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• Angels Don't Cry

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  Seraphina Viola Bouchard

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  Phina, Phi

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  age

  21

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  date of birth

  March 4

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  gender

  female

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  sexuality

  pansexual

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  faceclaim

  Dominique Provost-Chalkley

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  role

  Queen
• hair colour / style

  
  

  Seraphina has long, wavy light brown hair. She prefers to wear it down or in a single ponytail or braid. She keeps it tied up when she's exercising, of course.

  eyes

  
  

  Phina has hazel eyes that, as hazel eyes do, appear different colors in certain lighting. There are rather distinct flecks of green in her irises, though, no matter what color the rest of the iris appears to be.

  build

  
  

  Despite appearing small and unassuming, Phina has a surprisingly athletic build. She has a routine, and she sticks to it - and, every now and then, she's not afraid to show it off.

  attire

  
  

  Phina's style as as versatile as her personality. She prefers bright colors and floral patterns, and keeps up with certain fashion trends. However, she typically prefers comfort over style and finds a good in-between to claim as her own. In Spring, she likes dresses and skirts. Summer, shorts and crop tops. Fall and winter, of course, are strictly for sweaters. When the weather dips below a cool 70, Seraphina will need a jacket.

  modifications

  
  

  Besides just having her earlobes pierced, one would be surprised to find that Seraphina has a rather large - and a little disturbing - tattoo on the back of her neck. It starts at very back of her neck and ends between her shoulder blades about mid-back; three pairs of wings, each in varying stages of flight and wrapped around a strange black mass that somewhat resembles an eye. (image / original source)

  scars / markings

  
  

  Seraphina has very few scars, but two she can point out easily are one just above her left eyebrow (from a sledding incident with her brother) and a heart shaped one on her right ankle (a cheerleading accident, she isn't sure why the scar is a heart but she likes it)

  physical / health ailments

  
  

  Allergic to cats. Not deadly, but they make her sneeze and itch.

  misc info

  
  

  
  -Phina cannot stand the sight of blood. It’s not that it makes her nauseous or anything, but there’s a certain terror in her eyes when she sees it (though she’ll never explain it).
  -Phina absolutely loves donuts. To an almost unhealthy level. If she’s sad, it’s pretty much the only way to cheer her up and it works wonders.
  -Phina has a particular love for birds, and it would seem they’re somewhat drawn to her as well. She’s been followed by birds before, most commonly swans and sparrows.
  -Where birds love her, cats seem to despise her. They spit and hiss at her, cringing from her touch. She’s allergic to them anyway.
  -Has a surprisingly dark sense of humor, though she’ll chide whoever made the joke.
  -Phina has extreme car anxiety, for obvious reasons, and will insist on sitting in the front passenger seat or the seat directly behind the driver.
  -ALWAYS cold. Don’t even bother asking, the answer is yes.
  -Phina can sing and play piano! Not, like, spectacularly, but she does tend to hum or sing to herself when she's thinking or doing something mindless.
  

  weight

  115lbs

  height

  5'4"
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  • virtues

    friendly

    enthusiastic

    loyal

    optimistic

    empathetic
  • vices

    impulsive

    naive

    evasive

    obsessive

    perfectionist
  • likes

    helping others

    spring

    wildflowers

    pastries

    birds

    parties

    holidays

    breakfast

    dislikes

    feeling helpless

    long drives

    mountains

    winter

    arrogance

    selfishness

    anyone who hurts her friends
  • strengths

    Phina is usually a planner, she prefers to know what she's getting into before getting into it and having an escape route just in case. Phina typically works well under pressure, making split-second decisions that might, in the moment, seem unwise to others but (probably) work out in the long run. She's also athletic, so she has decent physical endurance and strength.

    weaknesses

    Although she works well under pressure, there are moments where all thought leaves her mind and Phina is prone to impulsivity. She can't stand seeing others in pain, and when the worse happens, she's physically unable to stop herself from plunging headfirst into the fray to save whoever needs her. She's also extremely trusting, and finds it difficult to look past an already established positive relationship with someone who has betrayed her.

    mental ailments

    PTSD, though it isn't so much a problem unless she's in a vehicle or just having a bad dream.

    fears

    Phina has a terrible fear of car accidents, and so typically mountain roads, highways, and long drives make her extremely anxious. She's also scared of being unable to help someone, of not being enough and letting them get hurt or worse on her watch.
  • favourites

    mint green

    donuts

    rosalie by baybe

    the princess bride

    french vanilla latte

    yoga

  The biggest mistake I made was believing that if I cast a beautiful net I'd catch only beautiful things.

  personality

  Seraphina is a friendly person. This much is obvious the moment you meet her. She speaks with seemingly boundless energy, always smiling or laughing. She has the sort of smile that draws people in, and it isn't even in the fake sort of way. She's just genuinely nice, and always sees the good in people before the bad - like, way, way before the bad. In school, she was popular with pretty much everyone and you'd be hard pressed to find someone who disliked her. She is completely and enthusiastically optimistic, even in the most dire of situations. While many might see this as a forced reaction, it's just become second-nature for Phina to be the one always looking on the bright side - even if she, herself, feels otherwise. Seraphina is also terribly naive. Due to her optimism and trusting nature, it typically takes a hard cold slap from reality to remind her that not everyone has good intentions. She is relentlessly loyal to her friends, and finds it nearly impossible to fathom any personal slight or betrayal.
  
