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Meir Amos Maggid
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► Gender - Male
► Sexuality - Hetero
► Nicknames - Magi
► Occupation - Professor at MIT, Linguistic Specialist
► Qualifications - National Spelling Bee Champion in 2007
Valedictorian at Ritman High
Valedictorian at MIT 
Graduate PhD in Linguistics 
Specialization in Ancient & Dead Languages
► Residence - Boston, Massaschusetts
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► Scars - Meir has quite the collection of scars covering his body, he considers them battle scars after surviving multiple thrashings by his bullies in school. 
► Tattoos - Meir only has one tattoo which is the date of when his Grandparents were liberated from Auschwitz and reunited. 13th of Sh'vat, 5705 is written in on his right arm. 
► Piercings - None
► Style - Since most of his day is spent on campus or researching, Meir is usually dressed in a combination of business formal, casual, and professional. On his personal time off you can catch him wearing plain shirts, Henley's, and sweaters paired with jeans and sneakers or boots. His hair only has two modes, buzz-cut and grown out but combed to the side.
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► Valedictorian at Ritman High
National Honor Society admission
Local, state, and national scholarships
Gifted and talented program acceptance
Voted Most likely to win a Nobel Prize
Perfect Attendance
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► Surprisingly, Meir wants to back pack all across the world. His journey would start at the northern most point of the North Americas and would travel south, taking a boat across the sea to southern Africa. Working his way up and going west before turning east. Experiencing cultures only known to those that are history and linguistic majors and being able to speak with them fluently. His personal peak would be waking up in a hut in a small civilization finally able to rest and watch the sun rise on a grateful universe. 
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life at ritman high
Riman High was far from kind to Meir, in, well everyway imaginable. Every bully needed a target and what better person than the nerdy Jewish kid that had just moved into town. If you couldn’t have guessed by now that particular kid was Meir. Whether it was his stick like figure, his generic cliched thick rimmed glasses, or his bordering obsession with books and languages it was his name that made him stick out. Most kid had simple names like Chris or John, but his parents found it necessary to paint a target on his back by naming him Meir Amos Maggid, yuck. Because of this he was branded as a nerd, a geek, and a total loser really. The years were kinder to him as they went on, the upper classmen graduated never to be seen again, thus leaving Meir at the helm of his own fate. His reputation and the vicious rumors that surrounded him since freshman year began to die down until they were nothing but echoes of the past. Like most nerds he found solace in his professors and hanging in the back of class, particularly like a wallflower.  

With no contact from females of any group besides a snide laugh or a pointed finger, he was never concerned with the realm of women. Instead, he focused on the realm of academics. I guess you could say he was an overachiever, which also made him a target. Assignments were always handed on time, tests never wavered under a perfect score of a 100%, and each paper had every prim and proper citation one could possibly achieve. Now reading and obtaining media regarding dead and foreign languages wasn’t cheap. That’s when Meir made the most of his brain and began to attend SAT’s for kids at other schools for the right price and writing term papers at a marked-up price. What he lacked in brawn he surely made up in brain. He never got caught and eventually graduated as Ritman High’s Valedictorian, with accolades to boot. Despite the hardships he faced, there were plenty of other students in attendance that took the heat away from him and allowed him to prosper once the daily swirly’s and noogies were out of the way. 
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Everyone is familiar with how the Dinosaurs were wiped out. In case you didn’t know, it was a giant meteor from outer space. Now what they didn’t tell you is that it wasn’t just some ordinary meteor that wiped them out, but something much more powerful. Over the next several millennia the first civilization of men unearthed the remnants of this prolific meteor. What they found inside the meteor was something else something greater, within the meteor were shards of celestial energy that remained alive all these centuries. This abundance of energy stored inside was treated as a gift from the gods and worshiped as so. During ceremonial rituals the best suited candidate to represent the village would be chose to consume a small shard of this radiant energy. Once bonded with the host the shard granted powerful magic and a surplus of new knowledge and ideas. Civilizations prospered and thrived under the leadership of these powered individuals, much faster than what normal homo sapiens could achieve in the same timeline. 

