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�There was once a time where this world flourished�even in the destructive wake of human kind. If there were a god�he�or she must have sought pity upon our race�Or�maybe they hated us so�that they allowed us to believe our species were thriving in a world that crumbled, shook and bled. Such fools we are�to think that this world could be conquered by the mere flesh that we are while it�s creators� powers and presence make us look like puny ants.
My Dear Aikito, all we can do now is watch as the universes tear each other to pieces, laying waste to each plant. We reside here�on Migrune now�we will make this planet our home with hast�because that is what a survivor does. We will live to survive�To fight for a freedom and a Paradise that may not come for another hundred years. You are strong as your mother�.and you are strong as I.
We are now survivors�and soldiers who demand Peace�� �Holstin Samaru (Aikito�s father)
I remember my mother�s touch�her smell. Somehow she always smelled so sweet when all that lay around us were waste lands and rotting corpses. Her voice was the only remint of music I recall in my life�I had no complaints. The softness of her tune could cradle and entrance even the most monstrous of men into deep slumbers, she could gift any who offered a listening ear, pleasant dreams�while her own were laced with despair and terrors.
�My parent�s spoke often of Earthen Tales, their voyages and adventures in space, but these were only memories of the past for them�and fairy Tales for me. Times had changed. The would had grown more hard and callused. The sun no longer caressed the cheeks of those who resided on Gontru, the planet where I was raised. Thick clouds of debris engulfed every millimeter of our atmosphere�blocking out the light of the sun. Mother often spoke fondly of the sun�a large orange ball of burning light that help the plants grow. I never knew of such delights�many things that people who were lucky enough to die before the wars took for granted.
I wish mother had seen the sun. It was all she truly wished for. When father gave word of our departure to Migrune I vividly recall the large grin that took flight to her features, her rushed embrace of father�and then me. She chimed with such brilliance, and glee �My darling! A new life lays on soil where the sun shines even if only for a time of the long day� as she�d picked me up and swung me �round before bringing me close, into a tight embrace before beckoning for father to join.
Those moments I cherish most�I felt so alive in the flows of the gusty wind, mother�s hands and arms my ship. I felt such love in the embrace of my father and mother�Their happiness warmed me like a flame�a delightful warmth that I�ve never been able to rekindle.
Mother died before we could get to the safety of Migrune. My parents were indeed survivors, partially in fact to strangers that had shown mercy to them each in their youth. Gontru was under siege�we used up all of our savings�and my collected treasures found amongst the dead to pay our way to Migrune. Upon our departure from Gontru mother had been slowed, caring a wee boy upon her back�a boy who�d seen his mother gunned down before his youthful eyes. The lip of the cargo base was closing�Mother with the boy on her back attempted to make the jump to at least reach the ropes where we could haul her in. But she grew short of the grip, I screamed for her�and father held me back�and mother�well she wore a smile�small and soft but grateful. Her eyes were closed. She mouthed the words I love you as she fell into the depths of the dark absis below the ship�turning to cradle the terrified boy in his last seconds of life. She gave her life to try and save that young boy�and she left my father and I with the memory of an angel� with the small smile of generosity and love�She shielded us from that fear that we knew laid behind those lidded eyes and for that I am grateful.
My mother was a Strong woman, A selfless�Woman. Even in that moment�she thought of her family�but gave that stranger the comfort he sought from a maternal presence.
Both in�.an odd Peace.
Father and I sought refuge in the base of that space craft headed to Migrune�where we were to start anew�minus one. Father braved the Migrune world, those of Gontruant descent were sectored off into the darker valleys of the lands unless they had relatives able to take them in� Even those rolling hills of misery were better than the plains of our previous home. Father often made light of our situation�I suppose he feared I despised him for the move, mother�s death�and the hardships we faced. I didn�t. I loved my father�my I did grow quiet and distant�without mother�we both set into our own dark shadows.
My father taught me the ways of machines�space crafts�and how to fix them. I soon sought out work as a mechanic and father the same. Our earnings often were enough to feed us for two days. I enjoyed this life of tedious labor to an extent�it gave me a purpose in life that I never had before.