  Seraphina is a naturally empathetic person. Even with those she isn't quite familiar with, she can typically tell when someone isn't in a good mood and will often do her best to cheer them up or get them to talk about it with her. She finds arrogance annoying, but easily hides her disdain in favor of reminding herself that everyone has an insecurity, and how they deal with it is their own problem. She has a surprising amount of patience for someone that seems to be constantly moving. Despite her eagerness to listen to the problems of others, Phina will rarely - if ever - indulge on her own feelings or even her own past. It isn't that she specifically hides it, but she does go out of her way to avoid the topic altogether. She never puts herself above others, even at the cost of her own safety or mental health, because she cannot stand the thought of letting someone down or losing them.
  
  Phina is surprisingly impulsive. While one would equate her to a 'mom-friend' role, she has a weakness for others in danger and gives zero consideration to her actions when it comes to helping them. Even her worst enemies - not that she has any - she couldn't stand to see in mortal peril, and will do anything to save another's life. Her impulsivity, occasionally, comes out in less serious situations as well; though she's often one to keep other's on schedule, she's prone to bakeries and cafes and may or may not have to be dragged away from them.
  
  Seraphina is, truthfully, a bit obsessive and very much a perfectionist. This is especially seen in academic settings where she throws her entire attention into whatever she's learning about. She absorbs information like a sponge - always has - and enjoys learning new things. Her hunger for knowledge doesn't typically get her into trouble, she's just a bit of a dork about it. When given a project, she takes the entire time to do it, ensuring every last detail is absolutely perfect. She can't stand half-finished tasks - especially cleaning - and has been seen cleaning up directly after others simply because she doesn't like the mess.
  
  
• first stage of life

  Seraphina had a very happy and loving childhood. She was definitely the 'daddy's little girl' stereotype - she and her father were always so close, her family would often joke they had her little brother to give her mother a child all to herself. Phina wanted to be just like her dad, and he was happy to answer any and every question she had about his job as a heart surgeon. Phina took to being a big sister immediately, her love for her brother also bringing she and her mother closer (not that they were distant before). Her mother's side was always bigger than her father's, so most holidays were spent with them. She didn't get to know her father's parents very well before they died, truthfully, but it wasn't something that seemed to bother her father or mother so it didn't bother her.
  
  From an early age, Seraphina was always academically gifted. She has always been eager to learn new things, and as such, she excelled in school. She also took piano and gymnastic classes, both hobbies she quickly picked up on with surprising vigor. By all accounts, she had a perfectly average childhood, despite her intelligence and somewhat excitable manner.

  second stage of life

  In highschool, Phina flourished in a way she hadn't before. While she was always rather popular, she was the youngest varsity member of her school's cheer squad during her Freshman Year. This, of course, opened Phina's social life even further than it had been before. If her fellow cheerleaders disliked her, she couldn't tell nor would she have cared. She was good at what she did, and she was happy doing it. She took several advanced courses, from Latin to Calculus, and still maintained a wide social circle with regular party attendance.
  
  Even as a teenager, Phina always made time for her little brother. The two had always been inseparable, with nearly identical personalities and interests. Her brother was her best friend, and she would often drop anything to be with him if he needed her. He wasn't necessarily bullied, but he was too quiet for a middle school kid, and that often lead to the occasional jerk. So, of course, Seraphina did everything and anything to ensure her brother felt loved and validated no matter what. Her relationship with her parents, despite her occasional party that would, inevitably, lead to her returning home intoxicated, was never strained. They raised her to be communicative, so conflict was very, very rare in their household.

  third stage of life

  It happened the summer before her junior year of highschool. Her family liked to take vacations in hiking regions, particularly in Colorado and Oregon, so Seraphina was confident in the long road trip. How many times had they taken that road before, driven up that exact mountain to get to that exact camping spot? So often, she couldn't predict that her entire world was about to be swallowed whole by the twelve-thousand-foot plunge into nothingness. The car was unrecognizable when it was found. Authorities weren't looking for survivors - they were only looking for bodies. So, when they found Seraphina curled tightly around the body of her brother, unscathed, she quickly became a walking miracle.
  
  Seraphina would tell doctors - and anyone else who asked - that she remembered nothing after the car veered off of Black Bear Pass. Truthfully, she remembers every aching second of it as if it were hours long rather than a mere handful of minutes. It's something she knows she will never, ever forget: the screaming, the crunching, and then the terrible, terrible silence.
  
  Upon her return to school - thankfully, her mother's sister lived in the same neighborhood and was willing to take Phina in - Seraphina became moreso a spectacle than the 'It' girl. How did she survive, they wondered, and how could she still be standing? Still be smiling, acting like she didn't just lose her entire family? Honestly, Seraphina found it easier to hide the pain. She didn't have the words for dead parents, for a dead baby brother - who did, really? Her silence on the subject simply became second nature after that, though it's an incident she is very unwilling to discuss. She still graduated with top grades, still maintained her spot on the cheer team, but it was the first time she seemed less willing to open herself to others. Eventually, the friends who didn't like her for who she was and instead for the things she did for them and advice she gave them went away. She didn't go to parties so much anymore, didn't participate in the mindless gossip and chatter of her peers.
  
