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[h2][color=fff200]Taylor Sinclair[/color][/h2]

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[color=fff200]Title[/color]: The Mariachi
[color=fff200]Age[/color]: 18
[color=fff200]Gender[/color]: Female
[color=fff200]Grade[/color]: 4th
[color=fff200]Academy[/color]: United Academy of Song Knights' of Crescendo
[color=fff200]Height[/color]: 169 cm
[color=fff200]Weight[/color]: 67 kg
[color=fff200]Alignment[/color]: Neutral Neutral


[color=fff200]Personality[/color]: “Life is fragile. Death is simple. So treasure it and celebrate while you can.” a simple mantra defines Taylor’s outlook on life. Taking everything that comes her way with an easy grin and a witty retort, Taylor moves at her own pace and enjoying herself in whatever manner catches her fancy. Music and drinking becoming a quick favourite.

Taylor doesn’t consider herself a very deep character, she is easily pleased and is slow to anger, contrary to what her element would imply. She has no triggers, no button to push that will make her rain hellfire down upon you. Taylor will sooner take a nap than plot some revenge scheme

[color=fff200]History[/color]: Taylor has lived a rather normal life with the one exception that she has brushed with death more times than she can count. Near misses with carriages, overzealous sparring partners cutting too deep. It was always as if Death walking along side next to Taylor, putting her close to dying, but never collecting. Eventually with death happening all around her and almost too her for so long, Death in her mind became an old friend that will one day invite her over the its place for a drink.

As for her life in the Academy? Well she was well known, but not renowned. People would recognise her and greet her warmly, but she had never exposed her ability to others, passing every exam with a perfect 51%. So no one ever expected much out of her.

[color=fff200]Instrument and Weapons[/color]: Silver Trumpet and falchion with a gold basket hilt both made out of an allow that is highly heat resistant, but when the temperature is hot enough, an elegant red hot floral pattern is revealed.

[color=fff200]Magic[/color]: [color=fdc68a]Perdition[/color]: Dark crimson flames that glow with a simmering inner light. Like all flames it gives off both light and heat, the greater one's sins are the greater the pain. The flame will stick to the victim as it somehow adhesive and never burning out unless Taylor wishes it.

Theme: 
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGjwXI0n5-I[/youtube]


[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Scarlet[/color][/h2][/center]
[color=ed1c24]Title[/color]: -
[color=ed1c24]Gender[/color]: Female
[color=ed1c24]Element[/color]: Fire/Dark
[color=ed1c24]Rank[/color]: A (With a restriction order)
[color=ed1c24]Height[/color]: 169 cm
[color=ed1c24]Weight[/color]: 30 kg

[color=ed1c24]Appearance[/color]: 
[img]http://i.imgur.com/cIhX96P.png[/img]

[color=ed1c24]Personality[/color]: Cheerful, confident and capable. Scarlet is closer to a drinking buddy than a Spirit. Strangely enough, Taylor talks to Scarlet as if she is the Death that has been walking around with her since her childhood which had inadvertently influenced Taylor’s opinion on death.

The big factor that influenced Taylor’s opinion on death was the blatant disregard for anything resembling danger. Is there an army charging her? Well... that just makes it impossible to miss doesn’t it?

[color=ed1c24]Powers[/color]: Uses guns and swords quite liberally, more often than her magical powers and is proficient enough to hold her own for a time against the more physically minded Spirits

[color=ed1c24]Pyrokinesis[/color]: Standard flame creation and manipulation abilities

[color=0072bc]Soul Fire[/color]: rarely used, but hidden under Scarlet’s eyepatch is deep blue flame, almost sapphire in colour. When her eyepatch is removed the blue flame will gush out like water breaking a dam and wash over all, bypassing all physical barriers to burn the victim’s soul.
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