[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams - Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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[color=F0A06B]”Well then most people are wrong.”[/color] I say, my eyes following as she walks away and starts checking on plants. [color=F0A06B]“How do ‘most people’ describe you then?”[/color] I ask, leaning down on the counter as I watch her.

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] In the Car - Chicago, IL
[b][color=#9B111E]Skills:[/color][/b]
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I put my hands up in a sort of shrug to Caden, not really sure how to put my feelings into words and not being able to try explaining it in German when Kiki can understand it. I pout and face forward, again wishing I knew another language that she did not so I could still have my private conversations with Caden.

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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] In the Car - Chicago, IL
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My cool and confident facade is starting to chip away little by little. [color=FFF79A] “Urgh, that would be so much easier if my mother wasn’t so much of a pain in the arse.”[/color] I groan with a sigh. 

[color=FFF79A]”In the lore, the blessings would stay with the humans as long as they were good and pious, but who knows what [i]that[/i] definition would be.”[/color] I fume a little bit in my pity party before I blink and reset my attitude. 

[color=FFF79A]“Sorry, we aren’t here to talk about my mum.”[/color] I say with a chipper voice, trying to bring the good mood back. [color=FFF79A]“How long until we’re there?”[/color] I ask of Caden.