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[quote][quote][center][img]/images/upload/oag1tx.webp[/img][/center][/quote][quote][quote][center]🦆 [b]Stats:[/b]🦆[/center][/quote][quote][center]+5 to Stats from Quidditch wins: [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=40&t=8714&start=50#p149357]i[/url], [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=15344&start=180#p255616]ii[/url], [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=40&t=16400&p=269317#p269317]iii[/url], [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=19424&start=170#p373361]iv[/url], [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=23357&start=70#p522642]v[/url], [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=740216#p740216]vi[/url]
[b]Stamina:[/b] 10
[b]Evasion:[/b] 10
[b]Strength:[/b] 10
[b]Arcane Power:[/b] 16
[b]Accuracy:[/b] 10
[b]Wisdom:[/b] 10[/center][/quote][quote][center] 🦆 [b]Extracurricular:[/b] 🦆 [/center][/quote][quote][center]Duellist[/center][/quote][/quote][quote][center]🦆 [b]Abilities:[/b] 🦆[/center][/quote][quote][center][b]Year 1:[/b] Fearless
[reducio]Cyrus was the type of boy who was full of chaos; the type of boy who would answer the "if someone jumped off a cliff, would you?" as "absolutely". Cy would do anything to prove himself, and he began running around Manhattan at the young age of seven. His parents didn't care, and he feared nothing. The world didn't scare him, so he did as he pleased.

By the time his aunt and uncle became prominent figures in his life, Cyrus was used to doing things by himself. He made breakfast without fear of burning himself on the pan, although he needn't make lunch or dinner - his parents always ordered things for him. While the boy might have lived a moderately sheltered life - what child of businesspeople didn't? - he was lonely, and there was always a bundle of energy manifesting inside the child's heart, waiting to be set loose.

After ending school one day Cy came across a group of kids. They weren't usual schoolboys; he could see that from a single glance. Their beat-up leather jackets stood out in stark contrast to his school blazer, and the fact that some of them didn't wear shoes let Cyrus know he'd ventured into the "wrong area of town". They surrounded a much smaller boy, one that wasn't in Cyrus' year; no, he was quite a bit younger. This kid was maybe nine, if that.

Cy wasn't deterred; he wanted that child out of the situation. "Hey, idiots!" yelled the blond, only glancing down to make sure his duck-print shoelaces were tied. A brazen grin decorated his expression as he charged forward, imagining he was a knight in medieval times and that the other boy was a lass, or lad now that he thought about it, in distress. "Make way for the king!" he shouted, his words echoing around the alley.

Now, any other child would have noticed how stupid the plan was. With Cyrus, however, there really was no plan. He did things on impulse, having no fear of the consequences that might arise from his actions. Putting one foot in front of the other, he charged at the other kids, shoving one of them as hard as he could.

He wasn't quite strong enough to knock the kid over, but he got the group's attention away from the young'un and onto himself. "Get out of the way!" he whisper-yelled to the smaller boy, and he was pleased to see the other kid running out of the corner of his eye as he felt a blow land on his arm.

Cy hadn't been strong enough to fight off the kids, but it had been your average schoolboy fight - everyone got hurt, to some extent. When Cyrus returned home, a triumphant grin on his face, his aunt shot him a questioning glance as he flopped down on the couch, exhausted, and shouted "No Regrets!"

Because really, he had no regrets. The feel of adrenaline in his veins had been amazing, and he would do it again. Cy wasn't a wimp. In fact, one might call him fearless.[/reducio]
[b]Year 2:[/b] Obnoxiously Strong
[reducio]Cyrus always possessed an unmistakable amount of energy. In fact, it was one of his defining traits. His feet would always tap the floor during his Muggle classes, and his hands would [i]always[/i] be moving.

He couldn’t help it. He just had too much energy.

Since he didn’t have very many friends (he was simply an unapproachable lad sometimes. It may have been his parents; he didn’t know), he didn’t have people who would listen to his endless chatter about who knows what. His parents were always far too busy to listen to his ramblings, so he sat quietly and allowed his appendages to move as much as they liked.

After a particularly embarrassing visit to his aunt’s where he had shattered a glass while dancing as he put up the dishes, Aunt Teresa had shown him an advertisement for child memberships at a fitness centre down the street.

At first, Cyrus hadn’t been at all interested. He was perfectly fit, and he saw this… [i]flyer[/i]... as an insult to his amazing physique. 

After thinking about it for a while, though, he asked his parents - who he had still lived with at the time - to sign him up. They obliged relatively quickly, probably glad to have to worry about him less, and he began to take classes.

He started out with swimming classes, but those didn’t really stick - Cyrus was already fast, and swimming didn’t really challenge him that much. The private lessons his parents had invested in made that certain.

He then went on to both weight lifting and kickboxing. He was interested in learning how to fight, both because his parents said it was something he should never learn and also because he was reminded of his favourite movie characters whenever he thought of it. Weights, though? He wanted to build up his muscles so that any fighting he learned would have an effect on whoever he used it against - not that he would attack anyone, of course.

As the years passed, Cyrus began to develop muscles, [i]real[/i] muscles. When he moved in with Aunt Teresa, he began to help around the house, and he easily surprised his aunt with how easily he could lift things. He got into fights more often, but usually to protect people [as mentioned in previous fearless app], and he changed from an annoying idiot who managed to [i]irritate[/i] bullies away to someone who could actually fend them off. He didn’t even have to punch them; he would flex his bicep and watch with a goofy grin as the spindly bully ran away from whatever younger kid they were bothering.

Cyrus was strong, but he was never [i]just[/i] strong. No, he was [i]obnoxiously[/i] strong.[/reducio]
[b]Year 3:[/b] Charmer
[reducio]Cyrus was always too much.

His parents sometimes thought it; he knew that. He didn’t mind, though. Often, he embraced it. After all, he was liked well enough, and ‘too much’ wasn’t always a bad thing.

He began to flaunt it - he would use his parents’ money to buy the most ridiculous things, such as his trademark duck-print garments or his designer jeans. He even bought a solid gold duck tie tack for his school uniform.

