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[WP] Your grandfather worked as an accountant for the Mafia before the mob got caught. You inherited your grandpa's library when he passed away. As you pick up a book, a golden page fell out.
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[WP] You're a doctor at a magus morgue. In dayshift, you save lives. In nightshift, you make sure the dead stays dead. In your drawers you kept a gunblade and a pouch of salt. Tonight is unusually peaceful, until you saw a crawling hand.
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[WP] You are the manager at a hotel for assassins. Killing is prohibited on the property, and enforced by the hotel mafia. You've served countless assassins, famous or otherwise. Today you spot a new face.
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[WP] Magical blades are made from living souls. A village: a dagger, a town: a cutlass, a capital city: a rapier. For a mortal to wield it one must kill the equivalent amount per day. People ran in horror when they saw you carrying a zweihander.
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[WP] People in your village practice walking on water as a test and proof of faith, which you failed everytime. But when you discovered you can walk on fire, you got an idea.
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[WP] You made a deal with the devil to make you into a musical prodigy. Violin virtuosos, spiccatos, pizzicatos, some even say your music has a soul of its own. As the devil came to your concert, he simply smiled, and sat down, "Let's see what you've got."
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[WP] You seemed to enchant everything you touch. Encyclopedias became grimoires, rocks became golems, and your dog can talk. You wore gloves to avoid enchanting people, but a beautiful stranger approached and said they're enchanted by you, and followed you everywhere, trying to get to know you.
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[WP] Your lover is a professional contortionist with a split tongue. Everytime you played the pungi they seemed to enter a hypnotic state. You've smitten the serpent god Quetzalcoatl.
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[WP] Tired of rich people buying art because of your signature, you set up a stall at a sidewalk selling art for cheap. Most passed, and some haggled. Until a little girl with a red balloon gave you 30$ and asks for a recommendation.
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