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[center][b]~ Name ~[/b]

-Cynthia Wave-

[b]~ Appearance ~[/b]

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[b]~ Personality ~[/b]

Quick Thinking
Hard Working 
Distrustful


[b]~ History ~[/b]

 Cynthia was always a pretty child. Dark shiny hair, dark expressive eyes, a quick mind and a diligent student, she was doted upon by her peers and teachers. An only child to a single father, her mother having remarried when Cynthia was small, her father worked hard to provide his daughter with everything she needed or wanted (within reason). Their life was not extravagant but it was comfortable and it was enough. 

But as she grew and her peers did as well it became clear something was different about Cynthia. While still an excellent student, and lovelier than ever, she did not change when her friends did. Surely she was just a late bloomer?  Although her body belied that denial. As the months and then years passed Cynthia learned she could still get what she wanted, and even be better than the others if she relied on her looks and her mind. Graduating with high marks she went to college. Of course without magic she couldn’t get any of the particularly glamorous degrees, but she would not let her father down by refusing to attend higher education. It was, after all, what he wanted for his daughter. 

But schooling for an ungifted girl became expensive, and Cynthia knew she had little chance of getting a high paying position anywhere. Rather than take out loans she started using her looks to get what she wanted. An older gentleman caller would certainly be willing to pay for her meals, or even her books…or even her rent… The more she was willing to put up with in terms of ‘friends’ the more she was able to get. 

And so graduating with good marks (for an ungifted one) she set out into the world. Only to find it uninterested in her. Here she couldn’t smile and flirt her way into positions that needed magic. After months of searching and being denied, even smirked at Cynthia turned back to the one way she had ever successfully gotten by.
It wasn’t so bad, or at least she told herself as much. She chose who her ‘clients’ were and for the most part they were just lonely, well to do people who could over look her lacking abilities for her pretty face and willingness to do as they wanted. Who needed pride? Who needed dignity? Cynthia knew she could afford neither. 

[b]~ Major ~[/b]

Mathematics 

[b]~ Job ~[/b]

Somewhere between escort and whore.  

[b]~ Element ~[/b]

Fire or Air[/center]

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