  After graduating high school, Phina worked in her mother's dress shop - now owned by her aunt - while she figured out what she wanted to do. Her desire to save others was as clear to her as day, but the sight of blood oftentimes made her frantic with an inexplicable energy. Her acceptance into Savior's Crest University was a surprise, though she had an indescribable urge to just go for it and decided to attend it. What's the worst that could happen, she naturally wondered?
  
  When Seraphina learned about magic - about HER magic - she found a higher calling. One that transcended her wanting to be a doctor like her father, that felt more personal to her than anything else. She takes her abilities extremely seriously, and sees her magic as an absolute sign of her destiny to mend the broken. She will do whatever it takes to protect the vulnerable and save those she loves most.
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[AreSneksSly]

FC: Owen McGinty​

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  Full name: Augustin Francis
  Nicknames: August, Fran
  Age: 20
  d.o.b.: April 2nd
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Card: Jack
  
  Height: 5'11 | 181cm
  
  Weight: 134lbs | 61kg
  
  Hair: Short, thick and wavy brown hair hugs his face, often falling into his eyes at inopportune times. August has to wear two bright red clips to keep his bangs from potentially blinding him.
  
  Eyes: His eyes are a beautiful shade of hazel with gold flecks.
  
  Physique: Lean, but not skinny. His upper body is not very built, but he can certainly run if needed.
  
  Style: August isn't particularly picky with clothes, prioritizing utility and comfort over style. He doesn't really bother with colours either, so his clothes are rather drab and uninteresting to look at. He only wears bright colours or eye-catching clothing where he knows it would draw a lot of attention, such as at a party.
  
  Modifications: He wears two small silver piercings that are shaped like teardrops.
  
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  Likes: Fun, muffins, himself, being better than you, explosions, pranks, running experiments, winning.
  
  Dislikes: Boredom, having nothing to do, getting bossed around, lectures.
  
  Misc.:
  - Augustin usually introduces himself using his full name. While he enjoys being called August, he would much prefer you refer to him by a title of sorts, such as 'The Great Francis,' or 'Mr. Francis.' He's annoying like that. But don't call him Fran. It makes him feel like a child.
  
  - August has a habit of chewing his bottom lip when he's focused on something.
  
  - His favourite muffin is a blueberry muffin.
  
  - He adores sweet treats. One way to get him to like you is by offering him a cake or bag of candy.
  
  - He loves little rodents of all kinds, and he has owned 5 hamsters, 3 rats and a squirrel, although his parents released the squirrel when they caught him hiding the cage he'd kept it in.
  
  - Augustin has run track before, though he quickly lost interest. He still occasionally runs in the morning, but only when he's feeling bored.
  
  - Shockingly, August isn't all that squeamish with blood. Maybe it's because he's had a few cuts and scrapes in his childhood, but he can handle injuries just fine, whether they're his or someone else's.
  
  - He isn't good with heights. At all. He will get dizzy and likely pass out if he's really high up.
  
  
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  In casual conversation, August can be pleasant to be around. He tends to be energetic when in a conversation with someone he likes, and he carries himself with a confidence that is somewhat trustworthy. His pretty face does help with the process though, and he isn't shy with lying to get someone on his side. No, people only tend to distance themselves when he drops the politeness.
  
  August, if he were to describe himself, would say he's clever and fun to be around. This is just his more pleasant way of saying he can be rather annoying and chaotic. It's not any fault of August's, of course. He just enjoys a little bit of mischief now and then! But a love of pranks and access to a laboratory does not make for a good concoction, especially when August is involved. Yet despite the occasional threat of poisoning now and again, Augustin is harmless. Mostly.
  
  The real problem comes when August has nothing to do. You see, the brunette runs on two things: his curiosity, and a desire to be entertained. If he isn't given something mentally stimulating in 5-6 hours, he will likely cause something to explode. Just for the fun of it. He tends to fidget and move around when he's especially bored, so it'd be smart to keep an eye on him, in case he's planning anything stupid.
  
  Although, there comes an opposite problem, where the man may actually forget to take care of himself if he's too focused on something. If something catches his eye, or a topic appears interesting, August will make sure to study it to death. He is easily excited when faced with the prospect of learning new information, and that excitement carries over into his new fixation. The thing is, August tends to think about only studying, and... well, nothing else, really. Food, water, even sleep is abandoned for just one more minute to study whatever he's currently interested in. While this voracious appetite for knowledge has left the man with more information than one could ever need in a lifetime, it has also left him rather fragile compared to his peers.
  
  Then there's his pride. August has a big ego, and he expects everyone to know that. Even if there is some merit to having good self-esteem, most may find August's confidence... grating, after a while. The man knows a lot, and when you know a lot, of course you'd want to share your information with those who don't have it, right? At least, this is the perspective August has. In reality, he insists on answering questions that either A. did not need answering, or B. was not looking for your 'clever response,' August. But when told to stop this (annoying) behavior, he'd be aghast! Because how could one have the gall to tell him, the 'Brilliant Augustin,' to shut his trap?! How disrespectful!
  
