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CHOS ZY'ROTH. MANDALORIAN. MERCENARY. NEW GUY.
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NAME: Chos Zy'roth
AGE: 25 (Roughly)
SPECIES: Human (Mandalorian)
FORCE: Yes; Untrained & Unaware
FACTION: Ha'rangir's Chosen
RANK:
Mercenary
HEIGHT: 1.778 Meters (177.8 cm)
WEIGHT: 72.57 KG
HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blonde
EYE COLOR: Hazel Green
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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MARKSMANSHIP:
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██ Pistol ██ Rifle/Carbine
PILOTING:
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Chos stands at 1.8m and weighs about 160 pounds, making him somewhat average among humans. He's on the leaner side and is noticeably muscular with broad shoulders. Chos prides himself on constantly being in peak physical shape and improving his already toned core and larger biceps. Some would say he's quite the lady-killer. He has glaring hazel-green eyes, and golden blonde hair that he has shaped in to a crew cut. Along Chos's body you'll find a few scars and many tattoos. He has three large, deep, parallel scars scaling up most of his back from a run-in with a Shriek-Hawk. He also has a small linear scar on the right side of his neck, which was earned in a knife fight.
As for tattoos, he has talons tattooed over both of his hands and a tattoo of a Krayt Dragon covering his entire right arm and shoulder.
Attributes and Skills:
Due to his constant conditioning, Chos has a large amount of stamina; however he is not exactly the fastest sprinter in the galaxy.He's tested his stamina again and again as he has found himself quite literally running from newfound foes on Tatooine, he doesn't always outrun them but when it's time to fight he's still got a lot left in him. Chos has always been committed to being "just about as strong as the enemy" , but often finds himself being more flexible than strong. He can lift another human of the same size and can do backflips to a certain degree, however he always finds himself losing most of his fist fights. He can throw a mean punch, but not mean enough to knock anyone out.
Chos tries his best to always be a tactical quick thinker, rather than a strategic one. Despite his tactical nature, Chos isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He's a terrible mathematician, a mediocre strategist, and a little too forgetful. His largest trait (and perhaps biggest downfall) is his commitment. If Chos is determined to take a target down or fulfill a promise, he will get it accomplish it at any cost to himself, and often others. With this level of commitment comes outstanding amounts of loyalty to those he trusts. Chos is never the first to question someones morals and almost never attempts to assume deceit in those he trusts.
While Chos isn't the best strategist, he can shoot strikingly well. He grew up around blasters and always felt comfortable with a rifle stock against his shoulders. Very rarely will Chos miss his mark with a rifle of any kind, be that as it may he still hasn't fine-tuned his skills with pistols. His skills with a pistol may not be well refined, but have no doubt, he can still pull off a decent shot.
He also knows basic droid maintenance, has a slight southern accent, and is fluent in basic and Mando'a
BIOGRAPHY:
EARLY LIFE: Chos was born into a fairly wealthy family on Mandalore, his parent's names were Vruck and Valen Zy'roth. His father, an extremely large hulk of a man with balding brown hair, had made a large sum of money from bounty hunting in the past and decided to retire once Chos was born. His mother was a small woman, with long blond hair that fell to her shoulders. One trait that all three family member shared was their hazel eyes.Things were always relatively calm for Clan Zy'roth, as the members of the clan were few and did not cause trouble.His family in particular lived on a large estate with a little farm outside, and his uncle was literally a Nerf herder, so things were quiet. Unfortunately,things didn't stay too calm forever. When Chos was 3 years old, he was eating lunch when his father, Vruck, entered their large house with a bloodied arm, saddened face, and a blaster in hand. He collapsed on a nearby lounge chair as tears slowly rolled down his cheek. He turned too young Chos, then to his wife and said solemnly, "My brother is dead.". Nobody knew who had killed Chos's uncle, when Vruck heard blaster fire he entered his brother, Tridu's, house. He found Tridu bleeding out on the floor and caressed him as he died. Or atleast that's what he would have the clan believe.
Adolescence: Chos's parents had decided to homeschool him until he was 12 years old. After that he was sent off to real school, where he found himself struggling in almost every class that didn't involve engineering of some sort. By the time Chos was 13 he was using his cunning nature to cut classes without his parent's knowledge. It was reflected in performance, but his parent's didn't seem to care. They seemed invested in something else.
One day that Chos had decided to cut class, he determined it'd be a good use of his time to go for a run. Exercise and and basic mechanical engineering seemed to be the only things Chos was good at. After about an hour of jogging, he sat down on a bench to relax. He turned to his left and saw somebody else sitting on the bench. The kid was about his age and when Chos greeted him, he introduced himself as Llad Curs. Turned out Llad was was also cutting class that day, and the two became immediate friends.
When school was out, Chos's father would take him and Llad out to shoot. They'd hunt the local fauna and do plenty of target practice. This rotation of break activities, hanging out with Llad and "Attending" school would continue until Chos was 16. Things started to turn for the worse. Members of Clan Zy'roth were being killed, and nobody knew who was doing it. Chos spent more time practicing with his father's spare blaster so he could defend himself. By the time Chos was 17 all his aunts and uncles were dead, along with half his cousins.
One night Chos came home extremely late. He heard a strange noise coming from the basement, a mumbling of sorts. Normally the basement was only used as storage for a massive vault, because Vruck kept all his credits cashed and stashed. Chos wondered in to the basement and saw his father wielding a knife as he saw one of his cousins, covered in blood, slump to the ground. Chos didn't make a sound as he surveyed the room. He located a chart on the wall. The wall had an image of every member of the Zy'roth clan except for Chos, Vruck and Valen. He noticed a good number of images had red marks over them, and soon realized they were his deceased clan members. As Chos was turning around to leave the basement before his father noticed, he caught a glimpse of something. It was an image of Llad, on the board. Chos covered his mouth as he gasped and silently ran up the stairs.
Chos sprinted in to his room and pondered whether he should sneak out and warn Llad. Chos decided against it, convincing himself that his father wouldn't for Llad anytime soon and that if he did, Llad could defend himself well enough. The thought of warning his clan, however, never crossed his mind. Despite what he saw, Chos was still a loyal son and wasn't blinded by his lack of judgement.
The following day Chos left early to find Llad. What he hadn't noticed was his father wasn't anywhere to be found that morning. Chos hadn't realized how much of a fool he had been until it was too late. Chos never saw Llad again, and by his 18th birthday his family was the last of Clan Zy'roth.
Early Adulthood: Chos knew he had to make his father pay. He was still bewildered by the fact that he, the only one with the knowledge to stop the systematic killings, had done nothing. He had sat silently out of fear. Chos wasn't going to stand down any longer. A week after his 18th birthday, Chos spoke with his mother in private about his discovery. He made sure to leave out that he had known about this for months. Vruck was currently out, and they had roughly an hour before he came back. When the psychopathic murderer returned, he was not greeted by a kiss on the cheek from his wife, but rather a holdout blaster pointed at his head. Valen was ready to pull the trigger when Vruck kicked her feet out from under her, grabbed the blaster as it fell and killed her. Just like that. What Vruck had failed to notice was his son, hiding in the basement stairwell. Using his old training blaster, Chos peeked out from the stairs and shot his father. Vruck went down so quickly, he probably never felt it.
That night, the bewildered Mando buried his mother and father outside the estate, marking both graves using steel poles with red cloaks attached to them. Upon reentering the house, he went down to the basement and systematically went through all his father's pictures on notes he had written on the targets. At the end of the notes, Chos discovered an essay written by his father on how he needed to cleanse Mandalore of the "pacifist scum"that Clan Zy'roth had become. Apparently the insane father had tainted the clan's name ever further after Chos released the information to the neighboring clans. The only thing worse than not having the fighting spirit inside of you, was betraying your clan, your brothers.
Months after the incident, Chos still rarely left the house. He had developed a habit of drinking too much, and having more spice than he could handle. Eventually he got up and decided to clean up his act, and set out to restore honor to his name. The Mando blew a hole in his father's vault and raided the glorious amount of credits inside. It was enough to buy him maintenance for his clan's old ship,armor, and an extensive arsenal. Chos stayed on Mandalore for another month or so, honing his skills on the rampant wildlife. However, after earned a nasty scar from a Shriek-Hawk, he decided it was time to go.
Although his father was a murderous scumbag, Chos still followed his advice. He recalled tales of his father boasting of exploits and glorious hunts on Tatooine. As soon as the young Mandalorian had his ship fueled, he was off to the rest of the Outer Rim, with his first stop being Tatooine. After residing on Tatooine for a week, he discovered a small guild of mercenaries. They were all freelance hunters, finding a score wherever they could. They called themselves the Slicer 5. They were five mercenaries who were exceptionally good with tech, and often scored their bounties through exploiting the target's tech to get the job done. Either that or they set up some clever explosive death-trap, they almost never used a blaster. That changed when they met the Mando. They instantly fell in love with the young Mando and soon Slicer 5 was Slicer 6, and there were a few more blaster fights than ever before.
Slicer 6 was notoriously good at their jobs. Whether it be freeing slaves from a slaver, taking down a figurehead, or wiping out sand people camps located outside the town. Most of the successes were attributed to Chos being very good bait. Is uncensored sarcastic mouth and barrages of blaster fire gave the team plenty of room to work. Of course, being bait often included running for miles across the hot plains of Tatooine with a village of sand people in close pursuit.
When Chos wasn't bait, he was the deadly assassin. When somebody wanted an annoying diplomat offed, they were dead within the day. Chos rarely fired more than one bolt at every target. Albeit he often killed his target quickly, bodyguards and and other armed parties weren't always the same case. Chos would never flee unless he needed too, but never stuck around too long. He learned his lesson after a local brute left him with a nice scar on this neck from a nearly-fatal shot, so Chos knew how to time his arrivals and exits. Despite the close bond the group of mercs and hunters shared, they had never seen each other's faces; even the older members had no idea what the crew looked like, nor what their real names were. But it didn't matter because the jobs were fun and the credits were nice.
Unfortunately, the glory days couldn't last forever. Eventually Slicer 6 was Slicer 5 again, then 4, then 3 as members slowly passed from situations that got a little too sticky. The two others that still remained eventually threw in the towel out of fear. It was easy for the Crew to part, as none of them had seen each other's faces.
After everyone left Slicer 6, Chos decided he wouldn't throw in the towel for hunting. The Mando guessed seven years had passed, and the past seven years had been the most fun he'd ever had. Whether he was on Tatooine or not, he wasn't going to stop now. The young hunter eventually started up his ship and took off in to the galaxy in search for bigger goals, more determined companions, redemption, and a whole lot of credits.
Ship:
Alabaster Escort Freighter
Nicknamed the "The Outsider", this light freighter was captured by clan Zy'roth over 5 years ago from visiting pirates. The additional cargo bay has been rigged with a self-destruct system and the main hold has been refitted to store weapons much more effectively.
Droid:
M4-L73 is an M-series utility droid that was captured from the same pirates that were piloting "The Outsider". His primary function is navigation and co-piloting of "The Outsider".
Armor:
Chos wears a dark red and black set of Mandalorian armor
Arsenal:
[Usually kept on person] [Usually kept in weapons bay]
[- Two thermal detonators]
[- Small, right wrist-mounted explosive dart with three
refills on arm.]
