Vanderbilt Academy

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Fern is lying on a couch in the shared lounge. She appears to be working on a good pile of homework with a stack of books sitting next to her. She grumbles a twirls a pencil in one hand as she glares at a mathematic problem. 

Johnny is outside, training with his sword. He is moving as if he were dancing, moving with his sword as if it were a part of his body. He grins as one of the training dummies is cut in half with a single sword stroke.

Alvize walks into the lounge, holding two books on invisibility and some paper. “Vorrei non dover scrivere questo saggio…” He mutters.

*FINNALY DONE WITH TESTING*

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 Slick swiftly removes his hands from where the wound is "Sorry, forgot I landed a hit." He begins to measure his arms

"So, how did you get here without magical talents?"

 

“Deceit and trickery. My strength is practically magical, and I can fake a lot of spells.” 

 Slick smirks

"So you did things the fun way. If you ever need help keeping up the illusion I can make things for you."

 “Thanks. Why did you wanna go here? For the competitions? For the classes?”

"My adopted father wanted me to. Thought it would be good for me."

 “Seems to have been pretty good for you, besides fighting me. You won the completion and practically have a fan club.”

 "I have a fan club?" Slick looks at him, a confused look strewn across his face.

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*FINNALY DONE WITH TESTING*

*awesome*

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 Slick swiftly removes his hands from where the wound is "Sorry, forgot I landed a hit." He begins to measure his arms

"So, how did you get here without magical talents?"

 

“Deceit and trickery. My strength is practically magical, and I can fake a lot of spells.” 

 Slick smirks

"So you did things the fun way. If you ever need help keeping up the illusion I can make things for you."

 “Thanks. Why did you wanna go here? For the competitions? For the classes?”

"My adopted father wanted me to. Thought it would be good for me."

 “Seems to have been pretty good for you, besides fighting me. You won the completion and practically have a fan club.”

 "I have a fan club?" Slick looks at him, a confused look strewn across his face.

 “Everybody seems to like you.” (Gtg, band class)

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 Slick swiftly removes his hands from where the wound is "Sorry, forgot I landed a hit." He begins to measure his arms

"So, how did you get here without magical talents?"

 

“Deceit and trickery. My strength is practically magical, and I can fake a lot of spells.” 

 Slick smirks

"So you did things the fun way. If you ever need help keeping up the illusion I can make things for you."

 “Thanks. Why did you wanna go here? For the competitions? For the classes?”

"My adopted father wanted me to. Thought it would be good for me."

 “Seems to have been pretty good for you, besides fighting me. You won the completion and practically have a fan club.”

 "I have a fan club?" Slick looks at him, a confused look strewn across his face.

 “Everybody seems to like you.” (Gtg, band class)

 "Huh." Slick says with a nod "Done with the measurements."

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Slick is in his shack working, resting on a single crutch when he isn't doing something.

 The sign on his shack now has glowing words 'Last chance to get weapons and armor free!"

*Third Character.*

The young man standing in front of the academy exudes an air of vibrance and youthful energy. He appears to be around 18 years old, with short blonde hair that has been dyed with pink and blue tips. He is wearing headphones that are pumping out a melody that only he can hear, causing his whole body to sway and his foot to rhythmically tap the ground. Upon closer inspection, one can see that his entire throat column is tattooed with the intricate design of music notes that are wrapped in thorns, an ode to his love for music. 

He stands tall at almost 6 feet, with fair skin that is the color of almonds. His bright blue eyes are flecked with silver, sparkling with life and energy. He is wearing an off-the-shoulder pink sweater that contrasts beautifully with his black jeans and black boots. A black jacket hangs around his shoulders carelessly. 

As he takes off his headphones, one can hear him humming to himself, lost in his own world. He runs his hand through his hair, his fingers getting tangled in the soft strands, before reaching for the bag hanging off his shoulder. He pulls out a note, reading it over again, deep in thought.

This was Markus Mac an Baird, heir to the Mac an Baird fortune and son to one of the former Seven Shields families. A spoilt rich bard kid to say the least, who is here on punishment by his father to control his impulsive behavior and better his magic in Evocation. 

