March's Misc. Junk DUMP

date.	⟶ MONTH ##, 20##.
time.	⟶ ##:##AM/PM, and/or general idea of what time it is (morning, night, right before XYZ happens, etc).
location.	⟶ describe the location, duh.
speech.	⟶ #70949e english.
	#000000 cantonese.

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June was a hellish month. Not only was the little red line of mercury in the thermometer soaring skywards with the speed and determination of a rocket, but it was the mugginess, and it was the humidity. That was almost guaranteed to lay the young, the frail, and the elderly down flat.

March checked off two of those boxes. Sweat tickled the junction of his neck and right shoulder, and he brought two fingers up to wick it away, catching the fluttering pace of his own pulse for just a second. He dropped his hand back down to his side. The summer crowds of— his eyes flicked to helpful signage on the unfamiliar street— Diagon Alley bustled all around him. Adults and children alike moved with purpose, some with destinations clearly in mind, while others stopped to ask for directions from whomever seemed friendly enough to oblige.

March did neither of those things. Instead, he walked slowly, head swiveling left and right, as he searched for anything that even remotely resembled a map or a directory of sorts. The flow of foot traffic weaved around his halting, disruptive pace. Surely there was one here, for lost, confused, utterly out of place, regular huma-

A heavy hand landed on March's left shoulder, unexpectedly, and his head jerked, turning to look at his father.

"Don't stand around," Baba said, voice low enough to be lost in the chatter around them. Yet March heard him loud and clear.

"R-right." March

now playing:
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Taeko Onuki & Ryuichi Sakamoto – Tango
kiichi – ヴァルゴ (feat. 巡音ルカ)
Soutaiseiriron – YOU & IDOL
Galdive – Teach Me How To Love
honeydip – Jesus & Mary Jane
NASTYONA – NINE MOODS/아홉가지 기분

about me
alias. will respond to march or blue.
age. twenty two.
pronouns. he/they/she.
timezone. pacific time.
response speed. upwards 1-3 weeks.
discord? yes, owl me first.
interests. art and drawing. japanese music and other music recommendations. anime and manga. cosplay prop making.

Student Name: March Yeung.
School Year: 1st.
Link to Trunk: Link here → HOOAH!!!!
Race: Seer.
Abilities: Seer’s Intuition.
Stats: STA 3 ⭒ EVA 8 ⭒ STR 0 ⭒ WIS 7 ⭒ ARC 4 ⭒ ACC 8
Why would your character join the Duelling Team (50+ words):

March needs an outlet. He’s never been suited for the physical aspects of life, running or cycling or (god forbid) swimming, but magic? He can do magic. The idea of mastering spellcasting through application and the fantasy of standing triumphant over his peers… both call to him like a siren’s song. He doesn’t need a withered, ancient bloodline or an overflowing Gringotts vault to be better than the rest of them; he just needs to win.