Things changed when he moved in with Aunt Teresa. She never thought he was too much, at least not openly. 

This meant Cyrus needed to try [i]harder[/i]. He wore the most flamboyant clothes; he cut his hair into a mullet. These things never fazed Aunt Teresa, but when he went to school with a green mullet and a clown nose that squeaked, no one could stop looking at him. He was eventually sent to the headmaster’s office because he was distracting students during a test.

He received a letter from Ilvermorny the following year.

The headmaster, Lazarus Plott, was a good example in Cyrus’s mind. A very extravagant man, his mannerisms encouraged Cyrus. Cyrus grew even [i]more[/i] dramatic, into even [i]more[/i] of a class clown, until he was certain everyone would notice him.

The thing was, Cyrus didn’t know when to stop. Not by a long shot.

He dumbed himself down sometimes, trying to make people gawk. It worked, sometimes. He adopted ducks as his trademark even more, wearing them no matter what. No one would be able to look at a duck without thinking of him, nor would they be able to look at him without thinking of ducks. 

He never felt the need to explain himself to anyone, although to a certain Thea Knott, he did try. ‘Regal,’ he had said about ducks, ‘strong.’ He had said they reminded him of himself, but was that true?

It was as true as he had wanted it to be, he supposed, because then maybe he could be seen as regal. He was strong. Right?

Maybe some people - Aunt Teresa - saw him as those things: elegant, regal and strong. Some others most certainly didn’t - namely his parents - but he had long since trained himself not to care. What others thought didn’t matter as long as they were thinking about him, as long as they were [i]noticing[/i] him, as long as he [i]meant[/i] something.

Cyrus was a [i]distraction[/i], and that, for now, was enough for him.[/reducio]
[b]Year 4:[/b] Impartial
[reducio]Cyrus’s Muggle teachers had always called him selfish, and for good reason. Cyrus simply didn’t care about others, or so it seemed. He was always flaunting his clothes, bragging about his wealth… Simply put, he seemed like a jerk.

Throughout the years, Cyrus had learned to only care about himself. He wasn’t necessarily self-centred - he was still [i]polite[/i] to others, after all - but he never complimented others’ appearances, never smiled without reason. One might have called him cunning had they not known that he never really had a plan in mind, that his ‘calculated’ smiles were really just his following social cues.

Because Cyrus wanted [i]himself[/i] to stand out, he tended not to notice when other people did, at least not unless they stood out more than he did, which was incredibly rare. Even the most brazen of people didn’t meet Cyrus’s standards. They had to be bold, flamboyant and witty, but they also had to possess a certain type of charm that wasn’t necessarily superficial in order to pique Cyrus’s interest - and even then, it was usually brief at best.

For example, the first person who had made Cyrus interested in them was none other than his Aunt Teresa. She was as unassuming as could be - petite, with lightly tanned skin and average features, but there was a certain kindness in her eyes that had interested him. Her nature was sweet, and she helped people without strings attached. Seeing a person so obviously good had interested Cyrus - she had not stood out. She was one with the crowd, but he was still interested in talking to her, in knowing more about her.

The only flamboyant person whose name Cyrus could easily remember was Headmaster Plott, AKA his role model. From afar, Cyrus watched in awe as the man made spectacles, and he hoped that one day he could do the same, that one day he would be powerful enough to. Once he surpassed Headmaster Plott’s abilities, something told him he would no longer feel the same level of awe. He [i]was[/i] pretty sure, however, that he would remember Headmaster Plott’s name, and not just because it was a name he heard daily as he roamed the halls of Ilvermorny. No, a role model was someone special, someone to be remembered.

He often remembered no one else.

He did remember Thea Knott, but she, like his Aunt Teresa, did not stick out in a crowd. She was shy and quiet, and that intrigued him. He was not distracted by pretty girls or pretty boys; he did not often raise his eyebrows at amateur wannabes of class clownery. He did not care what they were doing because their attempts at flamboyance could never match his own.

He really was quite impartial to those sorts of things.[/reducio]
[b]Year 5:[/b] Poison Resistance
[reducio]Cyrus has never been known for his intellect. In fact, to some, he is known for his [i]lack[/i] of brains. He does not make up for his lack of book smarts by any common sense. So far, he has managed to get by due to sheer brawn and laughter, but the day was bound to come when he would no longer be able to joke his way out of a nasty situation.

The summer before his fifth year, multiple instances challenged his ability to stay alive.

The first: cleaning.

Cyrus’s aunt made him get a summer job in order to gain a ‘work ethic’, whatever that was. Cyrus personally didn’t think he needed a job─after all, his parents and aunt were filthy rich. Nonetheless, his aunt deemed work ‘good for him’, so he looked at open positions. One was a janitorial position at a hotel, and he decided he might as well apply. He did not expect to be hired, but two weeks later, he received an email telling him he’d gotten the job.

Although Cyrus was trained on what every chemical did, he had never been the smartest. He had never had the greatest memory. He soon forgot which unlabelled bottle had what, so he tried to stick to the labelled bottles. However, when a sink didn’t clean itself fast enough, Cyrus glanced down at his cart full of soaps. He thought about every bottle and noted that vinegar could disinfect counters and bleach could whiten them, so if he mixed them together, the sink would be disinfected and whitened. His supervisors would be so proud!

He put the stopper in the sink and mixed the chemicals. His gloves were on, so he assumed there would be no problem. However, soon after he began to mix the chemicals, he started coughing and found it increasingly difficult to breathe. He stumbled around the bathroom for a bit, wheezing, before he remembered he had a phone (perks of being a no-maj born!) and quickly dialled his boss’s number as he fumbled his way out of the bathroom.

His boss dialled 911, and Cyrus didn’t remember much after that. He woke up in the hospital and was informed that his very not clever mixture had created chlorine gas, which was toxic to breathe in. The hotel had needed the gas removed from the floor he’d been on, and Cyrus’s clothes were no longer any good. His hospital gown wasn’t nearly as cool as his duck-themed T-shirt. 

He was promptly fired from his job after that ordeal.

The second test of Cyrus’s will to live? Driving.

