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Fᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢/𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜.

Nᴀᴍᴇ: 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛

Hᴜᴍᴀɴ Fᴏʀᴍ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢 (𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎,  𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜), 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚢: 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚝 6'9𝚏𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝, 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

Wᴇɴᴅɪɢᴏ Fᴏʀᴍ: 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘'𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚜 30𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖. 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 (𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔), 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚍: 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎: 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑: 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎

Aɢᴇ: 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 17, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛.

Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ Pʀᴇғʀᴇɴᴄᴇs/Aɴᴅ ᴏʀ Rᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 (𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢), 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. (𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Hᴇʀ Tᴇʀʀɪᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ Pᴀᴄᴋ: 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎. 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 2.

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ: 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. (𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛)