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Titus Oliphant

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About Titus Oliphant

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  1. Titus had a grueling migraine at this point. He had just stepped onto the arrival deck and was frantically searching for a place to seat himself. Titus always had problems with migraines when he was nervous, and this was probably the most nerve-racking part of his life. The time he had spent at the academy had paid off and he was ready for his Cadet training. He noticed a small bench and decided that it looked comfortable enough. He sat down and rubbed his temples, his fingers simultaneously coursing through his medium-length brown hair. A man of 28 years such as himself should have had time to cure an anxiety problem such as this. It didn't matter, though. All that mattered was that he was here. He stood up, revealing his 5'11" average build. Titus had always been a somewhat tall, lanky fellow. He pulled out a comb, purposely messed up his hair with it, and with that he was ready.
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