Since Cyrus had been sixteen for a while, his aunt decided it was high time he learned how to drive. His aunt took him up to Lake Placid, where she had a vacation home, and began to teach him how cars worked. One day, she was visiting some of her friends, and Cyrus thought it would be nice of him to bring the car to pick her up. He was pretty sure he had done everything right─the car was on, the mirrors were all in the right places, his seatbelt was on… But the car wouldn’t move. The garage door was still shut because he didn’t know where his aunt put the garage door opener. 

He began to panic, looking through the glove box and the other compartments before realising that he had no idea at all where the opener was. And when he pressed the gas, the car still wouldn’t move.

Once again, he remembered he had his phone, and he called his aunt to ask, but his vision wavered, and he passed out. 

Luckily, his aunt had gotten the garage door open, and she had called 911. He woke up at Adirondack Medical Center with an oxygen mask over his face. The doctors informed him that he had given himself carbon monoxide poisoning, and his aunt tiredly told him he had forgotten to take off the parking brake. The garage door opener had been on the kitchen counter this entire time. 

Cyrus was okay, though, if not a bit shaken up by the entire ordeal. His body didn’t feel as weak as he had expected it to. In fact, a few weeks later, he swallowed mouthwash─completely by accident, he would tell his aunt, since he had genuinely forgotten that Listerine was not meant to be swallowed. She had stared at him in complete and utter exasperation before asking if she should call the Poison Control hotline. Cyrus thought about it, and although he knew he was probably making a mistake, he shook his head. He had swallowed a fair amount of mouthwash, but he felt fine.

Maybe, he thought, the poison caused by the chlorine gas and the carbon monoxide had hardened his body against the future clumsiness that would almost certainly come someday.[/reducio]
[b]Year 6:[/b] Spell Spread
[reducio]Cyrus had always had a bit of a dramatic flair. This was exemplified by his choice in clothes (duck-themed everything, often thousands of dollars worth) and his style of speech. However, Cyrus wanted to channel this into his magic as well.

He was not the best spellcaster. Even simple spells, like [i]Lumos[/i], tended to give him grief. But Cyrus wasn’t popular amongst his peers, and he wanted to defend himself if stolen rude glances and muttered [i]’Mudblood’[/i]s turned to something more serious. 

Thus, Cyrus practised. He practised more than he thought he was able to, finally becoming familiar with the feeling of his wand in his hand. He read book after book until he thought maybe he could feel his brain cells multiplying─or perhaps that was just him being tired because it was three in the morning. He studied spell movements until his [i]Lumos[/i] was perfect most of the time. He practised evasive footwork, and sometimes he wished he had more friends who could throw things at him so he could evade even better.

His movements became precise, no longer a jumble of jittery motion but instead a dance-like agglomeration of knowledge. Cyrus was an actor, and his spellbooks made up his stage. He found himself imagining he was a conductor, waving his wand in precise movements to command an army of musicians, and that was when the thought came to him: he could [i]be[/i] an army.

Cyrus’s studies multiplied. Instead of learning about [i]how[/i] spells were performed, he learned about [i]why[/i] they were performed the way they were. Magic was an art, he realised, a type of performance not unlike singing or acting. And actors could play multiple parts. He read about spell theory and how one could focus one’s magic into a single spell, how spells would differ in their outcome depending on the person and their preferred style of casting despite ultimately being the same spell doing the same thing. 

He also thought a lot. He thought about what one of the old Hogwarts professors had [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=8092#p123749]once told him[/url]: ‘Making more questions is a good thing, not a bad thing.’

He had lots of questions about magic. Where did it all come from? His parents didn’t have magic, and he wasn’t blood related to his aunt, so why did he? His uncle, also a no-Maj, was dead now, so he couldn’t ask his uncle about what coincidence might have made him have magic.

It didn’t matter now. He knew he had magic, and he hadn’t embraced it as much as he wished he had in retrospect. Cyrus began to attend classes in earnest, to write down notes on even the most arbitrary of things. He would be a proper wizard. 


Gradually, his spells grew stronger. He learned how to channel his emotions into his spellcasting, yet keep them in check so he remained in control. He poured his grief over his uncle’s death, his repressed anger at his parents and his appreciation for his aunt into his spellcasting. 

And then there was the real test. Cyrus had set up two dummies to practise on, and so far, his spells had only been able to hit one. His accuracy was fairly decent, and his spells packed a punch. But his ability to cast spells was never consistent. Cyrus hoped that after all of his studies, this might be better, so he thought long and hard and decided on a spell he’d known for a long time─flipendo.

Cyrus held out his wand and focused. He imagined his uncle alive and well, smiling and telling him he was proud. He imagined his aunt nodding at how he had grown. He imagined his parents happy with his existence, willing to look away from their work. He imagined his spell, fuelled by his heart, knocking both of the dummies over.

Then he waved his wand and said the word. [i][b]’Flipendo.’[/b][/i]

It took a moment, as if his magic were hesitating, and Cyrus thought for a second that all of his studying had been for nothing. But he watched with wide eyes, willing to have patience, and he heard a satisfying [i]plonk[/i] as the dummies fell to the ground.[/reducio]
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[size=125][i]○Stamina: 7○  ●Evasion: 8● ○Strength: 5○ ●Wisdom: 9● ○Arcane Power:  5 ●Accuracy: 6●[/i][/size][/center][/quote]
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[td][quote][i][size=125]Terrible Presence✧[/size][/i][/quote][/td]
[td][reducio][size=75]Estelle had a goal to make others feel bad. If it was something small, or big, she could make you regret you ever said or did that thing. But she wasn't always too bad, it was when her parents left each other that made her have a certain distaste for seeing people happy. Every morning since she was eight, she'd see kids being dropped and picked up from school by [i]both[/i] their parents. Or atleast they all talked like both their parents live with them. Whilst Estelle, stayed with her mother and her father was very absent from her life, and when Paul moved in, something occurred to her; it wasn't fair that people got to laugh while she had to deal with Paul and Charlotte at home. It wasn't fair. From then on, it was Es's life mission to be rude to people. At school, kids didn't even approach her anymore, because they learnt well to leave Estelle Hughes alone.

