A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
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A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
“Yep. Are you?”
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A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
“Yep. Are you?”
"indeed I am. Cyrus Radharc."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
“Yep. Are you?”
"indeed I am. Cyrus Radharc."
“Laurel Casadh, the Twister of Reality. At least, that’s what some call me.”
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A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
“Yep. Are you?”
"indeed I am. Cyrus Radharc."
“Laurel Casadh, the Twister of Reality. At least, that’s what some call me.”
"cool."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
“Yep. Are you?”
"indeed I am. Cyrus Radharc."
“Laurel Casadh, the Twister of Reality. At least, that’s what some call me.”
"cool."
“What do you do, Cyrus?”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
“Yep. Are you?”
"indeed I am. Cyrus Radharc."
“Laurel Casadh, the Twister of Reality. At least, that’s what some call me.”
"cool."
“What do you do, Cyrus?”
"seer"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
“Yep. Are you?”
"indeed I am. Cyrus Radharc."
“Laurel Casadh, the Twister of Reality. At least, that’s what some call me.”
"cool."
“What do you do, Cyrus?”
"seer"
“Ooh, can you see me?” He winks. “Course you can. I’m in plain sight. Can you see my future or my past?”
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A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
“Yep. Are you?”
"indeed I am. Cyrus Radharc."
“Laurel Casadh, the Twister of Reality. At least, that’s what some call me.”
"cool."
“What do you do, Cyrus?”
"seer"
“Ooh, can you see me?” He winks. “Course you can. I’m in plain sight. Can you see my future or my past?”
"Future is hard you past if I can touch you"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
“Yep. Are you?”
"indeed I am. Cyrus Radharc."
“Laurel Casadh, the Twister of Reality. At least, that’s what some call me.”
"cool."
“What do you do, Cyrus?”
"seer"
“Ooh, can you see me?” He winks. “Course you can. I’m in plain sight. Can you see my future or my past?”
"Future is hard you past if I can touch you"
“‘Kay.” He holds out a hand.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
“Yep. Are you?”
"indeed I am. Cyrus Radharc."
“Laurel Casadh, the Twister of Reality. At least, that’s what some call me.”
"cool."
“What do you do, Cyrus?”
"seer"
“Ooh, can you see me?” He winks. “Course you can. I’m in plain sight. Can you see my future or my past?”
"Future is hard you past if I can touch you"
“‘Kay.” He holds out a hand.
he grabs the hand and looks through his past *write down a general overview of his life so far*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*He grew up on the streets, parents died at a young age. His rich aunt and uncle eventually found and adopted him. He honed his enchantment power, he can alter his own and others’s appearances, and a lot of other things. He’s genderfluid and a boy at the time. His best friend is a fellow urchin, Dusan Craosach (He’s my next char.) Nobody else knows he’s adopted, his aunt and uncle like to brag about his abilities and have claimed him as their own. They don’t want others knowing his abilities didn’t come directly from their genes, and Laurel feels like he owes them that secret.*
*Might leave suddenly.*
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*He grew up on the streets, parents died at a young age. His rich aunt and uncle eventually found and adopted him. He honed his enchantment power, he can alter his own and others’s appearances, and a lot of other things. He’s genderfluid and a boy at the time. His best friend is a fellow urchin, Dusan Craosach (He’s my next char.) Nobody else knows he’s adopted, his aunt and uncle like to brag about his abilities and have claimed him as their own. They don’t want others knowing his abilities didn’t come directly from their genes, and Laurel feels like he owes them that secret.*
*Might leave suddenly.*
"oof. big secret"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*He grew up on the streets, parents died at a young age. His rich aunt and uncle eventually found and adopted him. He honed his enchantment power, he can alter his own and others’s appearances, and a lot of other things. He’s genderfluid and a boy at the time. His best friend is a fellow urchin, Dusan Craosach (He’s my next char.) Nobody else knows he’s adopted, his aunt and uncle like to brag about his abilities and have claimed him as their own. They don’t want others knowing his abilities didn’t come directly from their genes, and Laurel feels like he owes them that secret.*
*Might leave suddenly.*
"oof. big secret"
“Please don’t share. I owe them. I didn’t think you’d be that strong, I thought I could shield my secrets. You really are talented.”
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*He grew up on the streets, parents died at a young age. His rich aunt and uncle eventually found and adopted him. He honed his enchantment power, he can alter his own and others’s appearances, and a lot of other things. He’s genderfluid and a boy at the time. His best friend is a fellow urchin, Dusan Craosach (He’s my next char.) Nobody else knows he’s adopted, his aunt and uncle like to brag about his abilities and have claimed him as their own. They don’t want others knowing his abilities didn’t come directly from their genes, and Laurel feels like he owes them that secret.*
*Might leave suddenly.*
"oof. big secret"
“Please don’t share. I owe them. I didn’t think you’d be that strong, I thought I could shield my secrets. You really are talented.”
"don't worry. got no reason to tell. who's the other guy?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*He grew up on the streets, parents died at a young age. His rich aunt and uncle eventually found and adopted him. He honed his enchantment power, he can alter his own and others’s appearances, and a lot of other things. He’s genderfluid and a boy at the time. His best friend is a fellow urchin, Dusan Craosach (He’s my next char.) Nobody else knows he’s adopted, his aunt and uncle like to brag about his abilities and have claimed him as their own. They don’t want others knowing his abilities didn’t come directly from their genes, and Laurel feels like he owes them that secret.*
*Might leave suddenly.*
"oof. big secret"
“Please don’t share. I owe them. I didn’t think you’d be that strong, I thought I could shield my secrets. You really are talented.”
"don't worry. got no reason to tell. who's the other guy?"
“Dusan is my best friend. He delayed because he wanted to research the school. Heard there was some trouble recently.”
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A guy walks towards the academy. He has red hair, green eyes, and a grin. His name is Laurel Casadh, (Twist in Irish) and he is a master of enchantment.
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cyrus bumps into him "Irish are ya?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Yep. Are you?”
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"indeed I am. Cyrus Radharc."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Laurel Casadh, the Twister of Reality. At least, that’s what some call me.”
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"cool."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“What do you do, Cyrus?”
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"seer"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Ooh, can you see me?” He winks. “Course you can. I’m in plain sight. Can you see my future or my past?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
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"Future is hard you past if I can touch you"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“‘Kay.” He holds out a hand.
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*Laurel isn’t actually a guy, well he is right now, he’s genderfluid.*
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he grabs the hand and looks through his past *write down a general overview of his life so far*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*He grew up on the streets, parents died at a young age. His rich aunt and uncle eventually found and adopted him. He honed his enchantment power, he can alter his own and others’s appearances, and a lot of other things. He’s genderfluid and a boy at the time. His best friend is a fellow urchin, Dusan Craosach (He’s my next char.) Nobody else knows he’s adopted, his aunt and uncle like to brag about his abilities and have claimed him as their own. They don’t want others knowing his abilities didn’t come directly from their genes, and Laurel feels like he owes them that secret.*
*Might leave suddenly.*
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"oof. big secret"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Please don’t share. I owe them. I didn’t think you’d be that strong, I thought I could shield my secrets. You really are talented.”
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"don't worry. got no reason to tell. who's the other guy?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Dusan is my best friend. He delayed because he wanted to research the school. Heard there was some trouble recently.”
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*gtg*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Gtg
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