template one

<blockquote><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ojf1cMu8pik/VyUnsfFMEPI/AAAAAAAAABE/8RJ_KdgO9jYIfU4mKK3RkGPhdiVV697sACL0B/s160-no/ezgif.com-crop%2B%25281%2529.gif"/><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F8zW90gfaJw/VyUnw2Lr4sI/AAAAAAAAABE/9rsfK29-NmcrCt2vTscqH4leJuIjfV55gCL0B/s160-no/ezgif.com-crop%2B%25282%2529.gif"/><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-M95RcsYdL7M/VyUnuBhiTSI/AAAAAAAAABE/CMaecJ6EHU0ryKt_Gb-S5AIG18uRcGiYgCL0B/s160-no/ezgif.com-crop.gif"/><blockquote><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tn-w5UQaB-8/VyUxqh7QoYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6WtF6AdVKYgzzvIwfDx4VVGTTnSJxARxACL0B/w346-h192/TEXT.jpg"/><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><b>(</b> <i>the basics</i> <b>)</b></blockquote></blockquote>( <i>full name</i> ) here
( <i>nicknames</i> ) here
( <i>gender</i> ) here
( <i>sexuality</i> ) here
( <i>relationship status</i> ) here
( <i>species</i> ) here
( <i>age</i> ) here
( <i>birthday</i> ) here
( <i>social status</i> ) here
( <i>occupation</i> ) here
( <i>face claim</i> ) here</blockquote>
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At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate came  skimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it just grazed his nose,  and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him. '&mdash;or next day, maybe,' the Footman continued in the same tone, exactly  as if nothing had happened. 'How am I to get in?' asked Alice again, in a louder tone. 'ARE you to get in at all?' said the Footman. 'That's the first  question, you know.' It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so. 'It's really  dreadful,' she muttered to herself, 'the way all the creatures argue.  It's enough to drive one crazy!' The Footman seemed to think this a good opportunity for repeating his  remark, with variations. 'I shall sit here,' he said, 'on and off, for  days and days.' 'But what am I to do?' said Alice. 'Anything you like,' said the Footman, and began whistling. 'Oh, there's no use in talking to him,' said Alice desperately: 'he's  perfectly idiotic!' And she opened the door and went in.

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<img src="http://38.media.tumblr.com/c25afa2af83e7656f8e3414f8c2bc7d2/tumblr_inline_nabd3llpRF1sgt9bm.gif"/><img src="http://38.media.tumblr.com/db339f5116ad05f061943fe9471e38d4/tumblr_inline_nabd4562Gy1sgt9bm.gif"/><blockquote><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CP06rSJAjL0/VyVKYcRWAmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rasavAO2NQ09pZ4shs46IGOBiqL3abHpACL0B/w346-h192/TEXT%2B%25284%2529.jpg"/><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><b>(</b> <i>history</i> <b>)</b></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>
At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate came  skimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it just grazed his nose,  and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him. '&mdash;or next day, maybe,' the Footman continued in the same tone, exactly  as if nothing had happened. 'How am I to get in?' asked Alice again, in a louder tone. 'ARE you to get in at all?' said the Footman. 'That's the first  question, you know.' It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so. 'It's really  dreadful,' she muttered to herself, 'the way all the creatures argue.  It's enough to drive one crazy!' The Footman seemed to think this a good opportunity for repeating his  remark, with variations. 'I shall sit here,' he said, 'on and off, for  days and days.' 'But what am I to do?' said Alice. 'Anything you like,' said the Footman, and began whistling. 'Oh, there's no use in talking to him,' said Alice desperately: 'he's  perfectly idiotic!' And she opened the door and went in.