Estelle knew her purpose and she knew she didn't like people. Was it because of her parents divorce that she was unhappy with her life, really? Yes, partially. Because the few occasions the small girl tried to make friends, she was shunned out. She wasn't a cool kid. Even the teachers didn't like her. The young redhead who sat in the back of the class, who never bothered to answer any questions in class. The young redhead who sat by herself at lunch. But did she care? Not the slightest- but for a while, she wondered why she had such a sharp tongue, why she always pushed people away. Why, whenever someone approached her, the first thing she does is make the person leave her alone, and they left her alone alright, they left in tears.

It wasn't just her peers she was rude to. It was also her family. Austin (her father) was the only person Estelle had ever felt close to. And he wasn't there. Even her mother, Estelle talked rudely, acted like she cared about nothing in the world. Estelle couldn't be ruder to Paul and Charlotte, she hated the pair. The day they moved in, even Charlotte knew that she wouldn't manage to be friends with Estelle, just from the aura the young girl radiated when she walked around the house.

Over time, Estelle got used to the fact that her presence was so intimidating, as matter of fact, she [i]liked[/i] it. As long as people stayed away and she got to have things her way, things didn't turn ugly[/size][/reducio][/td]
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[td][quote][i][size=125]Cats Grace✧[/size][/i][/quote][/td]
[td][reducio][size=75]There are loads of words used to describe Estelle. Quiet, stubborn , sarcastic- the list goes on. But there is no word more fitting than [i]sneaky.[/i] Quiet she may be, this worked mostly in her favour. In her younger years, she had learnt to use her sneak abilities as a weapon to listen in on things she wasn't supposed to. Learn information that wasn't meant to be common knowledge. All she had to do was walk as quietly and stay in a well distance, keep in the shadows and it was easy. Of course, their were occasions where she'd get caught, but that didn't deflate her will to keep doing it. She was stubborn that way.

A good example of retrieving priceless information was when she in fifth grade. Young Estelle was just recovering from when her dad moved out. She was doing reckless things- doing stuff without thinking. One of those reckless things was walking into her classroom during lunch. Now, what may have been so bad about walking into a classroom? Well, it might not have been so bad if two teachers weren't gathered at a desk, discussing the test that was meant to happen the next day. 

Estelles ears perked upon hearing 'test'. Estelle was no cheater- no matter how bad things went, she usually chose to play fair. But, she reasoned, what did they say about opportunity? It only knocks once. Once it appears, take it. And that was exactly what Estelle planned to do.

Estelle moved to the corner of the room soundlessly, close enough to hear snippets of the discussion, but far enough so the two teachers couldn't notice her. The whole time she was there, she only took in break when necessary and was so, so scared of getting caught. But when the bell rang and the teachers left the room, she couldn't believe her luck. But was it luck? Or pure skill?

As she grew older, she didn't really feel the need to overhear conversations anymore. But she did it for fun anyway. Estelle mostly just snuck around the house, hoping no one would notice her when she got out of her room. It was so easy sometimes, that Estelle will perhaps be in the kitchen, quietly minding her own business, while the rest of the Jones would be in the living room. Amy would literally jump back when she noticed Estelle huddled by the cabinets. Estelle would raise her eyebrows and grin slightly at this. Points to being as gracious as a cat, she reckoned.[/size][/reducio][/td]
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[td][center][quote]Eva[/quote][/center][center]6[/center][/td]
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[td][center][reducio]Kaya always loved to explore new places. She didn't know from where she had this interest, but she found it out at 5 years old.
There were some places where other children were afraid to go. It didn't seem dangerous to Kaya, so she couldn't understand what was scaring them. One day she went in one of these places. Just old house, empty and even without house elves. Her friends asked her how she wasn't afraid to go there, as they saw ghosts there while passing by. But she was just asking surprisingly what was she supposed to be afraid of. She didn't see ghosts and was sad she didn't. 
When she was 7 playing with others in the garden, she saw spider. Everyone screamed because it appeared unexpectedly. But Kaya only looked at it for a second and continued playing.
Her friends started to call her fearless. But she never thought about it.
Later in her 9 years she was walking back home when thunder with lightning started. She was walking in the field and heard loud sound from thunder somewhere not far and in the next second she saw lightning hitting the tree not far from her. She looked at it enthusiastically, feeling happy she could see it. But her friends would surely not share her enthusiasm about it. They would find it scary. 
At the age of 10 when she had her first instance of magic, her family and her friends said she surely must be fearless as she didn't feel scared even for a second.
Since that time Kaya started to understand why only adventurous friends were exploring different places with her. Even if they were scared, they were more interested in exploring.
It was her time to go to Ilvermony and she started to think. Will this skill be useful for her even in school? She didn't know. She couldn't think about anything. Maybe it 
will be somehow useful in Quidditch. She really hoped so. Maybe seekers needs this skill so nothing can scare them. She was thinking to talk about it with her family, but decided to not. She wanted to find answer by herself.
Sometimes Kaya was thinking about future. All her childhood is connected to some events where it's obvious that she doesn't feel fear. Will it be like this when she will be older, Kaya didn't know. It would be nice if yes. 
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[td][center][reducio]Kaya is very energetic person, so she got a lot of friends since 5 years old. In early ages her siblings used to get more relaxed and focused around her. It was changing to be again stressed or worried when she wasn't around. As a child Kaya didn't notice it and didn't focus her attention on this. 
One day her brother came home been so nervous that he couldn't focus on anything. But when Kaya came to sit in the same room, he suddenly became calm and could finally focus on what he was going to do. She was 7 and she already thought it's strange. But being so young she just thought it's not connected to her. 
Later when she was 8, she was walking and noticed little girl who was crying and couldn't stop. Kaya came closer, sat in front of that girl and noticed that this girl started to calm down just from Kaya's presence. 
She found it more strange and thought she will ask her sister if she knew something about it. At home after telling her sister what happened, she heard that probably she has something about her that just makes people around her be able to calm down and focus better. 
Since 9 she was helping a lot of friends whenever they needed help with something connected to what she knew or just some situation where they needed support. 
Although she is adventurous and quite active, she never refused to help anyone who needed her help. 
There was only one thing she couldn't understand but hoped to understand when she will be older. How this skill could help even if someone was depressed over loosing someone dear to them? This must be so hurting and taking time to heal. But even in such situations her skill was helping those people to feel better. 
At the age of 10 she was playing with new friend. Everyone was wondering how Kaya Rose can play with this child so easily? As child was bullying others and acting not always in a good way, especially with children of another blood status, he was acting good and calm whenever was playing with Kaya. 
So by this age Kaya already became sure that she had some skill that helped her and helped those who were around her. 
When she knew she will study in Ilvermony, she was interested if students there have this skill too and how useful it is.
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[b]Stats:[/b]
- Stamina: 15
- Evasion: 13
- Strength: 13
- Wisdom: 10
- Arcane Power: 5
- Accuracy: 17
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[b]Abilities:[/b]
- Calming Presence
[reducio]Phyllis, even though she didn't realize it, had a presence about her that set people at ease. Despite her reputation, which wasn't the best and would normally lead someone to be unsettled when first meeting her, she just had this easy-going nature that lent others a sense of calm. Yes, her family had associations with Dark Magic, and, yes, she was known as a troublemaker, but be it her smile, relaxed posture, or something else, perhaps intangible, she had a calming presence.

