┈ ✁✃✁✃┈Roland Donte Finch┈✃✁✃✁ ┈

❝ God is just an illusion the poor man makes to dream of a better life. ❞

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《 ғυll naмe 》Roland Donte Flinch

《 age 》23

《 gender 》Male

《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》December 1st

《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human

《 вlood тype 》A-

《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Straight

《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Chaotic Evil

《 eмployмenт 》Ex Priest; Healer

《 ѕтaтυѕ 》 Unturned

❝ How pathetic, you still believe in a god while living through this hell? ❞

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《 нeιgнт 》5'9

《 weιgнт 》180 lb

《 eye color 》Baby blue eyes

《 ѕĸιn 》Neutral Band

《 нaιrѕтyle》Fluffy side part, and a small tuff of hair braided to the side to show heavenly dedication.

《 pιercιngѕ 》A small sliver cross engraved into the back of his neck.

《 вιrтнмarĸѕ 》A star on the bottom of his foot

《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》Light and flashy but durable

❝ You think your better than me, but you are nothing, you're only alive because I allow it. ❞

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《 good тraιтѕ 》

//Loyal

//Determined

//Over achiever

《 вad тraιтѕ 》

//Cunning

//Snarky

//A bit narcissistic

《 lιĸeѕ 》

//Shiny things

//Free spirited thinkers

//Birds

《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》

//Dirt

//Vegetables

//Rules

《 ғearѕ 》His biggest fear is becoming a mindless drone, doing barely enough to survive and following idiotic rules and ideologies, to combat that at times he'd do spur of the moment things and holds no regrets.

《 нoввιeѕ 》Drinking, partying, going on adventures.

❝ If the only thing you do with your life is repress yourself to follow someone who is too much of a coward to even show himself, then what are you living for? Make me your god, let me show you the free world. ❞

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The son of very strict and religious noble's, Roland was brought to the temple at a young age when he started to show signs of individuality, or 'rebellion' as his parents called it. The temple did all they could to reform him into a good child, but every attempt just made him a better liar and more cunning. He had faked his way up through the ranks till he sat at the right hand of the high priest, secretly gunning to take over his position and turning the temple on it's head, but before he could make his dream a reality, a deadly disease spread, and of course the temple were the first responders to such a bad out break. Fortunately Roland was having none of that and used his position to get him and some friends out of the duty.
Years later the once ill/dead patients now roam around, eyes filled with madness and teeth filled with human flesh. Roland was now by himself and barely surviving, the lifestyle was driving him insane.