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Call me Spencer not my real name. I'm 17 years old, from the Philippines, pansexual, a Journalism student, and a generally badass person, if I do say so myself. I roleplay in any genre, as long as it's a plot that I'm interested in and can grasp easily. I mostly play females, but can sometimes play males. If you wanna 1x1, I really wanna do some fxf plots. :>

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Full Name: Jordan Devin Latner-Mason Age: 19 Blood: Pureblood Alignment: Neutral House: Ravenclaw Personality: Jordan is smart, cunning, determined, and easily approachable. While not exactly a genius, Jordan can hold her own amongst the brightest wizards. She's book-smart and has a constant hunger for more knowledge. She's the kind of person who knows what she wants and will do all she can to get it, although she can take on a tunnel vision when it comes to that. She's friendly enough, though wary of unfamiliar people, and can offer a hand when you need it. Despite everything she's achieved, Jordan's ego can be easily destroyed by a few choice words. She's not exactly the bravest witch either, and is not a risk taker. She's a person who looks before she leaps, even if it means not leaping at all, especially if she deems the reward not worth the effort. She wants to get over this particular flaw because she knows it would hinder her in her climb to greatness. Bio\History: Jordan was the youngest, born into a family of Slytherins. They valued greatness and tradition, so when young Jordan came to earth, her fate to follow the footsteps of everyone in her family had been set in stone. So when Jordan turned eleven and received her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, her father saw her off with the words, "Show them the best Latner Slytherin," ringing behind her. So of course her parents had been devastated when they received a mail from her the next day with the news of which house she was sorted into. Their daughter was a Ravenclaw, the very first in their ancestry. They could not have that. Jordan was pulled out of school and taught a lesson, the hard way - which was the only way in the Latner clan. Still, they couldn't hold her for long. Disowned by her own parents and shunned by her former siblings, she retured to Hogwarts two years later than normal. That fact, added to rumours about why she'd been held back, became a reason for Jordan to become ostracized during her freshman year. Despite how much she attempted to excel in classes, there would always be mockery meeting her in every corner.The Latners couldn't have their name being soiled by the wimpy face Jordan was showing, so her two older brothers were tasked to shake away all the depression inside her. They built her up and helped her find a circle to join amongst the freshmen, and once she was set, they ripped away the right to the Latner name from her. She took on the name of Mason, the surname of a secret muggle friend from her childhood, and took on life with the force that the Latners would be proud of. Now in her seventh year at Hogwarts, Jordan is determined to show that her parents were wrong. Appearance:
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Notable skills: » Exceptional at Potions, Charms, and Study of Ancient Runes. » She's also quite good with some magical creatures. » She can play the cello quite well. Patronus Charm: Black Panther Pet:
Full Name: Elizabeth Grace Fontaine Age: 16 Blood: Muggleborn Alignment: Good House: Hufflepuff Personality: Beth has unshakeable loyalty to the people she truly cares for. You can usually find her with a bright smile on her face and a caring hand to give to those who need it. Some say her optimism is childish and naive, but Beth pays them no mind. She knows they would change their minds in time. Despite growing up in riches, Beth has been taught the virtue of hard work and tolerance, so you can always count on her to help. She trusts easily despite having been manipulated so many times before. This outlook that everyone has a good side might become her downfall in the future. Bio\History: Beth was orphaned when she was just a baby. No one knows who her biological parents are, so there's a small chance that she might have a wizard's blood inside her. This has yet to be proven though so she's been recorded as a muggleborn. Beth's adoptive father was a drummer in a French band, while her adoptive mother was a music teacher for a high school. As such, Beth grew up with music guiding her in life. She lived a relatively normal muggle life until her eleventh birthday when she received a letter of admittance to Beauxbaton Academy of Magic. Her parents were surprised at this revelation, but did not shun Beth away. Instead, they urged her to enter Beauxbaton and to own her destiny, much like they had done before to get where they were then. Beth's time at Beauxbaton had been short. A group of Beauxbaton students, the menace of their fine academy, had taken advantage of Beth's kind nature and used her to steal a powerful artifact from their Headmistress. Of course they had been apprehended and they were all expelled. Still, the Headmistress knew of the trickery so she gave Beth another chance. Beth was sent to Hogwarts to start again. She was sorted into Hufflepuff and found that she fit perfectly. Beth is currently in her sixth year and a chaser for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Appearance:
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Notable skills: » Exceptional at Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures » She's also quite good at charms » She has a great singing voice and can play almost any instrument. Patronus Charm: Lion Pet:
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I'm interested in this and would love to participate. I have never played in the arena before, but I've always wanted to learn, so it's great to have something like this.
Silas frowned, unconsciously agreeing with Yolanda. Their situation wasn't ideal, and it was such a shame. Yolanda was a woman Silas knew he would never meet again - a once in a lifetime taste of heaven, and really, all they did was talk. He could only use his imagination to think about how utterly glorious it would be if he actually managed to have her in every way possible. That was impossible, of course, so he dropped the frown and settled back to his confident persona. "Let's just pretend then," he said. "Imagine walking to the bank like every other morning. And you suddenly bump into this gorgeous lad." He smirked as he pointed to himself. "Would you agree to coffee?"
There was something odd about how Abaddon reacted to her absence. Camael saw something in his eyes that she couldn't quite understand. Did he want her to accompany him? Why would he wish for such a thing when there he was, standing in the unadulterated presence of the Creator? Camael had only had that attention shined on her and only her, and she had reveled in the feeling of love and purity that encompassed her. Wait. Was it that? Was love and purity something that Abaddon couldn't take? Of course, he was a demon after all. How reckless of her not to take account his feelings in this matter. Nodding her head resolutely, she moved towards him, a reassuring smile in place. "Perhaps, an introduction?" she suggested.
Silas nodded and took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he placed a fleeting kiss on each of her knuckles. "What a lovely name," he stated as he straightened up. "The name is Silas." He smirked and he eyed Yolanda up and down. "Is it too forward if I asked you out for coffee?"
Camael's eyes widened at Abaddon's words. He could hear Him. They actually managed to do it. She was one step closer to helping this demon find salvation. Pure ecstasy washed over her like a tidal wave, taking her away from the present and into the ocean of the Creator's unconditional love. She allowed herself the joyous moment to engulf Abaddon in a hug - albeit one that lasted merely a few seconds. She stepped away again, nodding towards the heavens and thanking Him for answering her prayers. "I know if anyone can help you, it's Him," she whispered, her voice low in fear of breaking the connection the demon had made. "So please," she gestured for them to continue before making her way to the shadows in an attempt to provide them with the privacy they needed.
Camael felt Abaddon's pain - the full force of it, and it made her want to weep. In fact, a couple of lose teardrops made their way down her cheeks for the demon. But she kept their connection. Only a little bit more, she wanted to tell him. She didn't need to attempt to fully purify him - not even an angel of her caliber could do such a thing. All she needed was an opening. All she needed was that small flickering light to stay strong for a moment.

She smiled against Abaddon's lips. There it was - the opening. She broke the kiss with a lingering touch, before she stepped back. Her eyes shut close and she put her hands together - praying with all her heart for the Creator's guidance. Hearing His voice was never hard for her. The hard part about this task would be making Abaddon hear it.

But with that opening and that light - albeit small - in his soul would be enough. Should be enough.

She opened her eyes and locked her gaze with the demon. "Listen," she told him. "Listen for His voice."
Camael watched the man carefully for a moment. He was keeping something from her, and whatever it was, she wanted to know. But he was right. There were more important things at hand. They came to Abaddon's house for a reason. The demon's secrets could be pushed aside for a moment.

She nodded her acceptance and took a few steps towards Abaddon, carefully erasing any form of personal space between them. "To speak to the Creator is to open up your heart to His unlimited goodness," she said, her words a mere whisper. She placed her hand on Abaddon's chest and closed her eyes. "There is so much hatred inside you. It's near impossible for you to speak to the Creator." Her eyes fluttered open as her lips curved into a small smirk. "But that's why I'm here."

With no other warning, she broke the few inches that stood between them and pressed their lips together, giving Abaddon's soul a jump-start of pure angelic light in the only way she knew how to.
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