The presence first became apparent when she was four. Her family, being wealthy Pure-bloods, had a number of house elves working for them. On that day another family high in status was visiting and one of the house elves spilled tea on one of the guest's dress. Naturally, he was kicked from the room and told to go punish himself. Phyllis, feeling badly for the creature, followed. She couldn't stop him from banging his head repeatedly against the wall, but she was successful in calming the poor elf down.

Such instances came up throughout her childhood in similar manners. When she moved with her mother to Canada, Phyllis became the peacemaker in the ring of friends she found in a magical urban area. The kids she hung around were far from well-mannered and had a tendency to get into fights even amongst themselves. Phyllis was the one to break those fights up and help everyone calm down.

And in situations where Phyllis and a friend were setting up a prank, she made it easy to relax. Sure, they were in the middle of doing something that could get them into trouble, which could be a bit stressful, or one might be overly excited, but with Phyllis around they were able to execute their prank without blowing their cover.

The same carried over to Quidditch. As a first year, Phyllis hadn't made the team but even just when playing for fun her teammates found it easier to play. Even when they were down, the girl was unflappable, never getting frustrated or giving up. In her mind, so long as you kept trying there was always a chance of coming back, of winning. They just had to focus and around her doing just that was much easier.

Even without each and every situation that made it clear her presence had an effect on people, her personality alone lent itself to helping others relax. Phyllis could be intense when she wanted to, but most of the time the redhead was laid-back, carefree. Grades weren't a concern; in fact, not achieving top marks aided her goal of irritating her mother. Plus, the way she saw it, things just [i]happened[/i]. You couldn't always do anything about it, so why not just go where things took you?

To those she cared about, Phyllis was solid, unchangeably loyal. In every other aspect of her life she was unpredictable, but when it came down to her friends counting on her she wouldn't let them down for anything. It was another aspect of her that helped her friends, her allies, not worry and instead focus there energy on succeeding.

It was true that Phyllis wasn't the smartest, hence the reason she hadn't identified the aura of calm she possessed. But she didn't have to know about it for it to be there. Without a doubt, Phyllis had a calming presence.[/reducio]- Fearless
[reducio]No one was truly fearless. It simply wasn't possible for a human to not be afraid of [i]something[/i], be it spiders, the dark, losing a loved one, or one of the other numerous things there were to be scared of. All that considered, Phyllis was as close as you could get to fearless.

Growing up the way she did, Phyllis [i]had[/i] to be fearless. It was that or be scared out of her wits of what her mother might do with all her Dark Magic next. Not letting anything get to her was probably not all that smart, but Phyllis wasn't exactly known for sharp intellect. Her sometimes reckless bravery led to many a not-so-great circumstance. For instance, climbing a tree too high without checking if the branches could hold her weight. That had been a painful day, what with tumbling to the ground when the branch under her snapped and breaking her arm. It was a good thing indeed that she'd grown up with magic to fix such accidents. Or, another time when she'd jumped into an icy lake to save one of her friends even though she had no clue how to swim. She'd been awfully lucky to survive that.

Still, not being scared of just about anything had its benefits. She didn't dread big occasions, didn't have to deal with stage fright, and wasn't afraid of just walking over to someone and striking up a conversation. In relation to that calming presence she possessed, the fact she wasn't scared made it that much easier for the people around her to relax.

When the Ilvermorny students had been invited to Hogwarts and fights had broken out at the Masked Ball, she'd charged straight into them. It was far from the smart thing to do, especially since she had next to no spells under her belt and all, but that didn't mean it hadn't been proof of her lack of fear. Maybe it was just the sort of bull-headed bravery you'd expect out of Gryffindors. Maybe it would get her killed someday. It wasn't as though she were scared of the potential repercussions, so what did it matter?

There were, of course, the things she was scared of. Being in the dark alone, for instance. Her childhood had taught her full well the horrors that hid in the shadows. Water, too--when she'd tried to save her friend, she'd learned just how terrifying it felt to drown. Neither of those fears would stop her from anything, though. Phyllis would still plunge into the shadows, still jump into water if it meant saving a friend or if it needed to be done. Perhaps that was the most important thing about her, more important than being mostly fearless in the first place: when she did get scared, she faced her fears anyways. Between the fearlessness and the bravery, Phyllis would not be stopped by fright.[/reducio]- Statistically Relevant [+2 Stamina]
[reducio]Phylicia Stanwood was tough. It was apparent even when she was a toddler; if she fell down, she was going to get back up. Throughout a childhood full of often reckless pursuits of excitement, scrapes, bruises, and the occasionally broken bone were common. She was quite the adventurous little thing, and when she played, she played hard. She was always outside, running around, climbing trees, doing cartwheels, flying her toy broom, and generally looking for any way to have fun.

