[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden&Nero’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#B0C4DE]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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Avery chuckled, looking back at Kimiko’s legs and applied more pressure to his touch. He started to gently massage her legs, his eyes drifting up to her tattoo again as he spoke.

[color=#B0C4DE]”I think you read my mind first, then. I wanted to do this as soon as I pulled you closer.”[/color] His fingers and thumb moved along the sides of her shin bone, massaging out the smaller muscles and tendons in her leg that were responsible for things like shin splits and ankle mobility.

[color=#B0C4DE]”I’m sure there is something more exciting for you to do than cook for me while I run around in the forest scarring squirrels.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi's House – Chicago, IL 
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Cassiopeia filled the sink with water. The steam curled around the tap as she filled it and dumped dishes into the water angrily. She shut the water off and rested her hands on the side of the sink.

[color=#DB7093]”Closure? You think I want closure for what happened to my family? For watching them be slaughtered in front of me? No Nic, I want revenge and the one person, the one [i]thing[/i] I can get that from, is mated to my best friend. And even after finding out, he’s still with them, doing goddess knows what while I’m here reliving the worst day of my life over and over and over again.”[/color] She plunged her hand into the sink to scrub furiously at something but forgot there was a knife.

Cassi hissed in shock more than pain, pulling her hand out of the water and staring at the cut on her finger. It wasn’t a horrible cut, but it was deep enough to bleed and drip into the water. Cassi's demeanour shifted as she stared at her hand, an eerie sort of calm washing over her. Her voice took on a melodic ancient tone, one that was older than her body's twenty-seven winters.

[color=#DB7093]”Have you ever read the play [i]Macbeth[/i]? The one with the witches and the Lady who murdered the king with her husband? She’s plagued with nightmares about the murder and starts to obsessively rub her hands to get the blood off them, even though there is no blood. ‘Out, damned spot; out, I say!—One, two: why then, ’tis time to do’t. Hell is murky’,”[/color] she quoted. 

[color=#DB7093]”I rarely slept after that night, but when the exhaustion would claim me, I would have nightmares. I would wake up screaming, trying to scrub their blood off my skin. For years, I thought I killed them all because I broke off the engagement. I was never the type to want to kill myself, but I didn’t want to live anymore, either. What was the point? I had nothing left. Then, more villages were being wiped clean of witches. The final sweep of the witch trials. More demons were coming to claim souls. I started dabbling in blood magic, and I saved as many people as I could. I saved Caden’s family and Caden, and now I have a chance to put the nightmares to rest, and he’s with the demon that could end that for me. And you want me just to let it all go?”[/color]

Cassi looked up from her bleeding hand and stared at Nic. A blue fire burned in her eyes. The colour of the hottest flame with the deepest burn.

[color=#DB7093]”I tracked the thing that killed your mother and took your father. I [i]saved[/i] your father and gave you back a piece of your family. I will never get mine back.”[/color] 

Cassi grabbed a towel, wrapped her hand, and left the kitchen. She took the stairs and headed for her bedroom. She shut the door and slid to the floor before she started to cry.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden&Nero's House – Chicago, IL
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[color=#006400][i]”Meine Schwertsammlung. Ich habe Stücke aus Großbritannien, aber auch aus Deutschland. In einige von ihnen sind Zaubersprüche oder Initialen eingraviert. Einige sind schlicht. Erinnern Sie sich an das Schwert, das Sie benutzt haben? Oder die deines Vaters?”[/i][/color]

From day one Nero had been drawn to those swords, and now Caden was wondering if there really had been a reason behind the little imp’s penchant for sharp, shiny things.


[Hider=Translations]My sword collection. I have pieces from Great Britain, but also from Germany. Some of them have spells or initials engraved on them. Some are plain. Do you remember the sword you used? Or your father's?[/hider]