[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] Spellcraft[/center]
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	[color=#DB7093]”Not in the same way I do. You have to be born a sorcerer. You could become a witch, but that involves dealing with demons. You could be a Wiccan, too. They deal in karma and manifestations more than anything, but they ‘make’ and ‘sell’ spells. They are annoying, but they think what they are doing is witchcraft. What they do doesn’t hurt none, and it makes them feel good,”[/color] I say and shrug.

	I wave my hand over a flame and whisper a word. The flame splits and pops into my hand. It dances around my fingertips before vanishing. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] Notice; [/center]
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	I nearly collided with Nero when I reached the door. I smile when I see them, though, relieved in an odd way. I didn’t realize I had been wound that tight this evening.

	[color=#006400]”Hello gorgeous. Unfortunately no. Nic wants some reading material,”[/color] I say, patting the book under my arm. [color=#006400]”And what have you been up to? I sent food up to the room. Was it to your liking?”[/color]