However, this amount of power was uncontrollable back in the day and for all their success there was a harvest. Unable to master the power in their vessel the crystal would corrupt and overpower the user, wiping out entire civilizations seemingly overnight, forever branded as ‘lost’.  Many historians theorize that civilizations such as the Maya, Indus, Anasazi, Cahokia etc. were lost, but they were just the dregs of once great civilizations. This didn’t mean the crystal was lost however, instead the crystal would trap the bonded soul inside which was intended for use from the new owner. Thus, in turn creating a link to past crystal owners and serving as an encyclopedia on information such as language, architecture, and innovation. And so, the shard was passed from civilization to civilization across the ages until one day it was marked too powerful for use. Instead of implanting it into a person the elders locked it away, planting the crystal within the front of a book. The pages had no writing or invisible ink, there were no photographs or illustrations, just simply a crystal in the front of an otherwise normal book. 

The powers granted by the shard granted the user a tether to the celestial plane allowing for the access to magic. With the shard serving as a connection to past lives, the user is able to incant and recite the words necessary for these spells. This takes shape into what Meir calls as Constellation Magic which he can then use to mimic spatial anomalies into magical powers. His powers and past lives also grant him to preordained abilities learned from past magicians. These include illusion casting (limited) and telekinesis while the rest are still being learned.
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► In a world ruled by science and logic, magic is only reserved for people who perform party tricks or those desperate enough to busk on the street. Having an otherworldly power and magic that is beyond explanation allows for potent weapons against those in opposition. Magic is rather versatile and can be choreographed with several other spells at once. Not only that, but dependent on the amount of magic used and incantation length directly effects the strength of the spell being used. It’s almost limitless to say as magic requires a constant learning for the exploration of new possibilities. 
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► Despite being quite powerful so early on with magic and the possibilities being so endless, Meir is still a newly anointed magician. While he has access to telekinesis, illusion casting, and his own magic, he is restricted to only being able to use one at a time. Meir is also very weak in hand-to-hand combat and his best defense works from a good distance. Despite having mana flowing throw his veins he can overuse his powers easily, thus forcing him to be smart on use and conservation of magical energy.  
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psyche
As long as Meir could remember he’s always been an introvert. It’s not that he didn’t want to socialize or didn’t know how, but much rather the anxiety he would get any time he tried to get it out. Now this could be due to his bullying in school or just how he was generally raised. All he did was stay inside and focus on reading. His first experience with the love of languages and dialect came from when he had to read the Torah and learn Hebrew in order to celebrate his Bar Mitzvah. 

There’s a difference between being lonely and being alone and the latter was where Meir resided. What he couldn’t get from the outside world he found in his father’s library. Now this didn’t mean he disliked people, but just the opposite. Meir is a true idealist. always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. He is the kind of person you can relentlessly vent to and have no fear of being judged. 

On the Meyer’s Briggs scale he falls under INFP otherwise the mediator and falling under the sign of Scorpio in terms of astrology. Meir has embodied characteristics from both archetypes. As far as star signs go, he is quite the jealous person, secretive, distrusting and is prone to engage in violence (now more so than in ritman). Yet he is also passionate, assertive, and also determined, this guides his research as he will scour all of his resources and tool at his disposal to find the truth or the answer he’s looking for. 

