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[hair-synergy]

Reasons For Baldness At Early Ages

Baldness in early age, also known as premature baldness, can be caused by many different kinds of reasons. Here are a few typical explanations:

Hormonal changes: Hormone imbalance, especially with regard to androgens (male hormones), can result in hair loss. Stress, drugs, and medical conditions are just a few of the things that might contribute to this imbalance.

Genetics: Androgenetic alopecia, often known as male-pattern baldness, is the most typical cause of baldness in men. It can begin as early as adolescence and is inherited from either parent.

Medical conditions: A number of ailments, including autoimmune diseases, thyroid problems, and scalp infections, can result in early baldness.

Nutritional deficiencies: Hair follicles might become weak and experience hair loss if vital nutrients like iron, protein, and biotin aren't present.

Lifestyle factors: Poor eating, excessive drinking, and bad habits like smoking can all cause hair loss.

Baldness can be further divided into two types. One is temporary baldness and the other one is permanent baldness. When the underlying cause of hair loss is treated, hair growth might return in a condition known as "temporary baldness", where hair loss is reversible and can get easy treatments for it. on the other hand the disease known as permanent baldness is characterized by irreversible hair loss and irreparably damaged hair follicles. Depending on the underlying reason for the hair loss, there may be a variety of therapy options for both temporary and permanent baldness.

To identify the exact cause of baldness and the best course of action, talk with our hair restoration Singapore clinic.

5 Early Signs of Baldness

Overall hair thinning

Receding Hairline

Excessive hair fall

An itchy scalp

Shorter hair growth cycle

Hair Health Screening

Hair health screening is a procedure that assesses your hair's general health and finds any underlying problems that might be preventing it from growing and looking its best. The following are some standard procedures for a hair health examination

A Hair regrowth specialist will check your physical examination like scalp and hair for indications of hair loss, breakage, and thinning. Additionally, they could look for psoriasis or dandruff on the scalp.

Your medical history, including any medications you are currently taking and any underlying illnesses, will be questioned. The health of your hair may be impacted by certain medical illnesses, such as thyroid or autoimmune disorders.

Your food and nutritional intake will be assessed as part of the nutritional assessment because deficits in some nutrients can lead to hair loss problems.

Analysis of your hair for symptoms of breaking or damage may involve taking a tiny sample of your hair. This can aid in locating any underlying problems, such as a lack of protein or excessive heat styling.

Blood tests may occasionally be performed to look for underlying medical issues or hormonal abnormalities.

Your hair transplant specialist may suggest hair care modifications, prescribe drugs or supplements, or suggest other therapies like hair implant to improve your hair health based on the findings of the hair health screening.

Is it Possible to treat baldness at an early age?

Yes, it is possible to treat baldness at a young age, but the effectiveness of the treatment depends on what is causing the hair loss in the first place. Listed below are a few typical remedies for early baldness

Hair follicles are removed from a donor area and surgically transplanted to the balding area during a hair transplant. If you've lost a lot of hair, it can be a decent alternative. This method is called “Hair Transplant Surgery”

The general health of your hair can be improved by making lifestyle adjustments including giving up smoking, lowering your stress level, and eating a healthy diet.

Conclusion

It's important to consult who provides hair transplant services to determine the specific cause of early baldness and get the appropriate treatment plan. Treatment options and success rates can vary depending on the individual's hair loss pattern, age, and other factors.

[ghostryders]

I just want to talk about what we know about what life is like for human biotics! I am aware that this reads as if I was talking to myself in a hypomanic episode. this is because I was.

We get a lot of interesting info from Kaidan, who was exposed in utero in flight 714 incident at singapore int'l spaceport on april 8 of 2151. He was fitted with an L2 implant at 17 (2168). If Shep is biotic, they were exposed in utero (2153-54) + at age 14; They were fitted with an L3 implant at age 17. which by the way literally how bc they were a minor at the time and there was no official biotics program at the time since BaAT was shut down, plus it was before Grissom Academy. ROTC type program maybe?

ANYWAY We know that biotics just tend to be more... static-y(?) in general. They tend to get small shocks from touching metal objects. Kaidan actually has a little throwaway line that his hair stands up a little on its own so he doesn't need to style it. the mass relay statue on the presidium makes his teeth feel funny and he hears a low humming sound, maybe this can be felt around eezo or large quantities of electricity in general?

On the day to day, it's really important for biotics to keep their amp ports clean, kinda like any medical port we have today. Due to their metabolism burning through calories to provide energy for biotics, they may have what could be considered symptoms of hypermetabolic disorders. Gaining and maintaning weight may be challenging, they're probably prone to anemia, and often feel hot/sweaty.

Typically there are only a few biotics in a unit. This is likely due to the expenses related to them. They need more food, amps, medical observation, and armor that is protective yet flexible enough for them to perform their physical mnemonics. Ironically though, they work best in groups where they can synchronize their abilities.

As we know, there tends to be prejudice and ostracization from other humans. There was even one instance where a biotic was attacked and killed by mob who was scared of them. There's a lot of misinformation about what they are capable of and fear from the general public, including organizations refusing to pay reparations to biotics they abused in their research. This is sort of the origin of biotic extremist groups.

I wonder if they face these issues in the Alliance. Of course publically, the alliance welcomes them and offers them huge enlistment incentives. and they aren't locked out of careers, their options of where they are accepted is mainly limited to the military. It's totally possible that on the day to day, alliance officers and crew distrust them.

i imagine that since biotics basically fire up your nervous system, it can make you feel overwhelmed or anxious, which is probably the source of psychological distressed that many L2's developed. It's also known that biotics kinda like glow during sex. By that logic I’d think biotics can also flare up with strong emotions or physical pain.

Government registration is necessary if the mission involving major kyle and chairman burns goes sour. Though I'd always imagine this is something the government would want to keep track of anyway for census, public health, and military recruitment reasons.

not 100% sure on some sources but hit post send anyway

[agent-flyingfox]

Omar/Emara Aziz - Agent Flying Fox Dossier

Note from Shawn: Sorry. Forgot to do this. Flying Fox has not taken their headshot yet, I thought I should wait until then. But he stole my donuts and is holding them hostage. I'll just get it over with now. I'll add his headshot later...

((OOC:

this is an RP blog for my IEYTD OC! the askblog community is a multiverse thing, but this blog itself is set alongside the events of cog in the machine/~1968 ish?? starting right around missions 1 and 2. there may be spoilers about it!

some rp boundaries:

- no nsfw

- no bigotry

- please tread lightly with religious/spiritual topics, especially regarding Islam. references to religion are fine of course, it's a huge part of culture/societies. just...nothing too heavy (it's a sensitive spot for me)

^i know that might be confusing considering how omar will say a religious term every now and then. for context he's a cultural muslim atheist. he still participates in culture, festivities, and language involved with his upbringing as a malay muslim. like how some atheists in western countries will celebrate christmas and say jeez and stuff!

- no terminal illness/cancer

- flirting is fine but omar is monogamous and taken, so he won't reciprocate!