Over time, her outdoor activities strayed away from simple playing and more into improving her physical abilities. Her endurance was possibly the only thing she admired about her family; Stanwoods were known for never giving up. Granted, the things her parents worked at until they got what they wanted were hardly admirable, but she was going to be different. Better. And that started by being the best broom flier out there.

Zipping around the grounds surrounding her family's manor brought a whole new set of dangers. See, when Phyllis flew, she only had one speed: fast. The little girl didn't know how to go slow; she was in it for the rush of adrenaline, the feeling having the wind streak past you. Instead of the occasional tumble out of a tree, now she was running straight into them, along with boulders and the occasional fence. Perhaps the resulting head trauma caused her to become even more reckless and stupid, but she never once cried. Instead, she always got back up, grabbed her broom, and walked back to the house to get fixed up.

This resilience wasn't just physical, though. Sure, she could take her fair share of hits and keep going, but getting up required a mental aspect. She knew how to shake things off. She chose to be optimistic, to believe even through growing up with parents that mostly ignored her that things could and [i]would[/i] get better. And if she believed there was always a light at the end of the tunnel, it was easier to get back up.

In addition, over the course of her first year she took to running in the morning. It wasn't as amazing of a feeling as zipping through the air on her broom, but it still felt good, feet pounding on the ground, propelling her forward. By the end of the year she could go a pretty long time without having to stop or slow down. She felt ready to face whatever came her way. Felt ready to keep pushing through.[/reducio]- Savior
[reducio]Phyllis loved sports, and broom sports in particular. She loved winning, and even just playing, flying; the feel of wind in her hair and pushing her broom faster and faster still. But here was the thing: things like broom racing and Quidditch? They were brutal. You were playing one minute and the next you were plummeting to the ground below. A lot of the time, you didn't get back up after that. The brutality itself wasn't really Phyllis' problem with it; Merlin knew she got a little too excited to roughhouse. No, what she didn't like was losing a teammate. It happened, but no one wanted to see a teammate sprawled on the grass. No one wanted to win and then watch a teammate grapple with the delivery of the news and the fact they hadn't been able to finish the game out, and of course it was only worse when it was a loss to report. The redhead's philosophy, not that she was entirely sure what philosophy meant, was that no one should get left behind.

She lived it. In her first broom race, despite the buzz of nerves and itch to speed ahead, she hung back because her friend and teammate had a slower broom and she wasn't going to leave him in the dust. When things had gone wrong at that first Masquerade Ball, the thought of leaving without her friends never once crossed her mind. She'd never let a prank partner take the fall; either they both got out of there or they took their punishment together. Simple as that.

Maybe that was why she ended up leaving the broom racing team. It was too individual of a sport. Yes, you had a team, but the whole point was for someone to race out ahead to cross the finish line first, not so much to work together. If someone was attacked, too bad, let them be targeted so you could slip by. Combine that with the fact she'd been in love with Quidditch since she knew what it was and she had her mind made up.

As she took to the skies in a different sport, she had a new way to keep up her code. If ever a teammate was to be knocked off their broom and it was remotely possible, she'd swoop down, getting a little faster in her rapid decline each time, and tug them out of their fall. It was a lot of fun riding together, anyhow; you could hear each others' jokes that way! The team was what counted to her, rain or shine, win or lose. No one left to fall.[/reducio]- Wandmaker [Snallygaster Heartstring | Dogwood | 33 cm | Quite Flexible]
[reducio]Distant was probably the best word to describe Phyllis' relationship with her father. It was true, more or less, even before her parents split, with him so often caught up at work. Always work. Maybe that was why he didn't fight for Phyllis to stay with him, why he seemed content with only the handful of times they saw each other a year and the letters. And Phyllis was fine with that. Life held too many good things to get snagged on wishes her father wasn't so distant, literally and emotionally. She had more than enough amazing friends to make up for it.

So when one of his letters strayed from the usual, surface-level discussion of what they'd been up to, Phyllis was surprised. He wanted to see her face-to-face, to spend a few days over the summer together? They hadn't spent that kind of time, just the two of them with no social function attached, in... well, in forever. So why now?

(Phyllis knew why. It was because she'd been asked to be a part of Ilvermorny's Hexiwizard team. There'd been congratulations when she'd joined the Quidditch team, but this was different. This was enough to catch genuine attention, maybe even pride. But it hurt to think that only this was finally good enough, so she was going to keep on pretending it was just out-of-the-blue.)

Her father inquired specifically about her wand--Was she attached? Did it work well?--with an offer to take her wand shopping at the special place he'd gotten his, if she wanted. Once upon a time, he had promised a small Phyllis admiring his wand with bright, wide eyes that he would go with her to get her wand, and that hadn't happened. She'd forgotten about that. Phyllis was not hung up about this promise he was a good three years late on; she hadn't even thought about it until the letter knocked it loose from the dusty recesses of her brain. She couldn't say she even cared for these sticks wizards so treasured, for spell-casting at all. 

Actually... that wasn't true, actually. Phyllis did care, she saw things like Maxi hitting two people with one incantation and thought that was [i]so cool[/i], wanted to do it herself. But she was used to being passing, at best, with a wand, really a downright disappointment for a pureblood. So she made her identity friends and flying, instead, using magic only where she needed to. Cool things like splitting spells just weren't in the cards for Phyllis.

But maybe, just maybe, she could be better with a new wand. It couldn't be any [i]worse[/i]; there existed very little connection between her and her current wand. Something had sparked enough for it to pair with her in the first place, but something--Phyllis' lack of effort, just not meshing--had made the length of wood feel like little more than a stick. And maybe the time with her father would be nice. Somewhere inside, there was a little girl who [i]had[/i] cared, confused and missing her father, who did want that promised wand outing.

So over the summer, Phyllis would spend several days with her father back in England. On one of those days, he would take her to this wand shop. He spoke of it highly, and from what Phyllis gathered, it was prestigious, expensive. High-end was probably the right word. Thus commenced the hunt for the right wand, her father hovering excitedly at her shoulder and finding combinations for her to try. Whether to be annoyed or endeared by the interest, Phyllis wasn't sure. Some of that energy did seem to rub off on her, though, hope that perhaps she could find a new, better wand breaking through her lack of enthusiasm.