[-Wrist mounted retractable vibro-blade]
[-NOVA 67 Carbine]
[-B-8R Blaster]
[- Armor-mounted Z-4 Jetpack]
[- Low-ammo holdout blasters over both wrists]
[- Cluster Missile payload on Jetpack]
[- XPC-71 Rifle w/ adjustable scope]
[- FR Mark 22 Sniper]
AGE: 25 (Roughly)
SPECIES: Human (Mandalorian)
FORCE: Yes; Untrained & Unaware
FACTION: Ha'rangir's Chosen
RANK:
Mercenary
HEIGHT: 1.778 Meters (177.8 cm)
WEIGHT: 72.57 KG
HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blonde
EYE COLOR: Hazel Green
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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MARKSMANSHIP:
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██ Pistol ██ Rifle/Carbine
PILOTING:
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Chos stands at 1.8m and weighs about 160 pounds, making him somewhat average among humans. He's on the leaner side and is noticeably muscular with broad shoulders. Chos prides himself on constantly being in peak physical shape and improving his already toned core and larger biceps. Some would say he's quite the lady-killer. He has glaring hazel-green eyes, and golden blonde hair that he has shaped in to a crew cut. Along Chos's body you'll find a few scars and many tattoos. He has three large, deep, parallel scars scaling up most of his back from a run-in with a Shriek-Hawk. He also has a small linear scar on the right side of his neck, which was earned in a knife fight.
As for tattoos, he has talons tattooed over both of his hands and a tattoo of a Krayt Dragon covering his entire right arm and shoulder.
Attributes and Skills:
Due to his constant conditioning, Chos has a large amount of stamina; however he is not exactly the fastest sprinter in the galaxy.He's tested his stamina again and again as he has found himself quite literally running from newfound foes on Tatooine, he doesn't always outrun them but when it's time to fight he's still got a lot left in him. Chos has always been committed to being "just about as strong as the enemy" , but often finds himself being more flexible than strong. He can lift another human of the same size and can do backflips to a certain degree, however he always finds himself losing most of his fist fights. He can throw a mean punch, but not mean enough to knock anyone out.
Chos tries his best to always be a tactical quick thinker, rather than a strategic one. Despite his tactical nature, Chos isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He's a terrible mathematician, a mediocre strategist, and a little too forgetful. His largest trait (and perhaps biggest downfall) is his commitment. If Chos is determined to take a target down or fulfill a promise, he will get it accomplish it at any cost to himself, and often others. With this level of commitment comes outstanding amounts of loyalty to those he trusts. Chos is never the first to question someones morals and almost never attempts to assume deceit in those he trusts.
While Chos isn't the best strategist, he can shoot strikingly well. He grew up around blasters and always felt comfortable with a rifle stock against his shoulders. Very rarely will Chos miss his mark with a rifle of any kind, be that as it may he still hasn't fine-tuned his skills with pistols. His skills with a pistol may not be well refined, but have no doubt, he can still pull off a decent shot.
He also knows basic droid maintenance, has a slight southern accent, and is fluent in basic and Mando'a
BIOGRAPHY:
EARLY LIFE: Chos was born into a fairly wealthy family on Mandalore, his parent's names were Vruck and Valen Zy'roth. His father, an extremely large hulk of a man with balding brown hair, had made a large sum of money from bounty hunting in the past and decided to retire once Chos was born. His mother was a small woman, with long blond hair that fell to her shoulders. One trait that all three family member shared was their hazel eyes.Things were always relatively calm for Clan Zy'roth, as the members of the clan were few and did not cause trouble.His family in particular lived on a large estate with a little farm outside, and his uncle was literally a Nerf herder, so things were quiet. Unfortunately,things didn't stay too calm forever. When Chos was 3 years old, he was eating lunch when his father, Vruck, entered their large house with a bloodied arm, saddened face, and a blaster in hand. He collapsed on a nearby lounge chair as tears slowly rolled down his cheek. He turned too young Chos, then to his wife and said solemnly, "My brother is dead.". Nobody knew who had killed Chos's uncle, when Vruck heard blaster fire he entered his brother, Tridu's, house. He found Tridu bleeding out on the floor and caressed him as he died. Or atleast that's what he would have the clan believe.