- please ask before bringing any controversial topics into an rp

- anything else should be just fine though :>

mun is over 18 (23yo). please note that i am also australian, meaning i'll be asleep during most american hours. please don't hesitate to let me know if i'm overstepping or being disrespectful in any way, i want this to be fun for everyone.

note to anyone else joining the IEYTD askblog community: we've agreed to tag our introductory posts with the main tags #ieytd and #i expect you to die. but as there's a lot of us popping up now (hell yeah) we've agreed to use the side tags #ieytask and #ieytd askblog as not to flood the main tag for fans outside our sub-community. hope thats cool with everyone, and let us know if anything needs changing.

i think thats all. have fun! - @taaaaaaawnyfrogmouth))

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Name: Omar/Emara Aziz

Codename: Agent Flying Fox

Place of Birth: Changi Village, Singapore

Nationality: Singaporean

Date of Birth: March 5th, 1932

Height: 5'3

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Blood Type: A

Dom. Hand: Left

Status: Alive

Flavour Profile: Sweet and Spicy

Fav. Colour: Navy Blue

Zodiac: Pisces

MB type: ISFP-A

Weapon of Choice: Advanced Lockpicks

Catch Phrase: "This isn't about me, the Doctor, or the Agency. Think what you will of me. I'll be here for him, always."

A former Zoraxis operative, a high thief and burglar-for-hire who rose up the ranks over the years. Agent Nightjar worked undercover with Omar, on the long and ambitious Operation [REDACTED]. The two had grown close over time, Omar claimied that they may have even fallen in love. They state that they had suspicions, but turned a blind eye to it until his cover was blown. Zoraxis had caught Nightjar collecting intel, and brutally injured him in a near death incident. Omar managed to save the Agent, and with his direction, brought him to the Agency Emergency Room. While grateful for the rescue of one of their agents, the Agency still had their doubts about a Zoraxis Operative changing sides so suddenly. Omar was detained for some weeks after this event – with no clear idea of what the Agency should do to him.

After some pleading and much compromise, Omar’s affiliation with Zoraxis was deemed useful. After pulling some strings, the Agency has Agent Flying Fox working for them in order to pay off his years of crime. Under strict conditions, of course. Their Agency house is dotted with cameras, microphones, and sensors. They are forced to wear a watch that tracks his every word and move. Concerns regarding Agent privacy are continually dismissed by higher supervisors, as “A single blind spot could leave us wide open.” They have been denied a TK implant.

Agent Nightjar is currently in recovery for his injuries. Agency Research & Development is working on new assistive tech for him in the meantime. This has played a part in Flying Fox’s hire, as the Agency still needs to complete Nightjar’s mission until he is able to return to work.

Agent Flying Fox’s motives are uncertain. The team tracking him continue to preach that he is “Just madly in love” and “Constantly gushing about Agent Nightjar, and would do anything for him”. Such claims are met with scepticism from higher officers. What truly motivates this individual to the Agency’s side will forever be a mystery...

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What is the typical recovery time and post-operative care required for individuals who undergo FUE hair transplants in Singapore?

The typical recovery time and post-operative care required for individuals undergoing FUE (Follicular Unit Extraction) hair transplants in Singapore can vary from person to person, but there are some general guidelines to consider.

Recovery Time: After an FUE hair transplant, patients can typically expect a recovery period of about 7 to 10 days before they can resume their normal activities. During this time, it's common to experience some redness, swelling, and minor discomfort in the donor and recipient areas. Most individuals can return to work within a week, but strenuous physical activities should be avoided for a few weeks. Full results from the procedure may take several months to become evident as the transplanted hair gradually grows in and matures.

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Post-operative Care: Proper post-operative care is essential to ensure a successful FUE hair transplant. Patients in Singapore are advised to follow their surgeon's instructions carefully. This often includes keeping the scalp clean and dry, avoiding direct sun exposure, and refraining from scratching or touching the transplanted area. Hair washing techniques recommended by the surgeon should be followed to prevent damage to the newly implanted follicles. Additionally, patients may be prescribed medications such as antibiotics or pain relievers to manage any discomfort and reduce the risk of infection. Regular follow-up appointments with the surgeon are also crucial to monitor progress and address any concerns.

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[sakuranplays]

Birth Name : YM Tengku Mawariah Aishah binti Tengku Danial

Also known as : Venonah Ibrahim (V.I.), Valerie Sanderson, Maruyama Aisa & Arasaka Ai.

Sexuality : Demisexual

Lifepath : Privileged Princess turned Corporate Assassin turned Baby Mercenary

Fixer rate : $$$$ to $$$$$ depending on job type and scope.

Last seen at : Afterlife club in Little China.

NCPD scanner description:

Biometric data : N/A. Body modification and implant information : N/A. Threat level : N/A. Criminal record : N/A.

(Additional notes from Officer River Ward: 5'4", Southeast Asian female with long brown hair. Experienced with NCPD protocols and tactics; likely a former corporate agent. Armed and very dangerous.)

Background :

Born in Night City and after an incident that orphaned her, she was raised in Singapore. A member of a Malay royal family and a godchild to Arasaka Michiko on her 12th birthday. In 2070, Tengku Mawariah was legally declared dead. In 2073, Venonah Ibrahim was registered into Arasaka America Division's biometric database as a junior analyst. In 2074, she was reassigned to Arthur Jenkins as his personal assistant in Counterintelligence Division until her employment contract termination in late 2076.

[dental-clinic-singapore-2020]

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[thedcdunce]

Apollo

“Somehow, I figured the coming of the lord would be a little more auspicious.” - Apollo

Aliases:

Sun King

Gender: Male

Eyes: Blue

Hair: White

Powers:

Unique Physiology

Abilities:

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced)

Leadership

Weaknesses:

Solar Depletion

Vulnerability to Extreme Temperature Changes

Equipment:

Photosphere of Earth

The Carrier

Universe: Wildstorm Universe

Citizenship: American

Base of Operations: 

The Carrier

Eye of the Storm

Parents: Peter Desmond; father

Marital Status: Married (Midnighter; husband)

Occupation: Soldier

First Appearance: StormWatch Vol 2 #4 (February, 1998)

Powers

Unique Physiology

Solar Absorption: Apollo's powers are dependent on the Sun needing only exposure or access to sunlight to activate. Apollo's body behaves more like a battery as his powers are far more directly dependent on the sun.

Flight: He can fly at great speeds. He has been shown to easily cross the entire globe in less than 30 Seconds.

Self-Sustenance: Apollo does not require food or drink as his body is entirely sustained by his solar energy. He can survive in anaerobic environments indefinitely.

Invulnerability: He has walked and survived in the Sun without any sign of discomfort and has been able to easily enter a lava flow to deactivate a volcano.

Accelerated Healing: Apollo can be injured by the depletion of his solar energy reserves. While he is still durable, he is susceptible to physical damage. When presented with solar energy his wounds heal within a matter of minutes if not seconds normally.

Heat Vision: His eyes are constructed to channel solar energy into laser like blasts, literally concentrated sunlight. The limit of his "laser vision" has not been discovered but it is so powerful that he has scorched the entire surface of the Moon without any effort.

Energy Projection: Apollo can also release his solar energy from other parts of his body like his hands or omnidirectionally from his entire body.

Superhuman Speed

Superhuman Stamina

Superhuman Strength

Abilities

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced)

Leadership: Apollo was the leader of a black ops StormWatch team.

Weaknesses

Solar Depletion: Apollo can drain himself through overuse of his powers since living on the Carrier does not provide him with a constant exposure to solar energy. However, even when drained he will be able to fly after 20 seconds in direct sunlight, though it would take him 2 hours to be at full charge. This can be somewhat circumvented by transporting into close proximity to the sun. He may weaken, but it's in the same vein as an athlete who has exhausted himself, rather than a car that has literally no fuel left to function. He is still nearly invulnerable, and very strong. Apollo will die if he completely depletes his solar stores, and his strength/resilience drop accordingly when weakened to the point where he's essentially normal. It has been seen that his power can be easily depleted when he is blocked off from solar energy when it has no way at all to reach him and he expends energy. The signs of this are he becomes increasingly withered and aged.

Vulnerability to Extreme Temperature Changes: Apollo's powers can be heavily affected by extreme temperature changes, like hitting him with a blast of enhanced liquid nitrogen which quick cooled Apollo robbing him of much of his solar power as all the heat in his body had been rabidly evaporated into sweat.

Equipment

Photosphere of Earth

The Carrier

Origin

Apollo was a former U.S. soldier and the leader of a black ops StormWatch team so secret that no-one but the first Weatherman, Henry Bendix, knew of its existence. Apollo was a normal human, bio-engineered by Bendix to have fantastic abilities including super-strength, heat vision, and a high degree of invulnerability. Apollo derives his power from solar energy, and becomes vulnerable to attack when that energy is depleted.

Of the seven-member team, only Apollo and Midnighter, Apollo's future husband, survived. Due to circumstances surrounding the mission, they went rogue and spent the next five years fighting undercover for a finer world in the alleyways of America.

After Bendix's fall in 1998, Christine Trelane discovered files hinting at the existence of Apollo and The Midnighter. Jackson King, formerly Battalion, now the new Weatherman, ordered them found, not sure if they were heroes or villains. Apollo and Midnighter were tracking weapons made in the "Nevada Garden", a leftover of the first Engineer. He ordered Fahrenheit and Hellstrike to tag them with fetishes so they could be transported into SkyWatch. At first, Apollo and Midnighter attacked the StormWatch team, believing them under Bendix's orders. However, they ceased the attack once they were told Bendix was dead. With King's help, they destroyed the Nevada Garden, and Trelane gave them new lives away from Stormwatch.

The Authority

In 1999, Jenny Sparks convinced both Apollo and The Midnighter to come out of retirement to join a new team, dubbed The Authority. The Authority distinguished itself from other super-human teams in that it answered to no governing body or external authority, such as the United Nations. Rather, for the first time, these were super-humans fighting for a better world on their own initiative.

Throughout the course of their membership in the Authority, Apollo and Midnighter's relationship was revealed further. Apollo also developed a friendship with Jennifer Sparks, who felt comfortable confiding in him.

On December 31, 1999, Jennifer Sparks died. Her spirit was reincarnated in an infant girl born the next day in Singapore. As soon as the child was identified, a bloody battle broke out between competing forces--including The Authority--for control of the child, code-named Jennifer Quantum. Apollo was severely beaten in the course of the battle. After the battle, the Commander raped Apollo. Consequently, the Midnighter gored the Commander with a jackhammer.

When the Authority battled a renegade Doctor, a powerful shaman who usurped the powers of the Authority's Doctor and ended up regretting his crimes and repenting, Apollo fried him to a crisp with his eye-beams.

When Seth Cowie defeated and captured the entire team, Apollo was depowered and kept on board the Authority's Carrier which was then used by the G-7 nation's Authority. The Authority's replacements were, in reality, government lapdogs and were cruel, homicidal and masochistic. Apollo was used as a punching bag by two of the villains, Teuton and Last Call, who were his and Midnighter's respective replacements. Teuton almost raped him before the Midnighter appeared and shot Apollo's assailant through the back of his skull. Apollo then fried the head of Midnighter's replacement and later did the same to The Machine, who had taken the powers of Apollo's friend the Engineer. After having killing the G7 Authority and the miserable defeat of Seth Cowie, Apollo and Midnighter were married and adopted Jenny Quantum. From this point on, Apollo was referred to as The Midnighter's husband, and vice versa.

Apollo participated in the beating of Kevin Hawkins, an SAS agent and rampant homophobe. Apollo had forgiven Kev for actually killing the Authority in the past but this was one step too far.

Human on the Inside

The U.S. President ordered an assault on The Authority which resulted in doubts, depression, and human foibles overcoming them. The Midnighter kissed another man, but when he confessed this to Apollo, Apollo became enraged and struck him, sending him through a wall. This is the first time that Apollo and The Midnighter became physically violent with each other.

Coup D'Etat & Revolution

Following a deadly mistake by US leaders, Authority team leader Jack Hawksmoor decided that the time had come to remove the US executive branch and run the country their way. The takeover went smoothly, but the occupation did not go as planned. Shadowy forces intervened to destroy the Authority and put corporate interests back in power.

During this Apollo and Midnighter were sent to raid the base of Stormwatch: Team Achilles, but they found it booby-trapped. After narrowly escaping with their lives, their next mission was to eliminate the US military's super-human training camp. Midnighter returned with the declaration that the program was "Not so special."

The Midnighter received a revelation about the future which compelled him to leave The Authority, permanently. He left Apollo and Jenny Quantum without an explanation and returned to the underground. Following a humiliating nuclear incident in Washington, DC, Hawksmoor resigned as President of the US and announced elections. The Authority disbanded. From 2005 to 2008, Apollo raised Jenny alone in San Francisco, under the watchful eye of the US Government.

When Jenny was eight years old, a series of events propelled her to take matters into her own hands and rebuild the team. She caused herself to jump in age to fourteen, precipitating a verbal confrontation with her father, Apollo. With Apollo's support, she set about to round up the surviving members of The Authority, including The Midnighter. In a painful moment between Jenny, Apollo, and Midnighter, Jenny told Midnighter that she was "the product of a broken home."

In the battle that followed, Henry Bendix revealed that he had gained control over The Midnighter through a Trojan Horse strategy which delivered nanites into Midnighter's body. The Midnighter then fought Apollo and Jenny. Midnighter told Apollo that he must kill him if he got the chance, but Apollo refused. Midnighter, with the aid of a device stolen from Dr. Krigstein's laboratory, defeated Apollo in battle, but Jenny was able to engage Midnighter long enough that the Engineer could remove the mind-control implants and restore Midnighter.

