people were even impressed, but his father wasn’t one of them.
In response to his suspension and the strangeness of the events surrounding it, Emery’s father decided he’d be best off attending a snobby private high school. When he told Emery, he was so ticked that he tried to steal one of his precious sports cars and take off, but Graham had him picked up by the police within an hour. It was a stupid move on Emery’s part. A Ferrari in the middle of nowhere isn’t exactly the best vehicle to go into hiding with, especially when it’s a manual and he never learned how to drive stick and kept stalling it at every light. But he was too angry to think clearly, obviously. In the end, Graham and Emery came to an agreement that he would attend this precious private school, seeing as his father explained about the school, why it was chosen, and they had ‘the talk‘, only it wasn‘t ‘the talk‘, it was the ‘son, you‘re a wizard and it‘s the only thing we‘ve found to do with you‘ talk.
Emery didn‘t know much about magic, or really, nothing much at all, and became slightly obsessed with figuring it out. The school, Kameons, had enough prestige that his father didn’t put up any argument, having picked it out himself, and the curiosity and wonder about the whole new magical world kept Emery happy enough to go. He thought maybe things would be different with some magical folk. While he didn’t have too many problems in normal school, he was sick of most of the stuck-up idiots who populated it, and wished to avoid any further contact with them. He just wanted to have a fresh start – not that it would make much of a difference. He’s still the exact same person as before, so things basically turned out the same. Years of feeling used have kind of made him skeptical towards anybody’s intentions, so he’s still not the most popular kid around because he refuse to make friends with most of the population, though he has made more than a few friends at KA. Oh, and he’s definitely still a geek. Plays video games, talks about video games, does Math just for fun. Most people at KA probably don’t even realize he exists, and those who do likely think of him mainly as a quiet, polite guy who no one really seems to know that well. Some people probably assume he’s a rich snob too, which isn’t the truth. He’s just a rich weirdo, that’s all.
Pet Registration
Pet Species: None that he brings along to KA with him.
Pet’s Name: N/A
Pet’s Gender: N/A
Pet’s Physical Description: N/A
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Getting To Know You
Your Name: Charles “Chuck” Norris
Your Age: 54
Your Location: Campaigning with Mike Huckabee
What You Love: Roundhouse kicking.
How You Found Kameons: It found me.
Comments, Questions, Concerns: Every Tuesday, I worry that I may have a swollen prostate gland.