Unfortunately�a year after father and I first stepped foot onto Migrune�the war eased it�s way to the realm�s territory. Soon came a time where we did not run�father fought for the Migru Allegiances�bringing home enough money for use to removed ourselves from the waste lands�but required must of his time�Shockingly enough�father saw such pain and death in the fields of war that in his return home he often displayed a childish persona around the home�to lighten up his gruesome world. He taught me the skills he�d learned�just to ensure my safety if he did not return since many Gontruans were placed in the front lines.
I kept working as a mechanic when father was away�I learned to hand to hand combat from my employer who feared my safety as a girl, alone in a war ridden city, he could not persuade me to stay with him until my father journeyed back home from his departures so I indulged in his teachings of all fighting techniques�and he reveled in my ability to readily pick up his lessons. He did not rest care of my descent as a Gontruan�seeking shelter in his land but instead became like a second father to me when my own was away.
Father�s bit of coin came to an end on the Eve of the 19th red moon�he did not return home with the others as they filed off the ships, bandaged and alive. The war was to pass the planet�but not before leaving it�s lands to waste. I stood in disbelief, still as stone for a few hours. I battled the urge for tears to rise, to dispel them from drenching my cheeks�and I managed to subdued the intensity to cry and masked my devastation when a tall broad shouldered man�whom I assumed to be a general�cladded in vibrant silver and gold trim garments and neatly shined leather heeled boots, approached my hunched form.
�Are you the Daughter of the Gontruan soldier�Holstin Samaru?� the voice was surprisingly smooth�lacking the callused undertone I expected.
Had it been so apparent that I was the girl without a father�or brother or mother? Surely there were others who�d stayed behind, hoping that their loved one(s) would depart from the ships doors.
My eyes did not lift at the mention of my father�s name. I nodded simply and uttered a soft �Yes�Aikito Samaru� no sooner had my name fled my lips I felt the smoothness and strength of the hand that rested on my shoulders. �Your father raised quickly within the ranks. His absence in the home was due to his rising position� as general�his mind was brilliant for battle�and his bravery�one could not compare��
I lifted my head to nod, I knew my father was brave�and strong. My eyes flickered to the shining object�- two clips, I opened my hand to receive them, all that I had left of my father besides his memory. Before the male could finish with his speech of my father�s grander I shuffled backwards and ran from those words that I assumed were spoken to every mourning person without a family.
--I did not lay to wait and hear that the male had a offering of sorts to extend to me�nor did I know he would soon spend his days searching for me�to fulfill a promise he made to my father�a promise that the Migru Allegiances swore to uphold in his absence�.
To Bring me aboard as an Allay to Peace. To give me a fighting chance to make a difference whatever that may have entailed�Mechanic�a battle planner general or maybe even a battle ship handler. Yet�what laid in store for me was not only pursuits of the Allegiances�but of their enemies as well�
Father and Mother raised me to survive�and in their absence�
I will honor them by doing just that
I shall live by passion and not by law
The Birth Of A Phoenix
Once every 1000 years since the beginning to time a Phoenix has been born, a child of the universe bound to the spirit of a fiery beast. Such tales have been scribed in ancient scriptures, yet to the modern human race, such stories have never been entertained as truths.
Sonali was born an innocent, as all children are. In a time of mutants, villains and heroes�her parents were simply typical people living a typical life. During Sonali�s delivery her mother nearly died due to Sonali�s unexplainable temperature of 110 degrees. Sonali�s small form appeared to be unharmed. The temperature however, disrupted vital organs near her mother�s womb, resulting in her near death. The doctors explained that if they did not tend to Sonali all that laid in her future was death. The lead doctor, a male garbed in white, promised Sonali�s parents that they would do their best to bring their beloved child back to them alive.
Sonali�s conditions baffled every doctor in the ER. Even the strongest grown male would not be able to with stand such disastrous internal temperatures, especially without the failure of major organs, yet there the doctors stood, unable to explain the newborns apparent immunity to such severe temperatures.
Hours later Sonali�s parents were notified that their child had expired from prolonged exposure to such to a temperature that they could not subdue. Furthermore the doctors would not allow for the parents of the unusual infant to gaze upon their presumed deceased daughter.
