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Character and FitnessAPPLICATION FOR STATE BAR ASSOCIATION MEMBERSHIP
SUPPLEMENTAL DOCUMENTS -- CHARACTER AND FITNESS QUESTIONAIRE
The State Bar Association is required by law (State Code 203(a)(1)(C)) to investigate the moral character of all applicants, as testified by the applicant and their law school. Please answer all of the following questions. Candor is crucial to obtaining a valid understanding of the applicant's suitability for the legal profession, and therefore all answers must be clear and specific.
Q: Have you ever been known by any other names? If so, list all names and relevant places.
A: In the north I am known as Xargoth, Breaker of Souls. There my exploits have brought many a widow to tears. In the barren Eastlands they call me Sciur'l'zon, but rarely do they utter the name above a whisper. Locally, the name of "Shadow Cloud" would be linked to me, if only the police could piece together the clues.
Q: What is your current local address?
A: At the moment I have no fix
Griffin Rider VennVenn had seen combat only once. He was running now, hunted by men on dragons. Trees hid him but he could hear the Imperials overhead, so that every rustle of leaves made him look up and stumble. If the rumors were true, the dragons would burn the forest to find him. Venn's feet throbbed inside his boots and his shield kept jabbing his back. Keeping it had been instinct, not pride, not that the swords and shields had saved the rest of his squad. They couldn't all be dead, they couldn't!
A stone caught Venn's foot and he flew headfirst into the dirt, stifling the urge to yelp in pain. He looked up in fear that the enemy had heard him anyway. Nothing. But he did see something else.
Here, deep in the forest where the light was dim, there stood a mossy hill. No -- a massive terrace of rock overgrown with moss and vines, three levels tall. Venn forgot the blood and grit on his hands and his skinned knees, and lay there a moment, staring.
He whispered, "Is this what they're after? This is wha
Genetech: Safari SwapSafari Swap
It wasn't exactly a spam e-mail. "Pen Pals," it read. "International English learners looking for people to write to! No cost! Hear from exotic locales!"
Devin nearly deleted the message, but was bored enough to investigate. It was December, which made the daily commute to the sawmill cold and dark. Even just reading about someplace warmer than Canada would be a welcome change. So he checked into the mail's sender and found it seemed like a legitimate social club, then signed up.
The next week he got an actual letter, on paper. He was impressed that people still did that. Cooler yet, the sender was someone from Africa!
"Hello. Am learning in special school. Very strange place but good food, and safe. My speaking good? Got lots to learn. Be telling me about foreign places please."
Devin thought about the letter all day at work; it helped him ignore the drone of buzzsaws. The next day he wrote back, trying to encourage the writer and use simple words. Part of what he wrote wa
Genetech: The Seeds of DoomGenetech: The Seeds of Doom
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"Can I interest you in one of our unusual pets, sir?"
Aldous grinned at the saleslady, breathing the warm animal scents of the store. "No need for the 'sir'. And actually, I'm here to look for work. I don't have a lot of money." He'd graduated without a good offer, but he'd find something soon enough.
She looked unperturbed. "No problem. Why not check out what we sell while you're at it?" The clerk led Aldous past racks of cages, past kittens and a parrot that squawked, "Magnetic containment tokamak!" Aldous got distracted by a ferret that peeked out from a plastic tube and squeaked at him.
"A good choice," the clerk said. "Some people mind the musk, but we've toned it down."
Aldous blinked, his attention drawn from the bright beady eyes. "You had the glands and everything removed?"
"Genetically tweaked," she said. "This store is a subsidiary of Genetech."
"You sell biotech pets?" Aldous looked around the store again, now noticing unusual colors, exot
The KeeperAi-la came to me when she was eight years old, dressed in a faded hospital gown, with her feet and arms bare and littered with coloured Band-Aids from IV drips. Other than being remarkably short and skinny, there was nothing peculiar about her appearance—she was yet another child who had unfortunately fallen ill to a fatal disease.
When I first found her outside the House in the dead of night, she was staring blankly at the black sky and shivering. I was immediately able to tell she was a newcomer by the look of her skin, translucent but slowly becoming an opaque white beneath the light of the gold lanterns.
“There are no stars here,” I said as gently as I could in the silence, not wanting to frighten her, as most did not take well to their unwitting transportation to the Other Side. The child remained still. “What is your name?”
She tilted her head and her dark eyes focused upon me, intense and perceptive. She took in my masked face and black suit, her ex
APH- 9-11 Fanfiction-Part 1APH- 9/11 Fanfiction Part 1
September 10th, 2001
The meeting room was in its usual state of chaos. It seemed that everyone was talking at the same time. Luminous and brilliant, the sun's rays of light were barely able to pass through the drawn, khaki curtains sheltering the room from the world outside. Because it was not the only skyscraper in New York City, the meeting room could easily be seen from neighboring towers. Not far down the street, for example, were the Twin Towers. Anyone with decent eyesight could easily see into the rooms of the buildings nearby. The meetings of the UN were meant to be kept confidential, so all possible security measured had to be taken. Mounted high on the white walls, the clock displayed 8:37. Just as the red hand ticked to the twelve, the door opened and China walked in.