Adolescence: Chos's parents had decided to homeschool him until he was 12 years old. After that he was sent off to real school, where he found himself struggling in almost every class that didn't involve engineering of some sort. By the time Chos was 13 he was using his cunning nature to cut classes without his parent's knowledge. It was reflected in performance, but his parent's didn't seem to care. They seemed invested in something else.
One day that Chos had decided to cut class, he determined it'd be a good use of his time to go for a run. Exercise and and basic mechanical engineering seemed to be the only things Chos was good at. After about an hour of jogging, he sat down on a bench to relax. He turned to his left and saw somebody else sitting on the bench. The kid was about his age and when Chos greeted him, he introduced himself as Llad Curs. Turned out Llad was was also cutting class that day, and the two became immediate friends.
When school was out, Chos's father would take him and Llad out to shoot. They'd hunt the local fauna and do plenty of target practice. This rotation of break activities, hanging out with Llad and "Attending" school would continue until Chos was 16. Things started to turn for the worse. Members of Clan Zy'roth were being killed, and nobody knew who was doing it. Chos spent more time practicing with his father's spare blaster so he could defend himself. By the time Chos was 17 all his aunts and uncles were dead, along with half his cousins.
One night Chos came home extremely late. He heard a strange noise coming from the basement, a mumbling of sorts. Normally the basement was only used as storage for a massive vault, because Vruck kept all his credits cashed and stashed. Chos wondered in to the basement and saw his father wielding a knife as he saw one of his cousins, covered in blood, slump to the ground. Chos didn't make a sound as he surveyed the room. He located a chart on the wall. The wall had an image of every member of the Zy'roth clan except for Chos, Vruck and Valen. He noticed a good number of images had red marks over them, and soon realized they were his deceased clan members. As Chos was turning around to leave the basement before his father noticed, he caught a glimpse of something. It was an image of Llad, on the board. Chos covered his mouth as he gasped and silently ran up the stairs.
Chos sprinted in to his room and pondered whether he should sneak out and warn Llad. Chos decided against it, convincing himself that his father wouldn't for Llad anytime soon and that if he did, Llad could defend himself well enough. The thought of warning his clan, however, never crossed his mind. Despite what he saw, Chos was still a loyal son and wasn't blinded by his lack of judgement.
The following day Chos left early to find Llad. What he hadn't noticed was his father wasn't anywhere to be found that morning. Chos hadn't realized how much of a fool he had been until it was too late. Chos never saw Llad again, and by his 18th birthday his family was the last of Clan Zy'roth.
Early Adulthood: Chos knew he had to make his father pay. He was still bewildered by the fact that he, the only one with the knowledge to stop the systematic killings, had done nothing. He had sat silently out of fear. Chos wasn't going to stand down any longer. A week after his 18th birthday, Chos spoke with his mother in private about his discovery. He made sure to leave out that he had known about this for months. Vruck was currently out, and they had roughly an hour before he came back. When the psychopathic murderer returned, he was not greeted by a kiss on the cheek from his wife, but rather a holdout blaster pointed at his head. Valen was ready to pull the trigger when Vruck kicked her feet out from under her, grabbed the blaster as it fell and killed her. Just like that. What Vruck had failed to notice was his son, hiding in the basement stairwell. Using his old training blaster, Chos peeked out from the stairs and shot his father. Vruck went down so quickly, he probably never felt it.
That night, the bewildered Mando buried his mother and father outside the estate, marking both graves using steel poles with red cloaks attached to them. Upon reentering the house, he went down to the basement and systematically went through all his father's pictures on notes he had written on the targets. At the end of the notes, Chos discovered an essay written by his father on how he needed to cleanse Mandalore of the "pacifist scum"that Clan Zy'roth had become. Apparently the insane father had tainted the clan's name ever further after Chos released the information to the neighboring clans. The only thing worse than not having the fighting spirit inside of you, was betraying your clan, your brothers.