Worldstorm

Apollo battled Captain Atom and his allies in a attempt to stop the destruction of the Wildstorm universe. He killed Grifter in the battle by incinerating his head, but he was later killed by Captain Atom in retaliation. Aftewards, Void recreated the Wildstorm universe, and Apollo lived on.

Utopian

While recharging himself, he was taken down by U.S. Military forces during his attempt to aid injured people in Afghanistan.

World's End

During the events of World's End, Apollo was separated from Midnighter and the rest of the Authority when a thick layer of smog covered the Earth, preventing sunlight from reaching the surface. Apollo was forced to remain in the photosphere to absorb the radiation he needed to survive, visiting the surface in brief periods to help the team. While on the surface, environmental conditions sapped his powers, giving him a gaunt appearance and limiting his ability to fight.

He was later infected by the Warhol Fever, a super power-inducing virus, that evolved and became sentient by incubating in his body. Claiming to be "The Burn", the virus overrode his mind and attempted to escape into The Bleed. The Authority was forced to put Apollo in suspended animation, frozen and in an anaerobic room to keep the infection from spreading.

When Kaizen Gamorra and his forces attacked the Carrier and stole its technologies, Apollo was released into Gamorra Tower from the rest of Gamorra island, causing pure havoc. Apollo confronted Kaizen and killed him by incinerating his head. Apollo was sealed inside Gamorra Tower and the entire building was dropped into the Norwegian Trench so The Burn would go dormant in the cold environment.

Apollo was subsequently cured of his infection after Midnighter traveled to Scotland where he stopped a mad Habib Bin Hassan and was given an apple by Gaia Rothstein that cleansed Apollo's infection. The couple finally embraced after a long time. He and his husband later decided to stay on Earth after the Carrier left the planet, subsequently separating from the Authority, as Apollo's life depended on Earth's sun. Both Apollo and Midnighter then helped the heroes of Earth in battling the Knights of Khera, in which Apollo fought the Majestic-level Sebastian and was beaten when the Kheran warlord punched him to a un-sunlit Wales. Fortunately, he was teleported out of Wales by Stormwatch technician Link over five miles above the North Pole where he was fully recharged and able to destroy the Kheran's terraforming machines.

Fun Facts

Apollo is gay and married to The Midnighter and is the adoptive father of Jenny Quantum.

Apollo is the confidant to the Engineer, like his relationship with Jenny Sparks. He would tease her, calling her his 'fag hag'.

[nitewrighter]

Can we get some fluffy/steamy Spiderbyte featuring Widowmaker's Black Lily dress? I could see it becoming one of Sombra's favorites

Arrrgh this has been sitting in my inbox since literally last Lunar New Year because I wanted to write it but couldn’t really come up with anything beyond “Widowmaker… Hot” at the time…like all my spiderbyte prompts I didn’t really have the heart to delete it though. But with Lunar New Year and Femslash February once again upon us, and me noticing I don’t actually have a lot of Talon-Centric fics and like… sexual tension fics for Spiderbyte, so I’m taking a crack at it now!

(Also I just realized I don’t think I’ve written much Moira interacting with Talon members aside from Gabe? Gotta fix that.)

I think Widowmaker’s hair is going to be closer to her “hairpin” spray than with the full tactical headdress here.

—-

Sombra sipped at a sour, smoky cocktail of mezcal and Lapsang Souchong, leaning against the railing of Vialli’s luxury barge and looking out over Singapore’s waters. The night air was warm, muggy, and salty. The city glittered on the coast, looking like jewel-toned flames springing up from the red embers of the red lanterns lining the streets below. Sombra herself was dressed for the occasion in a black cropped silk jacket over a long red and gold dress. Not her usual color scheme, but one she could pull off pretty well and one that conveniently covered up most of her spinal implants. She had parted her hair to hide her neural implants as well. She knew the party was at least 90% Talon allies with the remaining 10% being those who were likely to be brought into the fold, but still, for her, you could never be too careful.

“I’m surprised you’re not in there,” a smooth and deep Irish accent cut through the mugginess as Moira stepped up alongside Sombra, towering over her almost comically, “Personal data being exchanged, secrets being loosened by drink, compromising situations just waiting to happen… I imagine that’d be a buffet for you.”

“Max said we weren’t working tonight,” said Sombra, smiling a little and sipping her drink. 

“Ah but the work is never finished for us, is it?” said Moira, swirling her whiskey in its glass. Sombra didn’t dislike Moira–sure, the geneticist cut a pretty spooky figure, but there was a combination of aggressive independence and professionalism about her that Sombra could respect. Honor among thieves, she supposed. Moira was looking a bit more feminine than usual tonight in a violet qipao. 

“Never is,” Sombra agreed before clinking her glass against Moira’s.

“Start any wars lately?” Moira quipped–subtle ego stroking, Sombra didn’t mind, but it wasn’t anything that would bring them any closer. Moira probably knew that.

“I’d have to check my schedule,” said Sombra, “Start any plagues?”

“Well they won’t be plagues until they’re released on the general populace, you understand,” said Moira with a smile before sipping her own whiskey. Sombra didn’t really want to know if she was joking, not tonight. She gave a glance back at the interior of the barge–air conditioned, she was sure, otherwise with how crowded it was in there, more people should have been flooding out where she was.

“It’s been a good year for us,” Moira went on, leaning against the railing, “I hope you realize we owe no small part of that to you.”

“I try,” said Sombra with a shrug.

“You do a lot more than that. I feel there could be a lot of mutual benefit having someone with as great a command of information as you in the inner circle.” 

Sombra was quiet at this, giving a tentative sip to her drink. The work really never was done with Moira–not even Talon’s inner politics.

“New year, new opportunities,” Moira spoke a bit airily, swirling her whiskey again, “Just something to consider.” She sipped her drink.

Buttering it on thick, aren’t you? thought Sombra. “You offering me a seat at the table?” Sombra arched an eyebrow.

“That depends on if you’re inclined to accept,” said Moira, bringing the glass down from her lips, her voice a bit husky with the burn of whiskey.

Sombra wasn’t inclined. She knew Akande’s special little club with their big table in Venice would only put more eyes on her, only slow her down. She knew Talon was pulling a lot of strings, and she wouldn’t mind getting her own hands on some, but gut instinct told her Moira was not the way to do that. If she ever did make it to the big kid’s table, she wouldn’t want to be carried there in someone’s pocket. Moira was the last person you wanted to owe favors to, as well. 

“I’m a little busy with my own stuff right now,” said Sombra, examining her nails.

“To be expected,” said Moira, “Well the offer stands,” she pushed off of the railing and headed back towards the doors to the interior of the barge, “And if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

“I know where to find anyone, it’s kind of my thing,” said Sombra with a grin.

Moira gave a soft chuckle, a narrow silhouette against the light of the barge’s window’s behind her. From the inside of the barge, a swell of music was muted by the window glass, but Sombra’s eyes flicked from the shadow of Moira to two figures past the glass. Widowmaker was walking past, her arm hooked in Doomfist’s. Sombra’s eyes widened at the sight of her. She knew Widowmaker was no stranger to fashion–her number at Maximilien’s casino a few months back was proof enough of that, but this look blew the Monaco dress out of the water. Ornate and body-hugging, the aubergine cheongsam featured a daring slash up the front of her thigh, and bared the spider tattoo on her back. Her earrings were dripping with rubies and her hair was done up in an intricately looped updo pinned in place by a hairpin sporting a large, dangling blood-red mystic knot of silk. And stockings–of course the Parisian had to be sporting lacy sheer black stockings.

 Sombra brought her martini glass to her lips to try and hide her staring but one glance at Moira and she knew it was obvious. Again, she didn’t dislike Moira, but she didn’t like Moira knowing a lot about her. She didn’t like most people knowing a lot about her. She didn’t like anyone knowing anything about her but Moira smiled a bit, following Sombra’s line of sight to Akande and Widowmaker.

“Talon’s crown jewel,” Moira said, looking admiringly on Widowmaker. Some part of Sombra’s stomach knotted. Sombra wasn’t sure how much involvement Moira had in making Widowmaker…. well, Widowmaker—She wasn’t sure how many records of that time had been destroyed. And Moira was still in Blackwatch then…No. Not the time to fixate on that. 

“Seeing a pattern between this and Monaco,” Sombra said, glancing at Akande as he spoke to Maximilien with Widowmaker on his arm, “They’re not…”

Moira laughed a little. “Do you honestly think she’s even capable of those kinds of feelings?” she said, looking back at Widowmaker, “No. We made her perfect. But you know Akande–Likes to make an entrance.” 

The music thrummed against the wood and glass and Maximilien took Widowmaker’s free hand. He bent and kissed it (Well kissed it about as much as an omnic could manage) and then gestured to the dance floor. Sombra’s brow furrowed and her lips pursed as Widowmaker broke away from Akande and disappeared into the crowd of the dance floor with Maximilien. Sombra started briskly walking toward the doors.

“Play nice, Sombra,” said Moira, clear amusement in her voice as Sombra pushed past her for the door. 

Sombra suddenly gulped down her Lapsang Souchong cocktail, “Oh, I’m playing nice,” she said, and tossed the martini glass over her shoulder, over the ship’s railing where it splashed soundlessly into Singapore’s bay. She pushed through the doors and entered the crowded interior of the party. Sombra knew how to move through a crowd. She knew how to be the person no one looked at. Despite the mezcal now burning in her solar plexus and hazing her senses slightly, her footing was sure and direct. Her heels clicked across the wood until she stepped out onto the barge dance floor. She only had to scan the crowd briefly to see Widowmaker and Maximilien dancing. 

A socialite, a rich suit with a face she couldn’t be bothered with recognizing right now, one of the 10% and therefore, probably an idiot, blocked her vision briefly.

“Where have you been all ni–” he started with charm but Sombra completely ignored him and walked past him. 

The music was a combination of east and west–Big band compositions rendered atmospheric and romantic by the erhu and guzheng, and the singer of the band giving a lovely Malay cover of Sinatra’s “Strangers in the Night” while piano dripped in and out. Widowmaker’s tattoo bobbed through the crowd as Maximilien danced her across the floor. Between the multiple couples to push through, it took Sombra a good couple of seconds to reach them. It didn’t really occur to her that maybe this wasn’t a good idea until she tapped Maximilien on the shoulder. He turned his head and looked at her. Widowmaker lifted her chin slightly to look past her shoulder and there were maybe three seconds where Sombra remembered, Right. Big kid’s table, as she looked at Maximilien.

“Can I help you?” Maximilien said, looking down on her. For a brief second Sombra wondered if her need to take down or control all the corrupt systems of the world were a part of a Napoleon complex, but one glance at Widowmaker’s eyes and she stared into the red glare of Maximilien’s eyes without fear. She hadn’t been afraid of a man in a suit in her life, and she wasn’t about to start now.

“I was hoping I could cut in,” said Sombra, extending a hand toward Widowmaker.

Maximilien managed to make a waltz position look statue-still as he looked down at Sombra. “That would depend on Mademoiselle,” he said, giving a glance over to Widowmaker.

This isn’t about Amélie, Sombra realized immediately, This is about power. Big kid’s table. This was about her knowing her place in the organization. About Amélie knowing her place in the organization. Sombra made eye contact with Widowmaker, wondering if she could see the same, wondering if she knew the same, wondering how much was behind those yellow eyes. 

Moira’s voice echoed in her head. Do you honestly think she’s capable of those kinds of feelings?

  Bad idea, Sombra realized, Bad, bad, bad idea. You’re counting on the favor of someone who was literally brainwashed to have no preference. But Sombra couldn’t pull out. She couldn’t say, “You know what, you look you’re having fun, I’ll leave you alone,” because then Maximilien would know that she would back down where Talon wanted her to, and she couldn’t have that. She just had to brace for the humiliation of Widowmaker’s rejection. That was it. No one knew who she was at this party. It didn’t matter. Sombra was a ghost. A shadow. Her shield. It would all just go right through her. Maximilien–well she could deal with Maximilien later.

A long pause passed between the three of them, the other bodies on the dance floor still shifting and gliding to the music around them. 

“Well—” Maximilien started after a few beats.

“Mademoiselle accepts,” said Widowmaker, breaking away from him and taking Sombra’s hand.

“What–I mean, well of course, as you wish,” said Maximilien, pulling away from them with all the grace he could muster. 

“Oh–” said Sombra as Widowmaker took her hand and put a hand on her hip. Her hands were cool–not cold, Singapore was too warm for their usual clamminess, but the coolness was a comfort that Sombra could feel through the silk of her dress.

“I’ll lead,” said Widowmaker, “I’m taller–is that all right?” 

Sombra nodded dumbly as Widowmaker stepped into a dance. At that point, the last song ended and a Malay cover of “It’s Only a Paper Moon” started. Widowmaker knew how to dance—she knew how to lead. Sombra could feel her face burning and the mezcal still burning in her gut. She knew she could hold her liquor better than most but she was hyperaware of any misstep she could make now, but Widowmaker looked down at her.

“That was bold,” said Widowmaker after a minute or so of dancing.

“Psh,” Sombra bunched up her shoulders, “You think just because he’s got a chair in Venice that I’m scared of him?” 

“You should be scared.”

“Don’t have to be scared if I’m smart,” said Sombra.

“Stepping on the toes of Talon superiors is not smart,” said Widowmaker, flatly.

“Well sorry for figuring you didn’t want to spend the night as someone’s hood ornament,” said Sombra.

Widowmaker smirked a little. “I can handle myself,” she said with a smile.

“I know you can,” said Sombra as Widowmaker twirled her, “But it’s New Year’s. I figure you’d want to have fun.”

They swayed to the music a while longer.

“Tell me something,” said Sombra.

“Mm?”

“Would you want a chair on the council?” asked Sombra, “Y’know… Venice?”

Widowmaker looked thoughtful. “I wasn’t made to lead,” she said after a long while, “I was made to kill.”