"Sorry I'm late," he said to no one in particular. America shuffled his papers and then rose, clearing his throat.
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine
Stephano. . .
I took in the flames on the wick of the candle as it danced graciously in the surrounding darkness, it giving out the only illuminating glow.
I couldn't resume my dormancy.
What had caused me to break so easily? I had dishonored myself, made myself look like a fool.
I was frail.
But. . . I couldn't shake away the feelings I've had for PewDie. It was wrong, the kiss we shared earlier, but I enjoyed it. I loved the warm feel of his lips against my cool, metallic, golden ones. I craved the feel of his touch, how he held me so carefully. . . so close.
I just. . .
The rustling sound of dead leaves pulled me away from my thoughts, the soft breeze that caressed me sent goosebumps trailing along my skin, causing me to shiver. As I rubbed my arms, hoping for some warmth to reach them once more, my gaze wondered as I watched a form sit upwards, rubbing their head as if they had just slammed it into the cracked stone floor beneath them.
Curious as to see w
wade liberation war
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Bleach-Arrancar x reader-Pocky game (Aizen)Aizen's version. I did my best to keep him in character I guess.
You opened the huge doors in front of you. As it opens slowly, you walked in and close it quietly. You looked at the throne and notice Aizen was there, smiling down at you.
"__________, what brings you here?" He ask
"Well...I was bored and...wanna play a game?" you showed him the box of pocky.
You heard Aizen giggled (or chuckled, I don't really know the difference .-.) "___________, you definitely are the most playful person of all Las Noches.
"So...is that a yes or a no?" you raised an eyebrow.
"Alright. So long as it doesn't concern bothering the others." He agreed.
You fistpump the air (like this :iconFuckYeahAmericaplz: ) and used your sonido to dash up to his throne.
You explained how to play pocky and he seemed to not be bothered by it. He just...kept on smiling. Both of you bit the pocky and started eating. You two were really REALLY c
Death's Wages It was around one in the morning when my Reaper showed up. I was asleep, but the moment he entered the room I felt it, and my eyes opened.
Up until that point, I'd had no idea that Reapers existed, but there he was, sitting in my desk chair and staring at me. He wasn't wearing an official nametag that read “Joe Death, Professional Reaper” or anything like that, but somehow I just knew. Most normal people can’t sneak onto an airtight spaceship without leaking all of the oxygen into space. He scowled when I sat up and acknowledged him.
I stared for a minute, and then I laughed. By that point, laughing was about all I could do.
“I always knew you'd come for me early.”
“You weren't supposed to wake up,” was his only response. He was staring back at me, but his was the most apathetic stare I'd ever seen in my life. If I had fallen to the floor, foaming at the mouth, he probably wouldn't have even moved.
Edward Elric x teen!reader - Hate and Love This is an awesome one xD
The door of Colonel Mustang's office burst open, Edward and Alphonse both walked towards the colonel who was busy with paperwork. Edward grumbled a bit before he slammed both of his hands on mustang's desk.
"Isn't there something we can do today?" Ed said looking extremely bored.
"You can walk around the military. Away from me" Mustang sighed.
"We already did that! Isn't there like, some mission that involves some beating to the head?" Ed whined
"Fine, if you insist." Mustang sighed yet again
"Sweet...so who're we beating up today?" Ed asked excitedly
"Not so fast, Full Metal. This isn't YOUR mission...it's ____________'s" Mustang explained
"__-__________? That's great! I love hanging out with her!" Al cheerfully said
"What?! What's so great about _____________? She's just a unsocial, useless, annoying, selfish-"
"Keep talking" a voice boomed from behind Ed, making hi
Half-Cat!England X Reader
"Mommy we want cats!" your little sister (her name), pleaded to your mom in hopes she would get you both cats for Christmas.
"I don't know…" she mumbled and gazed down at both you and your sibling. Both of you used puppy eyes on her.
"Fine, but you two take care of them! I am not scooping any litter boxes! Got it?" she gave in. Both of you squealed and hugged her legs.
The three of you arrived at the animal shelter. You were led to the cat and kitten section. Your sister wandered over to the kittens and started cooing at them.
You, however, wanted a cat, not a kitten. You gazed at all the anxious felines in hopes one would catch your eye. You noticed a cat alone in the corner.
You walked over to it and it turned to face you. It was a Scottish fold, he had light brown, almost orange patches around his right eye and his tail. He sniffed your hand curiously before backing away.
"That little guy's shy around people. He had a mate and a few kittens. One of his kittens and mate got adopted.