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*Third Character.*

The young man standing in front of the academy exudes an air of vibrance and youthful energy. He appears to be around 18 years old, with short blonde hair that has been dyed with pink and blue tips. He is wearing headphones that are pumping out a melody that only he can hear, causing his whole body to sway and his foot to rhythmically tap the ground. Upon closer inspection, one can see that his entire throat column is tattooed with the intricate design of music notes that are wrapped in thorns, an ode to his love for music. 

He stands tall at almost 6 feet, with fair skin that is the color of almonds. His bright blue eyes are flecked with silver, sparkling with life and energy. He is wearing an off-the-shoulder pink sweater that contrasts beautifully with his black jeans and black boots. A black jacket hangs around his shoulders carelessly. 

As he takes off his headphones, one can hear him humming to himself, lost in his own world. He runs his hand through his hair, his fingers getting tangled in the soft strands, before reaching for the bag hanging off his shoulder. He pulls out a note, reading it over again, deep in thought.

This was Markus Mac an Baird, heir to the Mac an Baird fortune and son to one of the former Seven Shields families. A spoilt rich bard kid to say the least, who is here on punishment by his father to control his impulsive behavior and better his magic in Evocation. 

 A flash of light appears and a from it a man "hello. I'm Damain."

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*Third Character.*

The young man standing in front of the academy exudes an air of vibrance and youthful energy. He appears to be around 18 years old, with short blonde hair that has been dyed with pink and blue tips. He is wearing headphones that are pumping out a melody that only he can hear, causing his whole body to sway and his foot to rhythmically tap the ground. Upon closer inspection, one can see that his entire throat column is tattooed with the intricate design of music notes that are wrapped in thorns, an ode to his love for music. 

He stands tall at almost 6 feet, with fair skin that is the color of almonds. His bright blue eyes are flecked with silver, sparkling with life and energy. He is wearing an off-the-shoulder pink sweater that contrasts beautifully with his black jeans and black boots. A black jacket hangs around his shoulders carelessly. 

As he takes off his headphones, one can hear him humming to himself, lost in his own world. He runs his hand through his hair, his fingers getting tangled in the soft strands, before reaching for the bag hanging off his shoulder. He pulls out a note, reading it over again, deep in thought.

This was Markus Mac an Baird, heir to the Mac an Baird fortune and son to one of the former Seven Shields families. A spoilt rich bard kid to say the least, who is here on punishment by his father to control his impulsive behavior and better his magic in Evocation. 

 A flash of light appears and a from it a man "hello. I'm Damain."

 He raises his brow and tilts his head "Ello there.. You're the welcome committee?" 

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*Third Character.*

The young man standing in front of the academy exudes an air of vibrance and youthful energy. He appears to be around 18 years old, with short blonde hair that has been dyed with pink and blue tips. He is wearing headphones that are pumping out a melody that only he can hear, causing his whole body to sway and his foot to rhythmically tap the ground. Upon closer inspection, one can see that his entire throat column is tattooed with the intricate design of music notes that are wrapped in thorns, an ode to his love for music. 

He stands tall at almost 6 feet, with fair skin that is the color of almonds. His bright blue eyes are flecked with silver, sparkling with life and energy. He is wearing an off-the-shoulder pink sweater that contrasts beautifully with his black jeans and black boots. A black jacket hangs around his shoulders carelessly. 

As he takes off his headphones, one can hear him humming to himself, lost in his own world. He runs his hand through his hair, his fingers getting tangled in the soft strands, before reaching for the bag hanging off his shoulder. He pulls out a note, reading it over again, deep in thought.

This was Markus Mac an Baird, heir to the Mac an Baird fortune and son to one of the former Seven Shields families. A spoilt rich bard kid to say the least, who is here on punishment by his father to control his impulsive behavior and better his magic in Evocation. 

 A flash of light appears and a from it a man "hello. I'm Damain."

 He raises his brow and tilts his head "Ello there.. You're the welcome committee?" 

 "You could say that. My boss was tiered of doing it so like all things he doesn't wish to deal with. It's my job now." he sighs

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*Third Character.*

The young man standing in front of the academy exudes an air of vibrance and youthful energy. He appears to be around 18 years old, with short blonde hair that has been dyed with pink and blue tips. He is wearing headphones that are pumping out a melody that only he can hear, causing his whole body to sway and his foot to rhythmically tap the ground. Upon closer inspection, one can see that his entire throat column is tattooed with the intricate design of music notes that are wrapped in thorns, an ode to his love for music. 