A part of Sombra wanted to debate the terms of Widowmaker being ‘made’ but she knew that was a whole other can of worms, so instead she simply proceeded in the same line of the conversation. “But if you lead, you could direct Talon so it kills better,” said Sombra.

“I don’t want to leave the field,” said Widowmaker, her eyes scanning across the crowd on the dancefloor, “I had more than my fill of the politics in Monaco.”

“Akande likes you, though,” said Sombra.

“Because I do my job,” said Widowmaker, a barb and a smile in her voice.

“Mean,” said Sombra.

“I know,” said Widowmaker. 

Widowmaker just smirked and swayed Sombra across the dance floor. “You do know how to make a night interesting,” she conceded. Widowmaker studied Sombra for a moment. “You changed your hair,” she said after a beat.

“Yeah well… you know these parties,” said Sombra, with a shrug, “It’s not bad, is it?”

“I almost didn’t recognize you,” said Widowmaker. She tucked a bit of Sombra’s hair back, revealing one of the metallic nubs of her neural implants, “There–”

Sombra instinctively brought her hand up and tucked her hair back over the nub. Widowmaker’s hand pulled back slightly.

“Sorry,” Sombra glanced off.

Widowmaker shook her head, “I understand,” she said after a beat. They danced a while longer. Widowmaker smelled good–Perfume didn’t really trail off of her the way it should with her lower body temperature, it took the warmth of the room for it to occasionally bloom off of her as she and Sombra glided towards other bodies. Sombra would only get occasional bursts of labdanum and peony.

“So you… uh… like dancing?” Sombra managed. 

Widowmaker chuckled a little, “I like dancing,” she said, dipping Sombra, the movement making Sombra curse an uncountable amount of times in her head while feeling her face burning as Widowmaker stooped over her before bringing her upright again, “I also like seeing people like Maximilien brought down a peg or two…” she swung Sombra around so that she could see the bar, where Maximilien was bitterly ordering a glass of Glenwales organic oil. Sombra snickered a little as Widowmaker swept her across the dance floor, “And I like that you make a living of doing just that.”

A nervous chuckle escaped Sombra, “Yeah well… You got anyone in mind, you just let me know, you know?” she said as Widowmaker pulled her out of a dip again. 

“I will keep that in mind,” said Widowmaker, smiling.

Sombra could hear the distant pop of fireworks from Singapore’s shores as they kept dancing, but she didn’t feel particularly inclined to go watch them. Not just yet.

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Meet Xiaxue Young

Her actual name is Wendy Cheng Yan, and also she's a famous blogger in Singapore. On her blog site, she goes by the name of "Xiaxue," which indicates snowing in Chinese. She is a lovely lady that is happily wed to an American man from Texas as well as with each other; they have an adorable 4-year-old child. Click on the next plastic surgery blog and see before and after pictures!

Xiaxue wasn't always pretty, however. Anytime before she transformed 23, you might most likely say that she was typical taking a look at best. This didn't quit her from going after the life that she's always wanted.

A life filled with joy, honesty, elegance, makeups, love, blogging ... and periodic swearing.

The magic happened when she decided to go with aesthetic treatments.

Yes, she's had numerous of those, and this is her cosmetic surgery story ...

Before A Celebrity Was Born ...

Xiaxue at two years of source: xiaxue.blogspot.com

Below's a photo of Xiexue when she was two years of ages. You can see that she was currently lively, happiness, and also although she does look a bit loud (praise), energetic!

Early Teenage Days

Xiaxue 13 years of ages face13 Years Old-- There is no other way you can tell that this was Xiaxue!

An old photo showing the face of Xiexue at the age of 13 back in 1997. As you can see, she had a ubiquitous Oriental look with small eyes, a broad nose, large chin, as well as a large jawline ... plus a rather boring haircut too.

Xiaxue at 14 years old14 Years of ages-- Her face appears to be thinner.

Xiaxue 18Xiaxue's face at 18 years of ages.

Wendy (her English name) has obtained some weight here, and her face appears to be more chubby. The reality that she had a flat nose made it looked more significant than it already was.

Twenty Years Old

Xiaxue 20 years oldHere she is developing into a beautiful girl at age 20.

One year after Xiexue started her fantastic blog, she's altered and developed into a wonderful woman. Although she wasn't delighted with herself, and that's why she pursed cosmetic surgery.

According to her blog site, she's had a variety of plastic surgeries done, but whatever you do ... please don't ask her why she's done it. Because according to her, that resembles asking an additional woman why they design their hair, why they use makeup and also why they use skincare. You understand ...

She's Had Rhinoplasty ... TWICE!

Xiaxue Nose Surgery

Yes, you review that right. She went through the procedure two times because, however, her initial nose surgery was a failure.

As you can see from above, her rhino specialist didn't honestly do an excellent task and mostly made her nose bridge appearance jagged in the direction of one side. That's why she selected a second treatment.

Besides repairing her nasal bridge, she likewise improved her nose suggestion. This time, all successful.

Check out her before as well as after image below.

Xiaxue Nose Before and After

The picture on the right was taken just before she went with cosmetic surgeries, and also you can see a huge difference. Xiaxue also made a video clip discussing to her fans regarding the experience in rhinoplasty.

In this youtube video clip, she talked about her marks, how she serviced the alar (tissue next to the nostrils), the type of implants used, pain degree, recuperation time and also more. Inspect it out.

Of course, her nose was simply among the number of procedures she's done.

Currently ... allow's go on to her following surgical treatment.

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Preparations For a Body That Will Accept Anything

At the 3-story leather bar, I was took with the passing memory of the woman at the suburban street art fair who sold prints of her digital collages which mostly layered closeups of leaves with washed out details of a shiny face or medium shot of a nude body, turned away.  “These are all digital collages made with my original images” she explained.  A lily pad leaf with holes and computerized discoloration was placed over the muscled ass and lower back of a blonde man with his profile clipped in atmospheric glow filters.  I completed the perimeter of her booth, which stood out from the woodworking/practical crafts and cityscape photos on wraparound canvas that dominate these kinds of events. In her space, a nymph-like quality and color palette you might associate with the lives of nymphs predominated, communicating the highest rigor of a paganistic fashion shoot.  She turned to a woman approaching her booth and said “these are all digital collages made with my original images.”  

The 3-story leather bar had its own approach to nature.  Importantly, it was named after an animal, and the animal most critical to the identity of the United States.  Conventional urinals were replaced with a long trough, bringing to mind rustic farm life and the day to day experience of domesticated animals.  High on the priority list of the men filling the space was the task of infinite looking around.  Evaluating a face and body in a swarm of people and occasionally speaking to the face and body evaluated.  This was prime nature: silent looking, but not silent in fact as usually a mouth accentuated the other direction of an eye.  A man approached me leading with his lit phone, “has anyone ever told you you look like him?,” the image of a famous and often arrested young actor on his screen.  “Yes, a few times.”  Being spoken to is obviously less interesting than silent looking in a place like this.  Humans enjoy staring at animals, at vistas, at trees, I won’t accept they abuse with curiosity alone, ahahaha, nature’s voyeur, “I’m gay” I thought, as an older man attempted to place his hand in my pee stream before it reached the piss trough.  Our eyes didn’t meet before I said “no” in the tone of disciplining a pet and jerked my cock away.  I did not want his hand in my pee stream and did not even give myself a chance to think about it.