Months after the incident, Chos still rarely left the house. He had developed a habit of drinking too much, and having more spice than he could handle. Eventually he got up and decided to clean up his act, and set out to restore honor to his name. The Mando blew a hole in his father's vault and raided the glorious amount of credits inside. It was enough to buy him maintenance for his clan's old ship,armor, and an extensive arsenal. Chos stayed on Mandalore for another month or so, honing his skills on the rampant wildlife. However, after earned a nasty scar from a Shriek-Hawk, he decided it was time to go.
Although his father was a murderous scumbag, Chos still followed his advice. He recalled tales of his father boasting of exploits and glorious hunts on Tatooine. As soon as the young Mandalorian had his ship fueled, he was off to the rest of the Outer Rim, with his first stop being Tatooine. After residing on Tatooine for a week, he discovered a small guild of mercenaries. They were all freelance hunters, finding a score wherever they could. They called themselves the Slicer 5. They were five mercenaries who were exceptionally good with tech, and often scored their bounties through exploiting the target's tech to get the job done. Either that or they set up some clever explosive death-trap, they almost never used a blaster. That changed when they met the Mando. They instantly fell in love with the young Mando and soon Slicer 5 was Slicer 6, and there were a few more blaster fights than ever before.
Slicer 6 was notoriously good at their jobs. Whether it be freeing slaves from a slaver, taking down a figurehead, or wiping out sand people camps located outside the town. Most of the successes were attributed to Chos being very good bait. Is uncensored sarcastic mouth and barrages of blaster fire gave the team plenty of room to work. Of course, being bait often included running for miles across the hot plains of Tatooine with a village of sand people in close pursuit.
When Chos wasn't bait, he was the deadly assassin. When somebody wanted an annoying diplomat offed, they were dead within the day. Chos rarely fired more than one bolt at every target. Albeit he often killed his target quickly, bodyguards and and other armed parties weren't always the same case. Chos would never flee unless he needed too, but never stuck around too long. He learned his lesson after a local brute left him with a nice scar on this neck from a nearly-fatal shot, so Chos knew how to time his arrivals and exits. Despite the close bond the group of mercs and hunters shared, they had never seen each other's faces; even the older members had no idea what the crew looked like, nor what their real names were. But it didn't matter because the jobs were fun and the credits were nice.
Unfortunately, the glory days couldn't last forever. Eventually Slicer 6 was Slicer 5 again, then 4, then 3 as members slowly passed from situations that got a little too sticky. The two others that still remained eventually threw in the towel out of fear. It was easy for the Crew to part, as none of them had seen each other's faces.
After everyone left Slicer 6, Chos decided he wouldn't throw in the towel for hunting. The Mando guessed seven years had passed, and the past seven years had been the most fun he'd ever had. Whether he was on Tatooine or not, he wasn't going to stop now. The young hunter eventually started up his ship and took off in to the galaxy in search for bigger goals, more determined companions, redemption, and a whole lot of credits.
EQUIPMENT:
Ship:
Alabaster Escort Freighter
Nicknamed the "The Outsider", this light freighter was captured by clan Zy'roth over 5 years ago from visiting pirates. The additional cargo bay has been rigged with a self-destruct system and the main hold has been refitted to store weapons much more effectively.
Droid:
M4-L73 is an M-series utility droid that was captured from the same pirates that were piloting "The Outsider". His primary function is navigation and co-piloting of "The Outsider".
Armor:
Chos wears a dark red and black set of Mandalorian armor
Arsenal:
[Usually kept on person] [Usually kept in weapons bay]
[- Two thermal detonators]
[- Small, right wrist-mounted explosive dart with three
refills on arm.]
[-Wrist mounted retractable vibro-blade]
[-NOVA 67 Carbine]
[-B-8R Blaster]
[- Armor-mounted Z-4 Jetpack]
[- Low-ammo holdout blasters over both wrists]
[- Cluster Missile payload on Jetpack]
[- XPC-71 Rifle w/ adjustable scope]
[- FR Mark 22 Sniper]
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