  Which leads us nicely into another trait of August's: his pride. August, despite his quips and jokes, can be hurt. And when he gets hurt, his immediate response is to lash out. Whether it be small, petty revenge schemes that ultimately lead nowhere or simply ignoring the person who slighted him, intentional or not, August is rather stubborn with his grudges. This pettiness can even extend to his allies and friends. If you succeed at something August can't, he will take it as a personal challenge to him. And believe me when I say that when August takes a challenge, he will stop at nothing to win.
  
  Lastly, August is rather mistrustful of others. After all, if you can come up with an answer to almost any question, why should you place your faith in others? Why risk getting betrayed, or hurt, when you can just depend on yourself?
  
  
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  Surprisingly, there is one thing August will gladly shut up about, and that's his home life. It's not as though he doesn't have a good family or anything, no. In actuality, the man was raised far from the rough and tumble life others may have had, having grown up in a villa with his every need attended to. Being spoiled as a boy, August was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His father was a brilliant man and his mother was a kind philanthropist. To people looking in, the Francis' were perfect in all ways.
  
  But behind the curtain, things were much less warm. Both of his parents were pushy. They expected great things from him, after all, and if he were to disappoint? Well, let's just say August's father made sure to tell him every single day what the consequences would be...
  
  An empty dinner table was a common sight to see in the Francis household. They rarely ate together, the only exceptions being when there was to be a family meeting. To August, his house wasn't a home. It was a building, cold and lifeless. The only warmth he felt was wonder when he discovered something new. Outside of the stuffy house was a beautiful world to explore and learn about. His library told tales of adventure, of excitement, of people. The boy would spend his days reading away in a tiny nook, huddling deeper into a blanket when it got chilly. To him, this was his home.
  
  That nook has been long abandoned by now, empty and gray. August is an adult, and while he has become more independent, the lessons his parents thought him will forever be ingrained in his mind.
  
  Succeed, Augustin. You are meant for greater things than yourself.
  
  Failure is not an option.
  
  When Francis applied to the University, he wasn't surprised when he got in. What did surprise him, however, was the existence of magic. But his lack of knowledge in all things magical was not an obstacle to him. This was just another hurdle for Augustin to overcome.
  

 

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Lucky Edwards

Everybody's Fool

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  full name

  Leorian "Lucky" Hanson Edwards

  nicknames

  "Prince of Nothing", "Your Highness", "King Dweeb", Leo

  age

  Twenty-four

  date of birth

  June 20th

  gender

  Cis Male

  sexuality

  Homosexual

  card

  The Joker
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  5"10(177.8cm) / 173 lbs.(78.4kg)

  hair

  Ash Brown--thick, long, and in his face most of the time.

  eyes

  Dark Brown, with a dusting of lashes and a spark of knowledge.

  physique

  Lean and defined, but not overly muscular.

  style

  A little grungy, a little dorky. But mostly he dresses for comfort and practicality.

  modifications

  16g flared ear plugs in both his ears and a solid outline of a triangle on his wrist in the color yellow and black

  face claim

  Jason Ralph

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  Doublemint Gum, Popsicles, Rainy Days, Fresh Paint, Sleep, Games, Parties, Nightly Showers
  
  

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  Junior High, Coffee, Deadlines, Dust, Spaghetti, Boredom
  
  

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  1) He's a hell of a Tenor, coming from the advanced choir of his high school.
  2) He cuts his own hair.
  3) Collects geodes as a hobby.
  
  

  personality

  All Lucky wants is to be good enough. The last time he truly felt loved was far back then he can remember. He's friendlier than most people, more open than most. He's just trying to find his tribe. But, he also is aware that there is some kind of urgency behind it, a destiny to be uncovered. He doesn't dwell on that but it's always in the back of his mind.
  
  As much as he wouldn't like to admit about himself, Lucky hates to be wrong. He's exceptionally gifted but it goes beyond that sometimes. He has to be a know it all because if he knew more about himself as a child then, maybe, he could have saved his father's life. And his grandfather is no help at all, only sending the boy to Savior's Crest only to restore the family name. But, Lucky longs for adventure and mystery.
  
  He can't stand disloyalty, especially when it comes from a supposed friend. He won't hesitate to cut someone off for backstabbing him even once. His only friend to date knows this and doesn't dare try to do such. Of course a true friend would never commit such a heinous act but everyone knows that his mother did something horrible to him in order for him to have this huge of a trust issue with him. He only wants to see the world thriving even though he knows not all people's motives are genuinely good.
  
  Underneath all of it is a longing to know exactly why he is who he is. Not a general definition of being a human Embracer; why is he Lucian Edwards in the first place. Why did his father have to die? Why was his mother so deranged? Was this all he was meant to be? With this question there is a burning rage that Lucky dissociates from entirely. If it were ever to turn sour the world could really know the face of a devil.
  
  
  
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  Magic was never a mystery for Lucky. He was born into a long line of Embracers that stretched back for centuries. They were revered as royalty, though it wasn't ever officially deemed so. Up until is grandfather's reign as Dean of Savior's Crest University everything was mystifying. Then it was revealed that his grandfather was experimenting on students of the University, trying to discover a new kind of magic. His magic was severed and he was exiled. If he'd only waited for the birth of his first and only grandchild, he'd know how powerful his bloodline would prove to be.
  
  On a bright Summer Solstice, Leorian Hanson Edwards came into the world. As his father, Leonard's bright green eyes looked into the newborn's brown ones he made a promise: "I will protect you, no matter what. I swear this on my life. His mother, Alicia, had other plans. See, she was never wanted to have children. But, when she was pregnant with Lucky, she could feel the raw power he held within. Channeling that power she could perform magical feats that she couldn't ever reach before. After he was born she would hold him close not out of a mother's love, but out of desperation. Lucky's father would have never suspected she would be so cruel...not until it was too late for him. When Lucky turned five, his mother could feel her control over his power weakening. At first she thought he was turning into a talentless, but that wasn't the case. He was rejecting her influence on him. She couldn't give it up. Not yet.
  
  So, she did the most despicable thing to him: she tried to bleed him out completely, so she could drink his blood and transplant his magic into her.
  
  What she did not expect was the fact that Lucky and his father had a pact that was unbreakable. Before the light left Lucky's eyes the bottle that held his blood emptied out upright and his wounds were healed, scar free. His father, on the other hand, was found in his office with wounds in the exact same places where his son previously had them. When the authorities came to break the news to the woman they found her huddled in the corner, pointing at the boy as if he was evil incarnate. The proper authorities were alerted and she was taken away. Lucky was then placed in the proper care of his only living relative. However, his true story was only waiting to begin.
  
  

  consequence

  Living with grandfather, Lucian, Lucky was put through the best education the man could provide. But it was only a fraction of the wealth and wonder his family ever had. Dear Grandfather had either gambled it away or wasted it trying to reclaim his old status. Eventually, the time came where Lucky's powers were revealed to the public when he made a bet with some lowly jock bully that involved the eating of one's shoe.
  
  Lucian's eyes were opened upon learning this. After this and watching the tape of Lucky's birth it all made sense. While he felt sympathy for the young boy he had every intention of using this to his advantage. Soon, he was making bets on this boy's behalf. The reward? All seven gifts at his disposal and a reservoir of energy to boot. Eventually, Lucian made a move to take Lucky's power. The boy, now a man, was not going to lose his gift for the selfish whims of one selfish man. So the deal was struck: Lucky's powers would be his. But if the old man cheated Lucky out of anything, at all, Lucky would get everything: the estate, the powers, everything. As soon as they shook hands the transfer began. But, knowing his Contract Magic better than his grandpa did it went in the unexpected direction. As soon as he had everything, Lucky cast his grandfather out for good. And now he is entering his freshman year of Savior's Crest, unaware of where his path will take him and how it will affect the very nature of the world.
  

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  a good cup of coffee, jalapeño chips, spicy curries, noise cancelling headphones, dogs, napping, and reading

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  beer, watermelon vodka, yelling, spiders, waking up at any point in time

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  cora has little dimples that peek out when she's grinning, and has a collection of shoes that are very prized. she also can nap anywhere.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  If there's anything to say about Cora's personality, it's that she's an onion. Each layer accessed only leaves another layer to be explored, an endless exploration. She comes off as quiet, but she doesn't miss much, and when she does speak, it's with gravitas and observation that's acute. She's poised, knowing how to handle herself, but she isn't cold. Once the first level of her introvertedness is breached, she's an excellent partner in crime. The same girl who quietly sits and watches and only interjects when she has a point that swings the discussion suddenly becomes a mischief, with her large, sparkling eyes that betray her neutrally schooled face.
  
  Don't mistake her for a doormat--she's far from one. In all honesty, she's quite stubborn. When she comes to a decision, there's little anyone can do to dissuade her--her reasoning is that she's watched and seen the argument from all angles, she's sure of her decision, and she'd be a fool to change her mind. Additionally, she can be hard to approach, with her warmth only coming as a result of a closer connection. She's intimidating, seeing how nothing ever escapes her eyes, and when she makes eye contact, it's like she's seeing the entirety of you. She also tends to be a bit blunt--when asked for her opinion, she's not going to sugar coat it.
  
  She is a bit sensitive--a good scolding would send those eyes watering and the bottom lip trembling--she'd rather die before cry in someone though.
  
  She loves fiercely--her close circle is hers to protect. She may not have a tendency to say "I love you", but she prefers to communicate her affection in different ways, like a warm cooked meal, tucking her loved ones into bed, allowing them to cry on her shoulder. At the core of her mischief and steel, her main objective is to keep the ones she loves safe and sound. She's lost too much.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  if there's one way to gain a quick insight into her emotions and her opinions, check her eyes. despite her best attempts, there is little she can do to hide the honest truth in her irises.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  To call it a childhood would be remiss. Despite the youthful state that Cora had been in, there was no semblance of the happy tint of younger years. Cora was born as a nameless little girl to parents who saw their baby as nothing much as a paperweight. Her "parents" seemed to rotate, members of the same gang, she later realized. She grew with no guidance, not even a watchful gaze.
  
  Until she stumbled into a little bookstall, one evening, when her "mother" had been shouting at her for making a noise--Cora had barely breathed--and the little seven year old had taken it upon herself to slip out of the house. The bell twinkled as she walked in, and the warmth of the store made her sigh, the shivering from the December air slowly abating. From behind the counter, a spectacled old man peered down at her, smiling down at her, and for the first time, she smiled back down.
  
  She didn't think her parents really noticed, but the old man, Mr. Lee, soon became her father. He was the one to introduce her to a warm bed, gave her a lovely stuffed frog that she still owned, fed and clothed and loved her. He was the one who bounced her on his knee one night, asking her to pick a name from one of the books he had in front of her. Her selection had been the original Greek name for Persephone, the myths and the gorgeously drawn pictures drawing her in.
  
  Under the watchful eye of her father, Cora grew, enrolled in school and helped out at the store in between her days. She studied well, because the dimpled grin that she got when she showed her dad how well she was doing was always worth it. Her father and her were partners-in-crime, and their days in between studying for exams and bitching about old women that checked out the same romance novels were filled with explorations of the city and grinning at one another over large plates of fries.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Cora had always had a "gut instinct", just manifested into a silly little feeling that pooled at the bottom of her stomach. It's why her friends at school were so sparse--she knew that half of the other kids were impure in their requests of a friendship, it's why her father consulted her before ever making a business decision.
  
  That day, she knew something was wrong. Maybe it was because she stepped out and glanced around and caught an eye--at six in the morning. Maybe because she realized that the folder she needed to turn in one of her assignments was sitting on her bed halfway through her journey to school. Maybe because she realized in the afternoon, after rubbing her bare wrist, that her lucky charm, that her father had gotten her on her 13th birthday, was missing. She hadn't put it on after her shower. She smelled gasoline the entire day, but any mention of the smell just made her friends tilt their heads in confusion.
  
  The feeling persisted for the entire day, even as she came home and flicked on the lights. It wasn't until she stepped in and saw her father tied up behind the desk, blood dripping from a wound on his temple that she got the first actual confirmation that something was wrong.
  
  A little too late, honestly.
  
  Her vision went dark, and when she came to, she suffered the same fate as her father, tied up and facing him. The issue was great--their bookstore was on the edge of territory that had been disputed between two gangs, and they had went years without paying the fee. Now that ownership had shifted, the gang had come to collect their dues that they had been skimping out for years.
  
  Her father was resolute. He wouldn't pay a single dime.
  
  It was a harrowing night. With every refusal to pay, the members grew agitated, their simple threats boiling over into actions. Cora's vocal cords had been worn raw from the screaming she had done--from seeing her father, and the pain she faced.
  
  She hung there, crimson dripping from her wounds, and blinked through a tangle of eyelashes to see the head captor leering down at her.
  
  "Find your own way out, little girl."
  
  They left her there to die, the flick of a lighter a death sentence. As the flames coursed around them, Cora managed to guide her and her unconscious father out. She doesn't know how she did it, but there was a certain instinct in the maze of fire, as though she had seen it before.
  
  Her acceptance into Savior's Crest was marred by the burns delicately wrapping around her wrists--she's not quite sure if her magic is a good thing. Still, she's still here.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Full Name: Adrian Hollander
  Nicknames: "Adds" (acceptable), "A-team" (less-than-acceptable)
  Age: 22
  DoB: March 23
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  Card: The Trump
  
  
  
  
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  Height & Weight: 5'10 / 153 lbs.
  Hair: Long and dark brown, falling just past the shoulders
  Eyes: Hazel mixed with some amber
  Physique: Being accustomed to strenuous exercise (more for his appearance than a sense of physical health), Adrian has a fairly toned build.
  Style: Adrian tends to wear long-sleeved clothing — jackets, coats, and the like — that trends toward the stylish, though not overly flashy. In actuality, the majority of his wardrobe is comprised of hand-me-downs. He'll complain if forced to wear anything remotely formal.
  
  (FC: Nils Allen "Booboo" Stewart)
  
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  Likes: Receiving praise from others, card games, baseball, quiet parks, dogs, trying new games or activities.
  
  Dislikes: Performing poorly at new games or activites, long-term projects, gambling for money, reading.
  
  Misc: Very little of Adrian's lifestyle is structured, but he does keep himself to a strict budget — a habit he learned at his father's insistence.
  
  Personality: Let's face it: Adrian Hollander is kind of easy to dislike. He's at least decent at pretty much everything he does (at least at first), and things just seem to work out for him. Worst of all, he knows it, but he rarely puts in the effort to be truly good at something. So, yeah, Adrian's a bit of a cocky mess.
  
  But paradoxically, Adrian's also really hard to hate. He's genuinely friendly, even to people who ordinarily get left out of things. That, coupled with his sense of generosity — he's eager to drop everything to give someone else a hand, especially if it means getting out of a duty — has made him popular in most situations, though he tends to have some friction with more driver temperaments due to his seemingly shallow mindset.
  
  Yet there's an aspect of Adrian that isn't seen often, but appears wildly different from the persona he usually takes on. It arises when he struggles to perform well at a task, especially when he sincerely tries to do so. At these moments, he can become irrationally angry with himself and the circumstances, usually withdrawing from others and swearing that he'll never do that activity again. These moments are rare, but inevitably do arise. Often it's best to let him cool off, and to avoid suggesting that he try again.
  
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  From the earliest he can remember, things have always just worked out for Adrian. Except for the family he was born in.
  
  That's not to say Mom and Dad weren't loving — they were, but love doesn't pay the bills. Caught in a wave of unemployment, both of them found themselves forced to take odd jobs to put food on the table. Adrian spent most of his time at school, where he enjoyed listening to the lessons, but was abysmal at studying.
  
  Turns out, at least for him, that didn't matter. Despite guessing for a good portion of his exam questions each year, he maintained a B average for most of his grade school classes. He got called into the principal's office at least twice a school year and accused of cheating — a claim that was supported by the fact that, when questioned, he seemingly retained little of the information his teachers had covered — but nothing ever stuck. Dad, a former farmhand, was appalled by his devil-may-care approach to his studies, but Mom, who had been a financial planner prior to the layoff, figured that even if Adrian was cheating, there was no point in discouraging his cleverness.
  
  He proved pretty popular in social circles, too. He tended to give away a lot of the stuff he got for free, more proud of the ease with which he received it than the items themselves. And since his parents always taught him to keep an eye out for the less fortunate, his friend group stretched beyond the popular crowd.
  
  It was rare, however, that any of his friends actually knew much about Adrian. With a couple of exceptions, none of them had ever been to his apartment. The truth was that things had gotten worse in the years since his Mom and Dad's initial unemployment. Dad was back to work at a manufacturing job, but Mom had largely given up on the process, exhausted after being rejected from positions so many times.
  
  Adrian tried not to be home much during those high school years. It was too easy to walk into an argument between Mom and Dad. Sometimes it felt like he could go days without hearing them saying a kind word to each other. But at the same time, it was during that period where Adrian felt the closest to Mom. One day, in senior year, she picked him up from school and — instead of dropping him off at home first — went straight to the local casino. The loud noises and flashing lights overwhelmed Adrian, but he had never seen his mother so energetic, so he didn't complain as he sat next to her at the blackjack table.
  
  She ended up bringing home $300 — the first win streak she had had in weeks. Adrian never really understood where the money went. He knew his parents were in debt, but no matter how much cash disappeared into Mom's purse, it never seemed to make things better at home. If anything, the arguments grew more frequent. And it didn't help that strange men kept approaching Mom about the money she owed them. Once, they showed up at home. Adrian wasn't there at the time, but he put the pieces together when he saw Dad hiding the gash above his eye, claiming he had gotten it at work. He was never a very good liar.
  
  Even the trips to the casino with Mom soured. The smoke-filled air, the fake laughter, the inability to feel the passage of time — all of it soon became detestable to Adrian. But it was either coming with Mom, who had begun to call him her "good-luck charm," or staying home alone and waiting for Dad to get back from work.
  
  He had a bad feeling deep in his gut the last time. He felt sick, tired. But Mom had managed to land a spot in the rooftop poker game. Apparently it was a big pot. Adrian didn't really pay attention. Around midnight, he begged Mom to let them leave. But she stayed, so he did too. Another half-hour passed. Then she took a smoke break, leaning against the marble railing as she stared out over the city. Adrian watched from his seat at an empty table.
  
  Experts estimate that fewer than 40,000 people in the U.S. die from accidental falls per year. It's simply not that common. But by the time Adrian saw the hairline crack (had that always been there?) in the barrier, it was already too late. He remembers screaming.
  
  Dad picked Adrian up after the police had taken his statement. It was the longest car ride home he'd ever been in, but Dad didn't say a single word. As soon as they got back to the apartment, Dad told him they were moving. Adrian didn't ask why; he knew Mom's debts would outlive her.
  
  After the pair relocated, their luck started to turn around. Adrian spent more time with Dad, working under him at a warehouse. Well, "working" might be too strong a word, but the branch seemed to flourish under Dad's leadership. Eventually, he saved up enough money to finally send Adrian to college. Still, especially with his mediocre grades, neither of them expected him to get into Savior's Crest. Maybe they were impressed with Adrian's entrance exam, and it was hard to beat that personal essay.
  
  Truth be told, Adrian's not that thrilled about attending college. The thought of leaving his friends — again — for a place with things like expectations and rules sounds like hell. But maybe, he figures, it'll be a distraction from the intermittent nightmares, which have intensified as of late.
  
  Mom's death wasn't his fault, he tries to tell himself. He wasn't fast enough.
  
  After it, it was just bad luck.
  