When I was able to observe it, I observed that my neighbor Rob went out a lot.  I usually preferred to stay in and experienced going out by not moving and then by watching people move for me.  Some part-memorized quote on the longevity of the action movie guided this habit of mine, that action movies remain popular because they convince a viewer’s mind that they themselves are catapulting their bodies then holding a gun sideways, punching a face that deserves it until its new form is noticeable, screaming at an approaching animal villain or rock.  The action movie takes our bodies back to a primeval routine of violent exercise and the bodies react by pretending we did something crucial. My experience of watching men reveal both their well-exercised and freely ignored bodies through a sexual broadcast was equivalent to being in the same room as a TV showing the poorly received 9th season of a popular police drama watched by a cousin I hadn’t seen in 6 years, its audio annihilating the interesting chirps of two sparrows outside the window, that I turn and look at directly only once before I decide it’s time to leave the room.  But in some cases such broadcasts were enough surreptitious movement for my body to feel a moment free from the control of my memory and mind. I noticed Rob coming back at various times: 2:33, 1:02, 1:35, 4:21, always in the AM, 1:56, 3:22, 3:06, 5:10, 2:09.  The men coughed, rotated, considered viewers “weak little faggots who need my cock,” 3:46, 12:47, some laid on their sides for several hours, shirtless but not totally sexual in their presentation, some kinda hesitation in their eyes as if testing the world to see if the world thought them attractive.  I felt shanked by what I interpreted as hints of stapled longing in their faces, all of my senses indicated that I was living in the Koyaanisqatsi of porn.  Keeping secrets in the era of social media is an aggressive method of remaining unshared. Yet the spills from certain years stay sticky and even sometimes find a way to tower over me.  Until they are presented to other people, the gore associated with those lost frenzies remains uncleared, yes, freedom fries mist in freezers past like Chrysippus' ass, who made him laugh to death, mhmm.  

Since there had to be an afterimage to the disappearance of an old life, it had to be this: relaxed by the hands off finesse of fate, I lazily controlled myself to decide there wasn’t any other choice but fate.  Always available to the world was my face, to just hide it with a mask or veil would only bring more charged glances or wild guesses.  To be conceived of as sexy was blood-curdling.  I looked up the plastic surgeon with the lowest cumulative online rating, it was Gabe Jenkins and I called the office.  After hearing a high octave off-phone grunt, a voice said

“Dr Jenkins office?”

“Hi do you” I experienced a brisk intake, “Do you do all kinds of” here I laughed like I was trying to encourage someone I thought of as insecure after they made a difficult-to-react-to joke during a conversation “plastic surgery?”

“Yes we offer a number of options,” they responded without interest.

My lack of response gave the woman some go ahead to list the procedures, “breast enhancement, fillers, nose reconstruction, face lift, buttocks enhancement, some men like the calf implants, pec implants, jaw reshaping.  What are you looking for exactly?”

“I have some — a few ideas.  I” I looked at a long strand of black hair that hung from the stationary ceiling fan and was not mine “want to…look like — is it possible to make my face look older? I specifically would like forehead lines and crow’s feet.  And if there is a way to get my neck to sag lower than it is now that would be great. I am 27, I would like to look at least 78 if possible, hello?”

The voice had interest in it, “please don’t call here again if you are going to waste our time.”

“I am being very serious.  I would like plastic surgery to look older,” and there was silence.  

I considered what I could say to make it real. “Please, I would like the procedures done as soon as possible, there is a big gala I will be attending in Singapore next month” but I fear-laughed and the woman exited.  

I had no thoughts to live for, and then suddenly in a breakthrough moment I discovered that, after many many months, I had a thought: I should slowly begin to get plastic surgery to look older.  Now I needed money to make this happen.  Because then my disappearance would appear more accurate.  With the jowls of a 92 yr old man I would feel liberated.  But that wasn’t enough — I wanted more than anything to reproduce the appearance of a man well over 100.  In fact my thought revealed to me that I was a futurist because I would only settle for looking as old as someone whose life expectancy extended to at least 173.  I wanted to be old in a way no one had yet even imagined.  This would involve a lot of planning, sketching, file-saving and interviewing, and would likely be the type of initiative that lasts an entire life, and I would start with forehead lines.  An ease-in for the body and for the eyes of those that recognized me, and achievable with a budget eyebrow pencil for now.  Keeping costs down was a second thought that entered exactly behind the first thought that appeared after many months.  The eyebrow pencil could also be used for crow’s feet, frown lines, liver spots; but the application of frail sag on my neck, the indistinct recognition of the world suggested by the droop of eyes, the tint play of bald spots under white hair that is shiny and limp, the lowered vocal octave and general bodily slackening were all protruding costs. If I could not formulate, participate in or witness a revolution then I would elect to suffer a much more minor revolution that you might try to call a celebrolution.  As, though the actions and voices that built up the center of what we celebrate as a ‘political climate’ had shifted in an obvious external pivot towards a ‘something totally else,’ it still stood despite the panic that the country needed to focus on the opinions and physical movements of celebrities, and actually not ‘despite’ but ‘because of.’  And plastic surgery was often used by celebrities to command and maintain the public’s focus by recreating a version of themselves they believed responsible for their entry point into wealth and unhinged visibility. Since I was not known for anything and in fact could even be summarized as a loser or more accurately lost, and that I could barely string a sentence together and sometimes ate peanut butter sandwiches and then looked at my hands to discover I had actually eaten an entire pen — this meant my use of plastic surgery could be a revolution in my opportunities. That is, the opportunities that trickle down from achieving grotesque notoriety.  A celebrolution to solve a chunky lil personal puzzle.  

I knew the lines in my palms very well, and so I looked forward to the inevitable submission of lines all over my face because I wanted to know those lines just as well.  I wanted to know them as well as I knew the tone of no worries found in the whoosh sound effect that separates two segments of an entertainment news TV show.  It became a sound I carried with me everywhere, I’ve looked at birds fly past me and heard the sound, communicating that something is leaving.  It gave me a short leak of light, in a moment, and then I could not wait to see what came next.  It was a sound I would need as a score for the before/after of my first forehead-aging and chest droop surgery.  I can definitely say that I’ve had a bird fly past me before.  I simply wanted more free time to formulate a plan for my future appearances, it filled my thoughts all day long. Monetarily I was forsaken, choked out and in need of unbound frondescence.  I never stopped thinking I had some level of luck, I had two lamps, but then there was the job which was just about all I could handle, and, full-time-as-part-time to its core, it tossed me about, took time away from my obsessions, and so I repressed and regularly said ‘yes’ to survive.  At work there was Rachel, who had been entranced by Tom Hiddleston and who first introduced the word ‘clopening’ to me, and Gifford, whose name I could not disassociate from Gabrielle Giffords, and Steven, whose quick rescuing reaction to an elderly customer’s near dive over an uninhibited bag of packing peanuts resulted in the customer’s maximum level of comfort and safety, considering the stakes.  That lack of hesitation in making a decision, and in making the right decision, the most helpful and societally selfless decision, caused me to immediately respect Steven.  So when he found the time to comment on something to me, I tried very hard to engage.  As he explained to me during a lunch break, “The USA does not exist. The White House does not exist. They are using holograms to deceive everyone. God destroyed Earth by fire. And these demon parasites knew it and fled and hid from God and God’s army. Well, they lost. God rules and is in control. Stop watching media. They are lying to everyone. The media all sold their soul to Illuminati demons and are no more. There is nothing more than demons and clones using holograms to run deception. Better wake up. The Heavenly Bodies are right above your head.”  And then he would laugh like he didn’t care if it was true.