Sonali�s death was a lie. The infant was escorted to a government laboratory where she was raised knowing no other name than s11-56. Sonali never knew of the world that laid beyond the government facilities where she�d been raised. Sonali was not the only child stripped of their parents in infancy. The youth was raised in solitude, unable to communicate with the other children her age. Years of test, probes, and pain repeated themselves in a vicious cycle, as scientist study her to understand the origin of her fiery powers, a trait that was discovered during an experiment in which Sonali had been pushed beyond mortal limitations.
Eventually Sonali is faced with a test that is too straining. Frightened for her life, the girl destroys the simulation room, escaping from the experiment. The rage that fueled her unleashed itself in bouts of fire that engulfed the laboratory and many bodies within it.
I shall live by passion and not by law
Before the Beginning
The late King Laris had ruled with a heavy hand and foot, showing no mercy to his pupils nor his betrothals and wives. The King married plenty, yet rumors spread that not one single god favored the King and that no womb would bare him a child. Each woman to meet the unfortunate fate of wedding the King was gifted a cruel demise, an untimely death.
Upon his last widowing the King summoned for an enslaved maiden of the Watkina Tribe, G�aria to his chambers. There he �grieved the life� of his late wife by quenching his thirst, forcedly, upon the innocence of a young frightened and pleading woman. There he took out his frustrations upon the maiden who could not ward off her attacker, and there is where he�d left her battered and for death�s embrace.
Upon command, G�aria�s limp form was disposed of, discarded in fields of a commoner far from the kingdom�s gates, where the only comfort her form received was that of night�s freezing cold breeze. G�aria was left for dead. Karnin, a commoner, witnessed G�aria�s disposal from the safety of his home, and dared to venture out and rescue the girl from the unfavorable elements of the season upon the leave of the King�s guard. There under the warmth of Karnin�s care and watchful eye G�aria grew to slowly recover from his fateful night with the King. Morning sickness soon cursed the young woman as she denied the possibility of baring the child of a king whose luck was river deep because of the gods� hatred for him, however�Karnin disagreed and pressed the young barer to treat herself with care. Over the passing of month�s Karnin and G�aria grew to love one another and G�aria blossomed through each element of motherhood.
Soon the pair quested to find a refuge for themselves and the unborn child, further away from the kingdom�s gates.
Over the years life in Althonia had grown peaceful once King Laris forcedly denounced his crown and was persecuted by the Magistrates of the four pillars. The Kingdom flourished under the new political reform put in place by the Cabinet of Mages and the Magistrates of the four pillars, however a kingdom without a ruler was a sight for sore eyes. While the people were, for once, lively and freed from the tyrannical rule of Laris, they now faced the threat of war not from one, or two kingdoms, but from plenty, many of whom Laris disgraced through the murders of their daughters.
During the years of threaten war, a prophecy was scribed of a child, born against the will of the gods whose veins were filled blood of King Laris. The prophecy spoke of this child�s great potential but spoke warily of their pursuit to reclaim the thrown�The prophecy spoke not of the light or darkness that laid in the future�it only informed those who cared to indulge of the impending future of Althonia
�When worlds collide�and the gods abandon us. When war overpowers the weak�where does one seek refuge�once that the darkness has snuffed out the light?�
Nefra's Beginning
These rumors did little to deter the enemies of Althonia, no one believed that within their lands a child of the king was alive�that G�aria and Karnin had raised the child of prophecy. However hostility rose between neighbors and many new born babies paid heavy prices. The G�aria had given birth to a baby girl and named her Nefra, as G�aria foresaw the child as a gift from the heavens, marking a new age.
With age and the presence of ever increasing trades to learn, Nefra grew to love the feel of a sword and was wooed by the grace of the bow. She had also developed a love for cooking, and the magic that came from each dish she created. Over the years she grew to be a fierce of nature with a weapon as she was in the kitchen. When she became of age, and the threats of war now greeted Althonia�s door steps, she enlisted in the Althonian Guard of Wesbron as a recruit. While in the past most woman were not to ever think of such a quest, times had changed with the death of Laris and the waging of wars. Althonia had never been a land equip for such battles and the Althonian Guard needed all the help they could get.
Nefra was very determine. She rose in the rankings of the training grounds of Wesbron faster than any recruit ever witness. Many commanders to keenly to her skill.
Over the course of her training, just before her troop group were to see the battle fields, they were ambushed. In her feeble attempt to save her comrades the maturing teen unleashed a surge of power that leveled many of the buildings and trees in her wake (she would later learn of her ability to wield the elements) her task to save her team was a success. The Master Mage of the training camp took the flustered teen under his wing, teaching her all he knew. For, while Nefra�s mother did not show signs of wielding great power�it was obvious that some part of her Watkina tribal heritage swarmed within her veins.
Through the waging wars, Althonia was demolished, and many of it�s people, dead. Upon her return home the girl was crushed to find that her childhood village had been pillaged, her parents gone and Althonia, conquered by Tyrn an unruly prince from the east.
In the rubble she found her mother�s scribing�s, learning of her conceiving and the weight upon her mother�s shoulders. She learned of her heritage and was reminded of the prophecy. Nefra knew that due to King Laris most Watkinan�s were dead�killed in a massacre during his rein. However, unsure of her powers she sought to find people who could help her wield her gifts.
With her mother�s journal Nefra set out to strengthen and control her powers and to build her own army with what remained of her troop unit. Her quest would be difficult as her father�s disgraceful name would scorn her and brand her in an unfavorable light, but her quest was not to enslave and reek havc�but to restore peace and order to her homeland� to her people�and to Althonia.
I shall live by passion and not by law
Before the Beginning
Amelie use to be a forgotten child, and as much as she didn�t want to admit it, she felt lost and distant from the world around her as she fought the feelings of pain and lack of understanding. Before the death of her mother Amelie�s life seemed more than perfect. At the time her father and mother were always at her side always encouraging her to continue to inquire about the world�because of all it had to offer.
~ The night that her mother died, she had been neatly tucked in bed by both her mother and father, her mother was in route to America for a business trip when the crash took place. Amelie was greeted the next morning by a family friend who explained that her father had to respond to an emergency and didn�t wish to wake her up. They both traveled to the hospital where Amelie was greeting with moistened eyes, sympathetic hugs and muffled sops offering �I�m sorrys� and �You will survive this rough time�. �
That day Amelie rested in the bed next to her mother she hummed to the motionless woman now on life support, songs that were once hummed to her when she was put to bed. That was the last day she saw her mother- and the day that her father began to grow distant, she was 6 then.
Amelie never understood why her father began to push her away, but she copped on her own. The death of her mother was hard for her, especially with her father�s sudden rejections. � A few years after her mother�s death Amelie�s father dropped her off at an orphanage, hoping she�d understand that he was in no position to raise her on his own. He kept in contact, until Amelie was 10.
Time pasted, and so did home visits. Potential adoptions arose and Amelie refused. Amelie grew bitter as she resented her father for abandonment and missed what fleeting memories she had of her mother. One day a woman with a foreign accent, approached Amelie and introduced herself as Harlow. She struggled to explain in French to the girl that she wished to adopt and take her to live with her in America. Harlow had been in France for 6 months on business and had begun volunteering in the orphanage in her spare time, she�d taken to Amelie , as most adults seemed to, but she was different and Amelie knew that. ~ Amelie stayed with Harlow in France the last month that the woman was there before returning to the orphanage. As much as she wouldn�t admit it, she enjoyed staying with the Harlow. Disappointed to see her go, Amelie quickly grew upset and felt nearly as pained as when her mother passed, due to the thought that Harlow was giving up on her just as her father had.
Month passed before Amelie realized that Harlow�s words of � I will be back� where a promise and not an easy way out of responsibility. Amelie was reunited with Harlow in the USA at age 12. The pair struggled. Amelie's development of bitterness and stiffness formed a strong wall that made it hard for Harlow to deconstruct. Amelie often missed France and her relationship with most males were unwilling. Throughout Amelie�s teen years she became even more of a rebel, but her respect for Harlow and Harlow alone was very evident. � Harlow is the CEO of a large firm. She is kindhearted and very patient. As Amelie matured she was introduced to Harlow�s world, the people she worked with, and the events she attended. Although Amelie didn�t enjoy most events, she agreed to attend just to witness the smile and happiness that would appear on Harlow�s face.
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Aikito
Samaru
OC - Space / Post-Apocalyptic
FULL NAME:Aikito Samaru
TITLE:
NICKNAMES:
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Migrune
Age: Born in 3035, about 15yo present
Home:Different Every Night. Is on the run from the enemies who desire to conquer every planet in their wake (or destroy them). Her Father's enemies.
LIVING FAMILY: none
Orientation: Lesbian
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
JOB DESCRIPTION: Mechanic, Fleet General of the Migru Allegiance (eventually around 19yo)
RACE: Gontruan and Althoan. Born in The Nation of Gontru
Appearance
Height:5'5
Eyes: Sea foam-ish teal/ greenish-blue
Hair:Silvery light blue. She wears her father's general clips on her front bangs.
[Weapon of choice]
Rifle. Carries a hand gun and knifes on her at all times.
The
Phoenix
OC - DC/Marvel
FULL NAME:Sonali
TITLE:
NICKNAMES:
Age: 15 years old
Home:Different Every Night. On the run from the Government.
LIVING FAMILY: none
Orientation: Unsure
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
RACE: Human - Phoenix
Appearance
Height:5'4
Eyes: Blue - green
Hair: Fiery Red Hair or Blonde
Nefra of
Althonia
OC - Medieval
FULL NAME:Nefra L'maris
TITLE: Bastard of the throne, Child of the Gods
NICKNAMES:
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Wandering
Age: 19
Home: Is where the heart is. Back in Althonia with her passed, mother and father.
LIVING FAMILY: none
Orientation: Lesbian
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
JOB DESCRIPTION: Soldier to the Althonaian Guard
RACE: Althonian and Watkina
Appearance
Height:5'6
Eyes: Blue-hazel
Hair: Medium brown
[Weapon of choice]
Rifle. Sword. Will use a bow when necessary.
Amelie
Human
FULL NAME: Amelie Sophie Belmont
TITLE:
NICKNAMES: Amel, Elie
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Wandering
Age: 19
Home:
LIVING FAMILY: none
Orientation: Lesbian
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
JOB DESCRIPTION:
RACE: French
Appearance
Height:5'6
Eyes: Blue-hazel
Hair: Medium brown
[Weapon of choice]
Rifle. Sword. Will use a bow when necessary.
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RP R U L E S ▼
RULES
Usually only accepts- Novella and 4+ Paragraph Role-players
R.1: SL Construction
I expect Storylines to be collaborative. If I added you it may be for one or more reasons...
a) I have a SL in mind that I would LOVE to run by you
b) I really am intrigued by your character, and while may not have a SL waiting, would LOVE to construct one with you.
c) *Cross my fingers* that what little info I can see on your private account description will lead to a good rp. Friend request to private accounts sent are normally based upon Verses listed, Character image, Tagline hook.
R.2: Starters
If YOU add you Start, If I add I start. - I am open to disregard this when I or you are too busy OR either one of us is in a mighty good groove to get the RP rolling with a satisfying starter.
R.3: Real Life First
I will not pester you for replies. I understand everyone has a life beyond RP. Please offer me the same patience and respect.
R.4: Spell Check
Please spell check replies before sending. I make mistakes myself, but I really dislike struggling to read a reply.
R.5: Rated R
Mature RPs please: Kidnapping, Torture, Violence (Battle/War/etc.), an yes, Sex is allowed.
R.5.b
Sexual content is allowed if there is reason for it in the rp. Sex, does not include Romance. I really hate when a RP ends bc of mis-communication on said topic.
R.6 : Romance
RPs will not be constructed around romance. If characters are of good company, show interest in the other...then it may be discussed.
