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Willen Yeats: A Biography
I chose Willen Yeats for my biography report because Professor Harwood said that I was going to fail the class if I didn't finish writing something on an influential scholar. Willen Yeats was a milk-sucking vampire who was born in the northern forests of Kilia. He's about to turn 1000 in a few months, which is young for a vampire, and is personal friends with Athairne.
Willen Yeats is about as huge as a dragon, and his excellent adventures are part of Kilian folklore. Legend says that with his trusty sidekick Lottie Bront, he turned Kilia into the over-foggy miserable land with lots of magical cool stuff it is today. When he sat on the land, the area around it pushed upwards to form those trusty borders we know as mountains. When he dropped his magic spellbook, the indents became the rivers and the pinecones he crushed under his huge feet grew to become pine forests.
Now, Willen Yeats might look like an awesome guy, but in reality he was an whinging cock. He fills his journals with whiny gothic poetry and the music he listens to are by musicians no one has ever heard of. He needs to get out more. Nobody likes Willen Yeats. Dumbass.
I chose Willen Yeats for my biography report because Professor Harwood said that I was going to fail the class if I didn't finish writing something on an influential scholar. Willen Yeats was a milk-sucking vampire who was born in the northern forests of Kilia. He's about to turn 1000 in a few months, which is young for a vampire, and is personal friends with Athairne.
Willen Yeats is about as huge as a dragon, and his excellent adventures are part of Kilian folklore. Legend says that with his trusty sidekick Lottie Bront, he turned Kilia into the over-foggy miserable land with lots of magical cool stuff it is today. When he sat on the land, the area around it pushed upwards to form those trusty borders we know as mountains. When he dropped his magic spellbook, the indents became the rivers and the pinecones he crushed under his huge feet grew to become pine forests.
Now, Willen Yeats might look like an awesome guy, but in reality he was an whinging cock. He fills his journals with whiny gothic poetry and the music he listens to are by musicians no one has ever heard of. He needs to get out more. Nobody likes Willen Yeats. Dumbass.