[integreti]

FULL NAME:  kaidan alenko. D.O.B:  may 16, 2151. AGE:  32. BORN:  pulau ujong, singapore. NATIONALITY:  dual nationality: singaporean / canadian. SPECIES:  human. GENDER:  cis male. SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  bisexual demiromantic / doesn’t like labels. SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S):  fluent english ; can carry a conversation in mandarin, malay, cantonese, tamil, hokkien ; modern portable computers allow anyone with a few hundred credits of equipment to enjoy seamless real-time translation of alien languages, courtesy of handheld PDAs and computers. [source] GROUP AFFILIATION:  alliance marine corps. RANK:  major. CLASS:  sentinel / aka tech + biotic. PASSIVE CLASS:  alliance officer. IMPLANTS:  L2. ABILITIES/SKILLS:  throw, barrier, stasis, sabotage, decryption, overload, first aid, warp, singularity, reave. WEAPONS:  m-11 suppressor,  m-15 vindicator, N7 valkyrie. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS:  nomadic, stationed aboard the ssv normandy.

                    .:: RELATIONS ::.

MOTHER:  kim alenko. NATIONALITY:  singaporean. ETHNICITY:  asian. RELATIONSHIP:  very, very close.  a total mama’s boy. FATHER:  adrian alenko. NATIONALITY:  unknown. ETHNICITY:  unknown / of possible european descent. RELATIONSHIP:  became distant after BAat.  wants to improve their relationship overall. SIBLING(S):  n/a. MARITAL STATUS:  single. CHILDREN:  n/a.

              .:: PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS ::.

HEIGHT:  6'0″. WEIGHT:  175—185 lbs. ETHNICITY:  eurasian. EYE COLOR:  brown. HAIR COLOR:  black. TYPE OF HAIR:  thick & curly. SKIN TONE:  tan / yellow undertones. BODY BUILD:  mesomorph. ACCENT:  canadian ?? VOICE:  low, husky, & warm.

               .:: PERSONALITY TRAITS ::.

NEUTRAL:  intelligent, guileless, adaptable, perceptive, systematic. POSITIVE:  conscientious, honest, inquisitive, clever, lively, communicative, benevolent, allocentric, debonair. NEGATIVE:  vindictive, condemnatory, cynical, wishful, mechanical, restless, inconsistent, anxious. EMOTIONAL WEAKNESSES:  irascible, acrimonious. EMOTIONAL STRENGTHS:  resilient, patient. MORAL ALIGNMENT:  lawful good.

                      .:: MISC ::.

COLOR:  blue. ZODIAC:  pig. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN:  gemini. SIN:  wrath. ELEMENT:  air.

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Popular Hair Transplant Services Singapore 2022

Hair transplant services have become increasingly popular in the recent years. This is because people are now more cognizant of the need for a natural looking head of hair.

Hair transplantation is a procedure that involves harvesting healthy hair from a patient’s head and then implanting it in areas where baldness has occurred. The procedure can be done one to four times with each session lasting about two hours.

The procedure is performed by a surgeon who will remove follicles from the donor area and then implant them into the balding area. Hair transplants are usually done with individual follicular unit grafts, which are small sections of hair that contain one to four hairs each, although larger grafts may be used in some cases.

Hair transplant surgery that is used to treat hair loss. It involves removing some hair from the back of the scalp and then transplanting it to areas of the scalp which are bald. Hair transplants can be performed on both men and women, but they are most often used by men.

The cost of a hair transplant services Singapore varies depending on the type of procedure, how many grafts are needed, where they will be taken from and how much time you spend in hospital. It can range anywhere from £2,000 - £5,000 for a single procedure.

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Modern Hair Transplant Services

Modern hair transplant procedures have changed the lives of people who are going bald. Hair restoration is the process of restoring hair by transferring healthy hair from one part of the scalp to another. It can also be called Follicular Unit Transplantation (FUT), or other methods like Follicular Unit Extraction (FUE) and Robotic Hair Restoration.

Numerous studies have found that a good majority of male pattern baldness patients experience improvement in their self-confidence and quality of life once they undergo treatment for hair loss. The key to treating hair loss is to go for a transplant that will work with your genetic pattern and your family history, as well as being compatible with your lifestyle and budget.

Hair transplant services are a type of surgery that move hair from the back or sides of the head to the top. Hair transplants can restore baldness caused by certain types of cancer treatments, genetic thinning, and for men, male-pattern hair loss.

Hair transplant services are generally offered by a plastic surgeon or otolaryngologist. The procedure is done in two stages where hair follicles are removed from the donor site and then transplanted to the balding area.

There are two types of hair transplant services providers:

1) Surgeons who use scalp reductions (hairline lowering) surgery to harvest grafts

2) Surgeons who don't use scalp reductions surgery to harvest grafts.

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Hair transplant services are widely available in Singapore. The procedure is more popular than ever before due to the skyrocketing demand for hair restoration treatments.

The procedure is a potentially life-changing one, as it can give you what you’ve always wanted - fuller, thicker and healthier looking hair. Before you book your appointment with a hair transplant clinic in Singapore, here are the five important things that you need to know about the procedure.

Hair transplantation is a surgical procedure that is used for the treatment of male pattern baldness and female hair loss.

The demand for hair restoration surgery services has grown over the years, as this problem is more prevalent today than it was in the past.

The hair transplant services can be carried out on both men and women and its success rate ranges from 50% to 90%.

It is important to note that hair transplant is not a permanent solution to either male pattern baldness or female hereditary baldness. For example, if medication ceases or if an illness becomes chronic, then they may need to undergo another session of surgery.

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The potential gains of breathing through the nose is that the fine hairs present inside the nose go likely as a channel to keep irksome particles away from entering the lungs. Breathing through the nose moreover assists with warming and humidifies the air which is taken in. When breathing through the mouth, the advantages of nasal breathing are lost.

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Our clinic offers you one of the most professional and affordable hair implant services that are specially designed for those who have a balding problem. Here, at Hair Synergy, we also provide therapy, consultation, as well as different hair products to treat severe hair loss problems.