R.7 : Your Selection
Regardless of who adds who, I ld appreciate if you to made a character selection. I will give you my 2 cents if I have an RP idea that will work with one character, but this is your decision, not mine! I already decided, hence the reason we are discussing an RP
xD Haha. You should start something soon! �You couldn't find my discussion we discussed? Seems like someone's all over the place. � LMAO. It's okay. I can re-send it to you if you want. Do you want me to re-send it? I still have my discussion�typed up on my word and saved from a month ago. �I thought it got through to your end a month ago when I answered it. D: �
I do talk to everyone in my list which is why I had responded to you!�
Not many people talk back but here I am talking to you and giving you my attention. ;)�
ooooh, yay. I am interested trying that out because it would be fun to have Allison in that verse despite her ancestors were from the past who killed the first monster at the time.�
Interesting. Those two characters seemed really interesting for the medieval verse, but what intruded me more is Edaru one. I love how she's a daughter of a weaver who matures into a powerful witch, not ending up like her mother was. And the fact that she reincarnated after she was murdered in process. I think that could be really interesting. �I just checked out one of your accounts that you gave me to look and I think those are really great characters. the first one �has interesting and similar archer like story-line with my Allison's ancestors.�
UGH. I don't know which one I like but �a part of me like the first one account you gave me. I wanna try something like that and with a beast in our story-line. :]�
And I would LOVE �to tell you more about Allison.�
. �I can give you �lil information about her. �
⦁ Allison came from long linage of hunters that goes way back to first hunter named Marie Argent(who is first doppelganger of Allison Argent) who killed the Beast of Gevuaden.
⦁ She's a successful hunter and archer. Bows and arrows are her favorite weapon but she also loves Chinese daggers
⦁ Chris Argent is her only parent she has left in her family after the loss of her mother(who died from werewolf attack) and her aunt killed by Peter Hale, a head of the werewolf pack. �However, �Chris Argent is similar to John but he's not crazy like John; he's more wise and mastered with his skills on hunting.�
⦁ She dated a werewolf named Scott McCall but broke up when her dad doesn't want werewolves dating him. They'e been apart for a year until she dated another werewolf and her father came to accept the fact it's her happiness.�
⦁ Allison got killed by an Oni(Japanese demons) in the stomach by the Oni's sword during the battle between Scott's pack(werewolves) against the demons while she tries to save her best friend, Lydia Martin(who's a banshee). Both SPN and TW has demons on their shows.�
However, my character is AU for a reason because she died on the show and here's my AU down below. Warning; my character crosses into Supernatural for this AU formula.�
*****
Basically, my Allison is still a ghost throughout my SL,but with her crossing in Supernatural, there's some things can happen. With Chris going through a rough time trying to move on from Allison's death with so many drinking and things, but he ends up makes a deal with a demon(yes, this is main reason why there's Au of her into Supernatural verse and her family are hunters like the Winchester brothers and there will be demons in my story-line) to bring her back into land of living. But there's a problem. Chris Argent doesn't have much time(only 6 months prior) to stay around before his soul goes to Crowley. Allison had to turn to Scott and her friends to help her to save her father's life and his soul. And I also include the Winchesters in the story-line since they will know Allison due affiliation through Chris and the hunting business. :D I know it's more AU and idea stretched into Supernatural verse. I hope you're okay with that. But this is main story-line I have, but I can also bring her back as anything from demon, Angels to werewolf if you want to try these choices. It's kind of like Supernatural story, but it'll make good story-line with demons and hunters. ^.^ I can play her as a ghost, demon, etc. Unless if you want to do it when she's ALIVE. I hope this is no biggie.�
What do you think?�
I can fit her into any other story line ideas we brainstorm. Also, I'm open to any ideas or suggestions! If you have any ideas for our SL, feel free to let me know.�
I would LOVE to discuss a story-line with you. I'm sure we'll come up with something epic/badass. ;w;�
Secondly, I wanted to say that you're the first person reached out to me.�
fja;fja;fja;fa. Perhaps, I cam across a little excited. ;w;�
I am a multi-Para to novella roleplayer as well. �=]�
Of course, I am interested to role play with any of the characters you have on your profile.�
I'd love to try either the medieval or werewolves verses if that's okay with you.�
I can place Allison in any verse but ones I want to explore with her in is with either Medieval or werewolves. � But with the werewolves one is mainly how my character came to be. She's a hunter from a show called Teen Wolf? I am not sure if you have heard of the show or seen it. �
She's a skilled hunter from a family called Argents and her ancestors goes way back to the first hunter named Marie Argent, a first doppelganger who killed the beast of Gevedian. (that's more like in medieval times). �I could tell you more about Allison if you are interested. It also could spark you some ideas for a story-line ideas.�
What do you think? Is that okay I can go with either of those two characters?�
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