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Name: Joseph Collins

Age: Around 29 or 30 he doesn’t really know

Gender: M

Magical Ability: He can bend shadows and drain light from any place

Appearance: Dark brown hair almost black, soft hazlenut eyes, 5’9”, a kind face, quite nimble and agile, a tallish build, usually wares more professional clothing, has a clean look to him

Personality: Kind, soft spoken, genuine, but definitely not naive or a push over. He is very observant and is quite smart. He can be strict at times though he tends not to be. Loyal and a detailed kind of fella.

Backround: He was adopted from Romania when he was about eight or nine to a kind couple in their sixties. He was then raised normally and now his (adopted) parents are in their eightys. He loves them both dearly

Other: Can he be a teacher at the school or something?  

I will try to put everyone who made a charrie into the story, even if it might be later on! I might make some changes to the characters to fit into the story. If you want to tell me what your mark of magic would be and where, let me know. 

@Tuxedo Kitten Sure! 

~Saga Stacy 

After homeroom, the bell rung to tell us that we will move on to our next classroom. I started off with Math, one of the most gruelling and uninteresting subjects by the sound of groaning as they entered. The teacher seemed really nice and young to be a teacher, and introduced himself as Mr. Collins.

"As you know, you probably all don't like math." he began. "But I am determined to change your mind! I'll let you talk with the people around you until you go to second period. You'll be in this classroom with these people for the rest of the school year, so I suggest you get to know them."

Feeling awkward, I went up to the first person I saw.

"HI!" I said a bit too loudly at her. Her brown hair, twirled around when she looked at me. Her eyes were wide in fear and she had taken a step back.

"Sorry. What's your name?" I ask. 

"A-Aya." she said, and I swore for a moment her entire hand disappeared.

"Are you new here?" I said a bit too enthusiastically.

"She was here since sixth grade."  said another who came up to us. She had teal highlights that stook out out of her brown hair. Everything about her was very bright-colored. "I'm Bleu, Bleu Shasta by the way." She turned to Aya. "So you're finally socializing! Horay!" Bleu says. 

"I guess." Aya says, shrugging.

"Have you heard of a conspiracy going around lately?" Bleu says, turning to me.

"I haven't." I said, curious.

"I like to call it code kitten, or dash dot dash, dot dot, dash, dash, dot, dash dot."

"I don't see how morse code has anything to do with it I don't understand it."

"Well I do!" Bleu twirls around. "They say that there are magicians in hiding all around us! You can never tell who is one until they reveal their powers. Some say there is an underground network of magicians hiding in secluded areas. I guess it's something like Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, or Hogwarts."

"Th-that's nice." I say. If humans really knew that magicians could be hiding in plain sight, if I were to be in a hospital, they could possibly see my magic mark, and-

"Chill out." Aya said quietly. I realised I had panicked a moment.

The bell rings. 

"Want to hang out later?" I ask. 

"Sure! Meet us at the old ash tree, it's the largest on campus." said Bleu.

We all gather our stuff and leave. I felt like school could be the worst or the best time of my life.