He stands tall at almost 6 feet, with fair skin that is the color of almonds. His bright blue eyes are flecked with silver, sparkling with life and energy. He is wearing an off-the-shoulder pink sweater that contrasts beautifully with his black jeans and black boots. A black jacket hangs around his shoulders carelessly. 

As he takes off his headphones, one can hear him humming to himself, lost in his own world. He runs his hand through his hair, his fingers getting tangled in the soft strands, before reaching for the bag hanging off his shoulder. He pulls out a note, reading it over again, deep in thought.

This was Markus Mac an Baird, heir to the Mac an Baird fortune and son to one of the former Seven Shields families. A spoilt rich bard kid to say the least, who is here on punishment by his father to control his impulsive behavior and better his magic in Evocation. 

 A flash of light appears and a from it a man "hello. I'm Damain."

 He raises his brow and tilts his head "Ello there.. You're the welcome committee?" 

 "You could say that. My boss was tiered of doing it so like all things he doesn't wish to deal with. It's my job now." he sighs

 He chuckled "[GP], sorry for that." He said.

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*Third Character.*

The young man standing in front of the academy exudes an air of vibrance and youthful energy. He appears to be around 18 years old, with short blonde hair that has been dyed with pink and blue tips. He is wearing headphones that are pumping out a melody that only he can hear, causing his whole body to sway and his foot to rhythmically tap the ground. Upon closer inspection, one can see that his entire throat column is tattooed with the intricate design of music notes that are wrapped in thorns, an ode to his love for music. 

He stands tall at almost 6 feet, with fair skin that is the color of almonds. His bright blue eyes are flecked with silver, sparkling with life and energy. He is wearing an off-the-shoulder pink sweater that contrasts beautifully with his black jeans and black boots. A black jacket hangs around his shoulders carelessly. 

As he takes off his headphones, one can hear him humming to himself, lost in his own world. He runs his hand through his hair, his fingers getting tangled in the soft strands, before reaching for the bag hanging off his shoulder. He pulls out a note, reading it over again, deep in thought.

This was Markus Mac an Baird, heir to the Mac an Baird fortune and son to one of the former Seven Shields families. A spoilt rich bard kid to say the least, who is here on punishment by his father to control his impulsive behavior and better his magic in Evocation. 

 A flash of light appears and a from it a man "hello. I'm Damain."

 He raises his brow and tilts his head "Ello there.. You're the welcome committee?" 

 "You could say that. My boss was tiered of doing it so like all things he doesn't wish to deal with. It's my job now." he sighs

 He chuckled "[GP], sorry for that." He said.

 "Would you like to be shown to your room?"

Bizel asks where to buy weapons, specifically an antimatter rifle.

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Slick is in his shack working, resting on a single crutch when he isn't doing something.

 The sign on his shack now has glowing words 'Last chance to get weapons and armor free!"

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Slick is in his shack working, resting on a single crutch when he isn't doing something.

 The sign on his shack now has glowing words 'Last chance to get weapons and armor free!"

 Bizel walks over and asks if he has any antimatter rifles

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Slick is in his shack working, resting on a single crutch when he isn't doing something.

 The sign on his shack now has glowing words 'Last chance to get weapons and armor free!"

 Bizel walks over and asks if he has any antimatter rifles

 "No antimatter rifles for sale." Slick hobbles over to the counter.

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Slick is in his shack working, resting on a single crutch when he isn't doing something.

 The sign on his shack now has glowing words 'Last chance to get weapons and armor free!"

 Bizel walks over and asks if he has any antimatter rifles

 "No antimatter rifles for sale." Slick hobbles over to the counter.

 "Shoot let me help you out" bizel hands him 2 platinum, it will help you get a better crutch.

*GTG, band class*

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Slick is in his shack working, resting on a single crutch when he isn't doing something.

 The sign on his shack now has glowing words 'Last chance to get weapons and armor free!"

 Bizel walks over and asks if he has any antimatter rifles

 "No antimatter rifles for sale." Slick hobbles over to the counter.

 "Shoot let me help you out" bizel hands him 2 platinum, it will help you get a better crutch.

*GTG, band class*

 "Thank you, have a good one." *Bubye*