Hollywoods

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  Fetch my ladder - there are lovers I must attend!

  
  
  

  ¿Sabes bailar? - (Do you know how to dance?) First a little warm-up.. ________________ Amidst a family of two dozen siblings was born a legend. In the daily fight for sustenance, attention, and the best spot to catch some siesta, Salvatore learned to always strive for greatness if he wanted to get his way. The 'Great Passion' era was in full swing through his formative years and as with the busy household he'd been raised in, the young Salvatore, student of the sword, the pen, and the dance was a frequent attendee. Ballrooms and courtyards were his haunt where wine flowed and passions burst. It was some time later in his early twenties that the Rabbit became involved in the world of harems and slavery, by chance tutoring the daughter of a wealthy merchant in song. When scandal inevitably struck and the plucky lothario's plans were dashed, with one leg in his trousers he made a fateful mishap and fell headlong into the garden pond. Only by the skin of his teeth and the point of sabre had he managed to keep his hide intact but rather than cut his way to freedom, he sang as he duelled with the house guards, and convinced the merchant to give him a chance - for he could make the man great profits if only he'd call off his retainers. So with a tight budget and even tighter leash on his behaviours, the Rabbit formed a cabal of dancers, artists, poets, and acrobats from the poor side of town - effectively giving them their fifteen minutes of fame in return and producing a hit troupe that as promised delivered the tidy profits. Through the course of his few years as a travelling troubadour, his skills with the sword were tested upon bandit and dandy alike. Drunken duels and dangerous roads between shows, his storybook was padded greatly. There came a point when the worlds of slavery and performance crossed over during an unexpected visit that would set him on his present course. One evening as he sat with a girl on each knee and a wine in each hand, the merchant visited as he was oft to do. A new venture, a new proposition. Quit the circus and the stage, and teach not the daughters but the pleasure slaves of the well-to-do so they might have their own furrabian-style orgies and entertainments - it was becoming very fashionable by now. And so Salvatore Holiesian Woodsantano set off on this new career, advising and training until he had built a purse worthy of starting his own venture. Bidding farewell his beloved Patron and the heavily pregnant daughter whose amour he had first entered all of this because of, he set course for the carribean and the isles of Guildereim. ﴾ Name: [Salvatore Holesian Woodsantano] Age: [30-something] Trade: [Jack-of-all, Master of Many] Species & Breed: [Rabbit - Tan] Height: [4'7] Likes: [ Ladies, fine wine and food, dice, telling stories, dancing, romancing] Dislikes: [Having to leave early, having shoes thrown at him, windows without trellis, guard dogs, bores] ﴿ T I T L E subtitle[/size] ________________ Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Sed non sagittis dui, eu pharetra quam. Nulla rutrum tellus et fermentum viverra. Fusce dapibus sem orci. Cras sodales, ex at bibendum bibendum, lacus ipsum gravida enim, vitae dictum metus quam quis quam. Duis gravida, dolor vitae consectetur pharetra, diam turpis fermentum mauris, vitae ultrices dui sapien at nulla. Nam id purus nisl. Fusce massa est, sodales sed viverra in, ornare non mauris. Etiam dolor enim, blandit in mauris vitae, ultrices facilisis mi. Maecenas quis mattis nisi. Nunc malesuada diam eu fermentum sollicitudin. Quisque hendrerit eget odio id fringilla. Morbi ac dui vel turpis ullamcorper commodo non rutrum velit. ﴾ STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] STAT [text] ﴿