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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2018 7:27 am
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Name: Lunar
Age: 16
Personality: Calm, quiet and snarky, she doesn't let anyone step on her and will bite back if possible. As long as people give her the same respect, she will do the same.
Bio: Youngest of the three siblings in her family, Lunar used to play with her young friend from next door. Due to unknown circumstance, her childhood friend left with his family, leaving her sad and unable to make anymore friends due to the living conditions in the neighborhood. As she gets older, she becomes more withdrawn and tried to hide her soft-hearted nature under a tough, cold facade.
Likes: ○ Musical instruments ○ Music ○ Singing ○ Nature
Dislikes: ● Loud noises ● Annoying people, rude people ● Crowded places ● Rumors
Abilities: Support magic main, control magic, potion making expert
Strengths: + Music expert + Potion expert + Support magic
Weakness: - Not really sociable - Relatively lazy and don't care about other subjects other than music, potion and relevant things. - Physically weak
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2018 2:47 am
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Name: Leos
Age: 16
Personality: Brash, arrogant and loud. He's not afraid to let others know he's itching for a fight. He likes challenges, reading and practicing magic.
Bio:Leos is the only child of a single mother, who was searching for a way to fame. Luckily, she had her son who showed high talent in magic. Taking advantage of this, she quickly moved him and entered him into a mage school at a young age. There, in a highly competitive atmosphere, he had to change from his previously meek and reserved self, becoming harsh and aggressive.
Likes: ○ Challenges ○ Reading ○ Studying ○ Puppets
Dislikes: ● Weakness ● Idiots ● Bullies ● Magic
Abilities: Puppet magic, combat magic, enchanting
Strengths: + Doll making + Sewing + Intelligence
Weakness: - Idiotic at times - Hard headed - Aggressive
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2018 7:13 pm
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Lunar ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ The last round of the tournament was starting and she felt like dying.
Did she really tick someone off that she would be drag into such a situation? Instead of peacefully and maybe watching the fun, she was directly in the competition, where her magic were not the suitable type. She had barely hung on until the last round through several tricks as the rules were flexible enough to do so, but she had no hopes for her next and last competitor of the tournament.
She sighed, her eyes flickered to the seat nearby where her supposed rival sat waiting, his features looked the same when she met occasionally when they shared some classes together. They never really talked that often, and the one that came out of his mouth were curses when she had the misfortune of walking in when he was fighting with someone else. Due to those occasion, she supposed she paid attention to him a little to know the basics, especially where not to go that he usually be.
Her nervousness was rising, and the music popping in her ears still couldn't ease the feeling. Well, either way, winning or losing didn't matter to her.
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