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Accepted, though I would prefer if he didn't have the blades. Just seems like a bit much to me, I guess.

Once I get the okay from everyone, we can start. ^^

Well there more for looks ^_^" But if you really want them gone then they can go, just let me know :3

I'm ready to start when you are ^^ Who is going to post first?

I am.

If we need another Dark Magic User, I could play another char. If it's unnecessary, then I'm ready

I would love if you would be willing, but I'm not going to ask you to make one if you don't want to.

Name: Mirera (pronounced meer-RAIR-uh)
Nickname: Mir or Mira
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Role: Dark Magic user
Crush/Spouse: Open
Kids: Too young
Personality: She's very fragile and afraid of her own shadow. She was born into the Dark Magic Users and it's all she really knows, and she has no idea how wrong it is. She wouldn't hurt a fly unless someone says that she gets locked up unless she defeats her opponent. She's mentally unstable and will talk about the most unrelated thing at random times.
History: Her parents taught her Dark Magic at a very young age, and because she is so gentle, she would always refuse to defeat the small animal her parents would try to make her defeat. And so, they would verbally abuse her, lock her up, and hit her every time she refused. All of this added up to her mental unstability and her fears of everything, although she is one of the strongest Dark Users out there.
Fear(s): Pretty much eveything.
Description:

Other: She's really, really strong with her Dark Magic, and once she's given a command, she'll carry it out to her full ability (her parents took care of that stubbornness if you read her history).

Alright, I think we can start now. Can I just get a quick ready from everyone?

Ready, captain! *salutes*

I'm not waiting for this to go dead, so I'll go ahead and start. :/

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"I'm so bored," Layla groaned, laying upside down on her bed. It was only the third day of her week-long vacation from school, and she should've been enjoying herself. But her phone was dead, her internet was acting up, and there was absolutely nothing on TV. She sat up with a sigh, and a pencil fell on the floor, dropped by her sudden shift in position. Muttering inaudibly under her breath, Layla reached for the pencil. It flew into her hand when she was a few inches away. Eyes narrowing in confusion, she allowed the writing utensil to drop, and reached for it again. It flew right back into her hand. Eyes widening, she stared at her pencil. Since when had it become magnetic...to her hand?

She dropped it, and stared, willing it to rise. She felt foolish for only a moment, until it rose into the air, wobbling silently. Layla sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, trying not to cry out. The pencil clattered against her floor as she let her concentration cease. Trembling slightly, Layla stared at her hands. Either she was insane...or she was magic. She heard the doorknob click as it was turned, and she tried to act normal, like nothing had happened. Her dad walked in, an expression of disbelief painted on his face. "Hey, Layla," he said, raising an eyebrow as he spoke, "did you magic is now banned? Anyone suspected is going to be...executed."

And the nightmare began.

Jamie dashed by the rocks and trees lining the dirt road, trying desperately to escape the goons chasing him. One of them yelled, "Hey, goose-boy! Going home to your little goose-friends?" Another shouted, "Yeah, to, uh, get some, uh, goose insurance? Haha!" The first guy slapped the second guy in the back of the head, calling him an idiot. See, Jamie has always had a fascination with birds, especially geese, ducks and swans. The three thugs chasing him had witnessed Jamie talking to a goose down by the river, feeding it some bread. He ran harder, thinking if it would be better if he dropped his backpack to let some weight go. What was wrong with talking to birds when nobody else wants to listen to you? he thought. He would never hear the end of this now.

As he turned a corner, nearly skidding sideways on the narrow dirt path, his brown hair flying off his face and green plaid shirt flapping. He was panting now; he couldn't run forever. Maybe he should just stop and let them catch him. What was the worst they could do? Suddenly, a familiar street and house came into view. It was the house of his lifelong friend, Layla. Hopefully, she was home. Jamie pivoted on his toes and darted around the house to the back door, then proceeded to bang on it wildly. "Come on, Layla..." he whispered anxiously. "Pleeeease be home...!"

Glad from the interruption, Layla quickly ran down the stairs, trying to ignore the sick feeling of dread resting heavily in her stomach. She pulled the door open, and saw one of her best friends. His hair was windblown and messy, and he was panting as if he had been running. She could hear random shouts coming from the people who appeared to be running after him. "Wait up, goosey!" "Hey! Birdbrain!" She opened the door wide quickly, gesturing for him to come in.
"Hey, you! Morons! Shut up!" To Jamie, she said, "Hurry up! Come in."

She took a step back, waiting for him to come inside. Layla silently wondered if she should tell him; she doubted Jamie would tell anyone...but would he even believe her?

Jamie's brown eyes widened with relief when he saw Layla running to the door, and he quickly stumbled in when she opened it, and then he slammed it shut behind him, his back pressed against it. He wiped sweat off his brow (both from the exercise and fear) and managed, "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" through his panting. He took a few more deep breaths, then explained, "Those guys" -he nodded his head in the direction of outside- "Saw me talking to a goose." As if on cue, shouts came from right outside the door. "Need your girlfriend to come save you?!" one said. "Why don't you just run back to your little feathery-friends?" sneered another. "Yeah," said one more, "And you can, uh, go eat some bird feed! Ha!" He heard a slap, then an "ow".

When the thugs seemed to have left, Jamie could tell something was bothering his friend. "Hey," he said, "What's the matter with you? You should be happy; you just saved my life!" He tried to look happy, but the look on her distraught face made him even more concerned.

Worry shone from Layla's eyes. She looked around briefly, a thrill of fear coursing through her as she confided quietly to her friend. "I...I have magic." Now that those heavy words were out, the rest came a lot easier. "I only found out right before I was told that anyone who had magic would be k-killed." She stuttered on the last part; the thought of execution was not a pleasant one by any means. Fear emanated from her, and she trembled slightly. "Y-You won't tell anyone, will you? I don't want to die." She was unable to keep her fear inside of her, and a few tears sparkled in her eyes. She blinked them away. Normally, she would hate acting like this, but this situation was far from normal. If anyone found out, she would be hunted down, and killed. Publicly. She wasn't to blame for being terrified of the possibility, and feeling hopeless and overwhelmed.

"Please help me, Jamie. I don't know who to do," Layla added, a lonely tear finally trickling down her cheek. Desperately in need of comfort, she clutched at her friend's hand. It was a life-line to her at the moment; Layla's life had been completely twisted in a cruel way, and Jamie was the only solid thing there right now.

Ooc:// Alright, it's now paused until everyone else posts.

Ooc:// Since you said I could post, and nobody else seems to be posting, I'm going to go ahead to try and keep this alive. BTW I got another picture of Mira; her original one was WAAY to big.


When Jamie heard Layla confess about her having magic, his first reaction was that she was joking. He was about to call her out on her little trick when he saw her eyes begin to glaze with oncoming tears. His heart dropped into his stomach. She was serious. He simply stared at her for a few seconds that felt like hours as she explained what had happened to make her find out about her... abilities. ...anyone who had magic would be killed... His head swam with even the slightest possibility that... No. He pushed the thought away. If he even started thinking of that, he might have began to cry.

When she took his hand, he squeezed it back, biting his lip. He knew he wouldn't tell a soul- not even a goose, but he was still hurting for Layla, and he couldn't even imagine what she must be feeling right now. Jamie pulled on her hand and brought her closer, then wrapped his arms around her comfortingly in a hug. "Don't worry." he said. "No one will know about it. And we'll figure something out, okay?" He hoped he was right. He'd do anything to help his friends, but when someone has no idea what they're dealing with, was it even possible?