[b]Wood: Dogwood[/b]
First impressions were important, and it wasn't uncommon for people to come away from meeting Phyllis with the word [i]loud[/i] in mind. This was especially true when she was younger, the little redhead always having things to say and the projection to make sure people heard her. When she arrived at Ilvermorny, she got a bit better at managing her voice level and not talking [i]nearly[/i] so much, because she realized people found that annoying. Still, loud was a word people might think about her, and if not, extroverted, sociable, and enthusiastic certainly were.

She was talking when she picked up the wand that would become hers, making some idle joke to her father because it would be much too boring to do this in silence, and perhaps that was half of the battle in winning the wood's allegiance.

[b]Core: Snallygaster Heartstring[/b]
The wands being funneled her way were primarily of the strongest cores. It was a very intentional thing, so that even Phyllis, with her limited knowledge of wand components, could notice. That was hardly a surprise, she was sure her father would be happiest if she came out with what was the best possible wand on paper. But she felt nothing with those--she didn't really think she had the necessary power, or whatever--and eventually their search expanded, which is how she ended up with a wand of Snallygaster Heartstring in hand. Did Phyllis even know what a Snallygaster was? Not really.

But it was this core that chose her, and if she had known the traits this core typically bonded with, she wouldn't have been surprised. She had that physical aspect, speed and grace shining through when she spun through the air on a broom. She had the warmness, optimism and openness being how she carried herself and aggression something very rarely expressed. And she had the self-awareness, in touch with how she felt about things and remarkably cool-headed for someone who appeared so expressive. The wand knew what it was looking for in a good match, even if Phyllis didn't.

[b]Length: 33 cm[/b]
Phyllis barely even noticed the lengths of the wands she tried out, but a short wand was just never going to fit. She was loud, expressive, humorous. [i]Dramatic[/i] was not something she typically was, unless it was sarcasm, but otherwise she fit the bill of a longer wand perfectly. Phyllis had a bigger presence, and so would her wand. Plus, it just felt right in her hand.

[b]Flexibility: Quite Flexible[/b]
Beyond preferring her wand to bounce a little when she swished it, a more flexible wand was only fitting. Where many might get nervous to try something new, for Phyllis there was only excitement as she chased the adrenaline of novelty. Constantly she was pushing her limits on a broom, and she was fine dropping plans to do something else with friends last-minute. Going with the flow seemed to her to be the best way to live.

Phyllis was not, however, a pushover. She had defined lines on certain things; she wouldn't be cruel, or exclusive, or follow through with ideas that were nothing but bad. That kept her laid-back approach to life in check. Most things didn't hold too much weight to her, but she would hold firm on those that did.[/reducio]- Keeper's Catch
[reducio]Quidditch had been Phyllis' thing for as long as she could remember. It had started as a little kid, wide-eyed and dreamy, watching colorful jerseys blur by high in the air, and not knowing what they were doing but knowing she wanted to do that, too. That had sparked a childhood-long obsession, pushing her toy broom to its (admittedly limited) limits and pestering her exhausted parents to take her to games. And now she was on her school team, first-string Keeper a role she treated with a certain reverence.

It was a certain kind of magical, the way owning a speedy broom and belonging to an enthusiastic team pushed her to new heights. Watching the professionals was cool, but taking pointers from friends was better, and really nothing beat the practical application in scrimmages and games.

The role of [i]Keeper[/i] could be viewed as a more passive one. You stuck near the hoops and defended them, and while you could dive into the action, it usually came at the cost of points to the enemy team. Phyllis loved zipping around a little too much to play so statically. And so, in the risk-free environment of practice, she started experimenting. Maybe rather than batting quaffles away she could try catching them. Maybe, if she was fast enough, a solid block could become a pass, a speedy attempt to score. Maybe she could take greater control of the field.

It was definitely a bit messy at first, sacrificing defense for offense. She fumbled balls and got a bit ahead of herself, moving faster than she could survey the field. But she'd played enough Quidditch to know that every setback was a lesson, and if you could tweak one detail of your approach after every failure, slowly your tangled mess of effort would weave into a pretty tapestry of skill. She wasn't one for flowery language, but that seemed a good way to put it. And tapestries were an appropriately large project, fitting of the way her team's support helped her pull it all together.

So now, with her silly tapestry put together reasonably well, she was gaining confidence to play as Keeper a little differently. A little more aggressively, a little more directly. A little more like the professionals, if she let her mentality go there. And, in her personal opinion, it was more fun this way, and wasn't that what Quidditch was all about?[/reducio]
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Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes - Keeper
Is your character a Duellist? No[/quote]

