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AGE: twenty-six

DATE OF BIRTH: december 25

HOMETOWN: sacramento, ca

GENDER: male

ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:[break] single

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:[break] bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:[break] heteroromantic

OCCUPATION:[break] veterinarian

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[b]HETALIA, russia[/b] as [i]douglas harper[/i]

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- Absolutely hates the nickname Doug. Don't use it. [break][break]

- He lives a vegetarian lifestyle. [break][break]

- Owns a large amount of various bugs. Spiders are his favorite, but he also owns several species of moth, scorpion, centipede, millipede, beetle, and an (illegal) australian walking stick he's particularly proud of.

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A young boy, no older than ten, with dirty blonde hair stares up at his father with innocent eyes. The older man laughed harshly, the alchohol on his breath stinging the boys nose.
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"Christ, kid. You don't actually think Santa is fucking real do you? You're what? Twelve? Santa didn't come, because he doesn't exist, and I don't have the money to waste on your useless ass. I spend enough on you already."
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Tears stung at the corner of the boys eyes as the cracks in his world started to shatter. Deep down in his soul he'd known this would happen. There were no lights, no tree, no holiday cheer. The house hadn't been the same since his mother left, and his father found solace in a bottle. Not even the cheer of the holidays was able to change that.
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"Oh for fucks sake, if you start crying I'll give you a real reason to cry."
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Douglas is pulled from his memory by the desperate begging coming from behind him. He'd been transfixed on the photo of a father with his son at what appeared to be a soccer match. It belonged to the man behind him.
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"Do you really think I care?" He taunted, setting down the photo, and turning to look at the man. "You're tied to a table in a room I poured hundreds of dollars into in order to have the perfect space to kill people. What part of this situation screams "I can make this guy feel sympathy for me"? Your little brat will adapt or die. That's how the world works. Unfortunately, your only choice is to die." Douglas smirked.
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He looked up from the paperwork he was going over to see his assistant Darcy at the door. She was a middle-aged woman. Mother of two. "How can I help you?"
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"I was doing inventory, and we're short a few vials of Ketamine. I think Joshua might be stealing it. He usually does inventory, and well... You know."
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Douglas feigned a concerned frown. He knew where the vials went, and it wasn't into Joshua's pockets. "That's unfortunate. I'll have to give him a talk." It was obvious that didn't sit well with Darcy. "What's wrong?"
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"Well... I just don't know why you keep hiring guys like him. You know he has a history of drug abuse, and it's not exactly a secret he still uses marijuana."
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"I know, I know. I just like to give them the benefit of the doubt; a chance to redeem themselves. If I don't give them a job they're far more likely to turn back to a life of drugs, you know?" He runs a hand through his hair. "I can't just give up on people."
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Darcy laps up his words without question. There's no doubt in her mind that he isn't a mild-manner veterinarian with a naive care for others. "Enough of that though, I've been meaning to clear up something with you. Jack's birthday is next Friday, right?"
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"Yes, he's turning fourteen. My husband has a big party planned."
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"You'll have to tell me all about it."
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"But, sir, I'm working--"
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"Now, what kind of boss would I be if I didn't give you a paid day off to enjoy your sons birthday?"
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His assistants eyes lit up, and a great big grin spread across her face. "Oh thank you, thank you sir." Douglas smiled in return. "That's enough of that. Don't you have work you should be doing?" The smile shifted into a playful smirk as he ushered her out of his office.
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As soon as she was gone, all the joy faded from Douglas' face, and he sat back down in his chair with a soft sigh. It was going to be months before he could get a new scapegoat. Some sacrifices were going to need to be made, but in the end, the rush of the kill was always worth it.

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