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Kellan Harding

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  childhood

  Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nullam imperdiet, ipsum nec rutrum luctus, metus est euismod justo, elementum mollis turpis ipsum ac diam. Nunc ac gravida dolor, non feugiat nunc. Morbi pellentesque et lorem ac sollicitudin. Curabitur euismod vehicula urna ut eleifend. Nunc feugiat accumsan blandit. Phasellus consectetur tortor quis neque maximus dapibus. Nunc aliquam volutpat risus eget tempus. Etiam placerat et odio et consequat. Pellentesque et urna ut quam dignissim dictum. Maecenas ultricies, felis eu iaculis tincidunt, odio lorem interdum neque, ut convallis urna velit a lacus. Proin consectetur eros est, sed pulvinar risus lacinia in.
  
  In condimentum, mauris id blandit lobortis, tortor magna facilisis erat, id porttitor nulla lectus in lacus. Nullam ligula eros, ullamcorper eu neque non, dapibus mollis augue. Phasellus molestie malesuada sollicitudin. Fusce odio ante, laoreet in finibus et, fermentum sed ante. Duis a faucibus enim. Donec pharetra vitae lorem accumsan ultrices. Curabitur id venenatis dui. Quisque sit amet laoreet enim, facilisis faucibus metus. Sed diam tellus, accumsan eget ultricies in, laoreet vitae massa. Aenean bibendum, nisl nec tristique venenatis, libero sem malesuada diam, nec tempus metus mi a mauris. Cras ornare blandit lacus, et elementum arcu rutrum id. Etiam vel ultrices neque, sed rutrum lorem. Vestibulum et libero massa. Quisque ut enim nec neque eleifend molestie. Praesent feugiat interdum pretium. Aliquam turpis ex, tristique in mollis ut, lobortis ultrices enim.
  
  

  teenage years

  Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nullam imperdiet, ipsum nec rutrum luctus, metus est euismod justo, elementum mollis turpis ipsum ac diam. Nunc ac gravida dolor, non feugiat nunc. Morbi pellentesque et lorem ac sollicitudin. Curabitur euismod vehicula urna ut eleifend. Nunc feugiat accumsan blandit. Phasellus consectetur tortor quis neque maximus dapibus. Nunc aliquam volutpat risus eget tempus. Etiam placerat et odio et consequat. Pellentesque et urna ut quam dignissim dictum. Maecenas ultricies, felis eu iaculis tincidunt, odio lorem interdum neque, ut convallis urna velit a lacus. Proin consectetur eros est, sed pulvinar risus lacinia in.
  
  In condimentum, mauris id blandit lobortis, tortor magna facilisis erat, id porttitor nulla lectus in lacus. Nullam ligula eros, ullamcorper eu neque non, dapibus mollis augue. Phasellus molestie malesuada sollicitudin. Fusce odio ante, laoreet in finibus et, fermentum sed ante. Duis a faucibus enim. Donec pharetra vitae lorem accumsan ultrices. Curabitur id venenatis dui. Quisque sit amet laoreet enim, facilisis faucibus metus. Sed diam tellus, accumsan eget ultricies in, laoreet vitae massa. Aenean bibendum, nisl nec tristique venenatis, libero sem malesuada diam, nec tempus metus mi a mauris. Cras ornare blandit lacus, et elementum arcu rutrum id. Etiam vel ultrices neque, sed rutrum lorem. Vestibulum et libero massa. Quisque ut enim nec neque eleifend molestie. Praesent feugiat interdum pretium. Aliquam turpis ex, tristique in mollis ut, lobortis ultrices enim.
  
  

  entering adulthood

  Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nullam imperdiet, ipsum nec rutrum luctus, metus est euismod justo, elementum mollis turpis ipsum ac diam. Nunc ac gravida dolor, non feugiat nunc. Morbi pellentesque et lorem ac sollicitudin. Curabitur euismod vehicula urna ut eleifend. Nunc feugiat accumsan blandit. Phasellus consectetur tortor quis neque maximus dapibus. Nunc aliquam volutpat risus eget tempus. Etiam placerat et odio et consequat. Pellentesque et urna ut quam dignissim dictum. Maecenas ultricies, felis eu iaculis tincidunt, odio lorem interdum neque, ut convallis urna velit a lacus. Proin consectetur eros est, sed pulvinar risus lacinia in.
  
  In condimentum, mauris id blandit lobortis, tortor magna facilisis erat, id porttitor nulla lectus in lacus. Nullam ligula eros, ullamcorper eu neque non, dapibus mollis augue. Phasellus molestie malesuada sollicitudin. Fusce odio ante, laoreet in finibus et, fermentum sed ante. Duis a faucibus enim. Donec pharetra vitae lorem accumsan ultrices. Curabitur id venenatis dui. Quisque sit amet laoreet enim, facilisis faucibus metus. Sed diam tellus, accumsan eget ultricies in, laoreet vitae massa. Aenean bibendum, nisl nec tristique venenatis, libero sem malesuada diam, nec tempus metus mi a mauris. Cras ornare blandit lacus, et elementum arcu rutrum id. Etiam vel ultrices neque, sed rutrum lorem. Vestibulum et libero massa. Quisque ut enim nec neque eleifend molestie. Praesent feugiat interdum pretium. Aliquam turpis ex, tristique in mollis ut, lobortis ultrices enim.
  

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