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[color=#dc4c32][size=125]"Look at you..."[/size][/color]
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Amber has strawberry blonde hair, and hazel eyes. Her eyes look blue in a certain angle and she has fair skin. She is extremely stylish but prefers comfortable and stylish clothes. Her hair is always down except when she's running or on an adventure with her bestie Kaya and then it's tied back. 
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Amber has two totally different personalities; one for the summer and one for the winter. In the summer she is warm, fun, popular, sarcastic, sassy, sporty, hot-tempered and stubborn. In the winter she is cold, shy, sarcastic, smart, clever, gets angry often and can be mean. But recently her bestie Kaya has helped her develop a solid personality that doesn't change as often making her a kind, a bit angry occasionally, smart, adventurous and a total trouble maker type of girl. Although she does occasionally still have mood swings. Her favorite things to do are go on adventures and cause trouble with Kaya. 
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[color=#e01010][size=125]"As warm as the sun, as silly as fun."[/size][/color]
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[center]Born in Sunny California, USA, to Amari Hart and Joshua Hart, Amber had always been a warm and friendly girl. Popular, sporty, adventurous and a troublemaker, Amber had lots of friends. As a pureblood she knew a few muggles but many other wizards like herself. 
Amari Hart, her mother had been born in New York where her maternal grandparents and cousins lived. This was also where Ilvermorny the school her mother had gone to was. 
Joshua Hart, her father was born in Toronto, Canada where her paternal grandparents and cousins lived. He also went to Ilvermorny. 
Amber had a brother who was younger than her by 2 years. Amber and her younger brother Finn got along except when Finn stole her belongings. 
One day, her paternal grandpa died and they had to move to Toronto, Canada. Amber who was 9 at the time hated this. She loved California and had many friends. She screamed and shouted and begged her parents to let her stay here until she would go to Ilvermorny. But they would not agree. 
That day while packing her belongings, she said goodbye to her loads of friends but something inside of her changed. Not the warm, fun, popular, sarcastic, sassy, sporty, hot-tempered and stubborn girl she used to be she changed, for the better and the worse. 
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[size=125][color=#ef0101]"She's got both feet on the ground, and she's burning it down!!!"[/color][/size]
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[size=125][color=#730dd9]"You can do magic, you can have anything that you desire"[/color][/size]
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Both her parents and friends knew she was mad about moving but no one expected this to trigger her first instance of magic. Amber was packing her suitcases when it had happened. Because she was mad, she wasn't thinking properly. While putting her suitcases down the stairs, Amber started to feel really angry and she accidentally set one of the suictases on fire. 
Yelping, she ran to get her parents and her brother and they were proud to say that Amber had just experienced her first instance of magic. After that, Amber was less mad because she was happy that she had done magic. 
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[color=#0b66f9][size=125]"Let the storm rage on!"[/size][/color]
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Amber got used to Canada but her personality did change a lot. One thing that helped her get through everything was her new best friend she met that year in 2019.Kaya, was just as adventurous as her and as much of a troublemaker. While Amber usually did the troublemaking, Kaya usually took them both on adventures. The two of them hung out a lot. 
And Kaya was the same age as her and also a pureblood so the two of them would go to Ilvermorny at the same time. The two continued to be besties for a long time.
It was always a wonder which house Amber would be in as her mother was a Wampus and her father was a Thunderbird. She was glad to be a Thunderbird as it matched her personality. She was happy that Kaya was also in Thunderbird as well.
With Kaya there to help her, Amber's 2 personalities became one and she became kind, a bit angry occasionally, smart, adventurous and a total troublemaker. But she loved it. 
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[color=#0b66f9][size=125]"The cold never bothered me anyway!"[/size][/color]
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[quote][center]Got permission from Linda Ramirez to use her character Kaya Bennet in this ency. [/center][/quote]

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Quidditch Player?: [b]YES[/b]/NO. (Chaser)
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[center][reducio]Amber loved to impress people and also loved to be the center of attention. She worked hard to impress others and to be charming. 
When she was younger she used to be called Charming all the time but never gave this any thought at all. Anyways, she did love to be the center of attention so that made a lot of sense that she would be charming. 
It was true. Amber was stunning and charming. She knew what to say, when to say it and how to make others feel good. She was athletic and decently smart at the same time, something that others looked up to her for. All of this was natural to her and sometimes Amber was a bit of a show off. 
For example when she was 4 she began to sing in the streets. She did this because she liked to sing. Singing was a hobby of hers when she was younger and she wanted to display her singing in front of other people. She wanted to have other people compliment her. And that did happen. People complimented that she had a great voice and that she was a really great singer at a young age. One person even called her charming. That was the first incident when someone had called her charming. Eventually, her mother, who she was with at the time, forced her to stop as they had to go and Amber was sad. 
A similar incident like this happened when she was 6. She was at a birthday party. She had just entered the room and wished her friend ‘happy birthday’. Amber was dressed pretty fancy for this occasion as she wore a dress with heels. Amber was complimented for the fact that she was beautiful and wore beautiful clothes. A bunch of people called her charming. She loved those compliments. Some of the beauty just came naturally but she worked hard to stay the center of attention and to impress others. 
Finally when she was 8, almost 9 the charming compliments came almost every day. She enjoyed these compliments but began to wonder if maybe she was actually charming. It seemed as if she was and she loved it. 
When she moved to Toronto, Canada she started to feel as if this was all natural. Being charming, the center of attention and impressing people was just natural. Compliments of the fact that she was charming were a regular now and she didn’t think much of it any longer.
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[center][reducio]Amber loved to go on adventures and get into trouble. Starting from a young age, she never had feared the wilderness, spiders, or getting in trouble with teachers. Her friends screamed when they saw snakes, were so afraid of going camping because of bears and ran away when they saw the principal heading towards them. 
Amber did none of those things. Amber had never felt afraid before and that just felt natural. After moving to Toronto, Canada and meeting her bestie Kaya, Amber began to go on lots of adventures and never felt scared. Many people including her parents asked her how she could just go out anywhere, anytime and see anything even if it was scary. But it wasn’t scary to her but it was scary to them. To Amber, things were different. She felt as if she wasn’t afraid of anything and maybe that was true. 
Amber wasn’t afraid of spiders and snakes and creepy crawly creatures like her brother. They were just some tiny creature. And plus, she was bigger than them! She wasn’t afraid of being shunned out like her father. She would have a place to fit in. She just had to make one for herself. She wasn’t afraid of losing someone who she most loved like her mother. She loved her family but she wasn’t afraid of this. Everyone dies anyway, was what she thought. 
Amber never put much thought into this until she grew older and her parents and friends started to comment about how she was practically fearless. First, it started out when she had climbed to the tallest tree in the neighborhood. Everyone had been scared of this and when she had done this, they called her fearless. Next, a snake was roaming around Amber's house and her family was scared. But Amber had not been scared. She put the snake around her hand and made sure it was out of the yard and into the wild. All of her family had called her fearless for doing that. Soon it became a regular thing. 
When she put some thought into this she realized that it was kind of true. Others had many things they were afraid of but she couldn’t think of anything. Amber was intrigued by this and wondered if this was common or not. 
Amber wondered whether other people were fearless but soon she discovered that her best friend Kaya was also fearless. She was glad of this and didn’t put much thought into it any longer. 
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[quote][center]Got permission from Linda Ramirez to use her character Kaya Bennet in this ency. [/center][/quote]