Leaving Ritman High was like hitting the reset button his life, he was able to start over away from everyone who’s ever known him. This took form in many ways, one specifically being his attention to his body. Rather than be the scrawny kid from High school, Meir decided to devote his time to learning about fitness and creating a regime for him to follow. By the time he graduated from college he was a beefier and hunkier piece of man, which boosted his confidence and social standing. Despite his family being large on religion, Meir decided to become a reformed Jew and leave most of his religious customs behind and going so far as getting a tattoo which is otherwise forbidden in Judaic religion. His growth and personality have only gained him a net bonus. Meir is now able to confidently talk in front of a class room of students and flirt with women while also being able to withdraw from the outside and find cathartic release in just being alone. 
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^{___________________________________________} _{Meir Amos Maggid ^{_______________________________________________} 25 \| 09/11 \| ♏︎} _{___________________________________________} _{▼ p e r s o n a l d e t a i l s} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔} ^{► Gender - Male ► Sexuality - Hetero ► Nicknames - Magi ► Occupation - Professor at MIT, Linguistic Specialist ► Qualifications - National Spelling Bee Champion in 2007 Valedictorian at Ritman High Valedictorian at MIT Graduate PhD in Linguistics Specialization in Ancient & Dead Languages ► Residence - Boston, Massaschusetts} _{▼ p h y s i c a l i t y} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔} ^{► Scars - Meir has quite the collection of scars covering his body, he considers them battle scars after surviving multiple thrashings by his bullies in school. ► Tattoos - Meir only has one tattoo which is the date of when his Grandparents were liberated from Auschwitz and reunited. 13th of Sh'vat, 5705 is written in on his right arm. ► Piercings - None ► Style - Since most of his day is spent on campus or researching, Meir is usually dressed in a combination of business formal, casual, and professional. On his personal time off you can catch him wearing plain shirts, Henley's, and sweaters paired with jeans and sneakers or boots. His hair only has two modes, buzz-cut and grown out but combed to the side.} - _{▼ a c h i e v e m e n t s} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔} ^{► Valedictorian at Ritman High National Honor Society admission Local, state, and national scholarships Gifted and talented program acceptance Voted Most likely to win a Nobel Prize Perfect Attendance} _{▼ a s p i r a t i o n s} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔} ^{► Surprisingly, Meir wants to back pack all across the world. His journey would start at the northern most point of the North Americas and would travel south, taking a boat across the sea to southern Africa. Working his way up and going west before turning east. Experiencing cultures only known to those that are history and linguistic majors and being able to speak with them fluently. His personal peak would be waking up in a hut in a small civilization finally able to rest and watch the sun rise on a grateful universe.} -	^{life at ritman high} Riman High was far from kind to Meir, in, well everyway imaginable. Every bully needed a target and what better person than the nerdy Jewish kid that had just moved into town. If you couldn’t have guessed by now that particular kid was Meir. Whether it was his stick like figure, his generic cliched thick rimmed glasses, or his bordering obsession with books and languages it was his name that made him stick out. Most kid had simple names like Chris or John, but his parents found it necessary to paint a target on his back by naming him Meir Amos Maggid, yuck. Because of this he was branded as a nerd, a geek, and a total loser really. The years were kinder to him as they went on, the upper classmen graduated never to be seen again, thus leaving Meir at the helm of his own fate. His reputation and the vicious rumors that surrounded him since freshman year began to die down until they were nothing but echoes of the past. Like most nerds he found solace in his professors and hanging in the back of class, particularly like a wallflower. With no contact from females of any group besides a snide laugh or a pointed finger, he was never concerned with the realm of women. Instead, he focused on the realm of academics. I guess you could say he was an overachiever, which also made him a target. Assignments were always handed on time, tests never wavered under a perfect score of a 100%, and each paper had every prim and proper citation one could possibly achieve. Now reading and obtaining media regarding dead and foreign languages wasn’t cheap. That’s when Meir made the most of his brain and began to attend SAT’s for kids at other schools for the right price and writing term papers at a marked-up price. What he lacked in brawn he surely made up in brain. He never got caught and eventually graduated as Ritman High’s Valedictorian, with accolades to boot. Despite the hardships he faced, there were plenty of other students in attendance that took the heat away from him and allowed him to prosper once the daily swirly’s and noogies were out of the way. ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}


▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ^power Everyone is familiar with how the Dinosaurs were wiped out. In case you didn’t know, it was a giant meteor from outer space. Now what they didn’t tell you is that it wasn’t just some ordinary meteor that wiped them out, but something much more powerful. Over the next several millennia the first civilization of men unearthed the remnants of this prolific meteor. What they found inside the meteor was something else something greater, within the meteor were shards of celestial energy that remained alive all these centuries. This abundance of energy stored inside was treated as a gift from the gods and worshiped as so. During ceremonial rituals the best suited candidate to represent the village would be chose to consume a small shard of this radiant energy. Once bonded with the host the shard granted powerful magic and a surplus of new knowledge and ideas. Civilizations prospered and thrived under the leadership of these powered individuals, much faster than what normal homo sapiens could achieve in the same timeline. However, this amount of power was uncontrollable back in the day and for all their success there was a harvest. Unable to master the power in their vessel the crystal would corrupt and overpower the user, wiping out entire civilizations seemingly overnight, forever branded as ‘lost’. Many historians theorize that civilizations such as the Maya, Indus, Anasazi, Cahokia etc. were lost, but they were just the dregs of once great civilizations. This didn’t mean the crystal was lost however, instead the crystal would trap the bonded soul inside which was intended for use from the new owner. Thus, in turn creating a link to past crystal owners and serving as an encyclopedia on information such as language, architecture, and innovation. And so, the shard was passed from civilization to civilization across the ages until one day it was marked too powerful for use. Instead of implanting it into a person the elders locked it away, planting the crystal within the front of a book. The pages had no writing or invisible ink, there were no photographs or illustrations, just simply a crystal in the front of an otherwise normal book. The powers granted by the shard granted the user a tether to the celestial plane allowing for the access to magic. With the shard serving as a connection to past lives, the user is able to incant and recite the words necessary for these spells. This takes shape into what Meir calls as Constellation Magic which he can then use to mimic spatial anomalies into magical powers. His powers and past lives also grant him to preordained abilities learned from past magicians. These include illusion casting (limited) and telekinesis while the rest are still being learned.	▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ _{▼ s t r e n g t h s} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔} ^{► In a world ruled by science and logic, magic is only reserved for people who perform party tricks or those desperate enough to busk on the street. Having an otherworldly power and magic that is beyond explanation allows for potent weapons against those in opposition. Magic is rather versatile and can be choreographed with several other spells at once. Not only that, but dependent on the amount of magic used and incantation length directly effects the strength of the spell being used. It’s almost limitless to say as magic requires a constant learning for the exploration of new possibilities.} _{▼ w e a k n e s s e s} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔} ^{► Despite being quite powerful so early on with magic and the possibilities being so endless, Meir is still a newly anointed magician. While he has access to telekinesis, illusion casting, and his own magic, he is restricted to only being able to use one at a time. Meir is also very weak in hand-to-hand combat and his best defense works from a good distance. Despite having mana flowing throw his veins he can overuse his powers easily, thus forcing him to be smart on use and conservation of magical energy.} -


^psyche As long as Meir could remember he’s always been an introvert. It’s not that he didn’t want to socialize or didn’t know how, but much rather the anxiety he would get any time he tried to get it out. Now this could be due to his bullying in school or just how he was generally raised. All he did was stay inside and focus on reading. His first experience with the love of languages and dialect came from when he had to read the Torah and learn Hebrew in order to celebrate his Bar Mitzvah. There’s a difference between being lonely and being alone and the latter was where Meir resided. What he couldn’t get from the outside world he found in his father’s library. Now this didn’t mean he disliked people, but just the opposite. Meir is a true idealist. always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. He is the kind of person you can relentlessly vent to and have no fear of being judged. On the Meyer’s Briggs scale he falls under INFP otherwise the mediator and falling under the sign of Scorpio in terms of astrology. Meir has embodied characteristics from both archetypes. As far as star signs go, he is quite the jealous person, secretive, distrusting and is prone to engage in violence (now more so than in ritman). Yet he is also passionate, assertive, and also determined, this guides his research as he will scour all of his resources and tool at his disposal to find the truth or the answer he’s looking for. Leaving Ritman High was like hitting the reset button his life, he was able to start over away from everyone who’s ever known him. This took form in many ways, one specifically being his attention to his body. Rather than be the scrawny kid from High school, Meir decided to devote his time to learning about fitness and creating a regime for him to follow. By the time he graduated from college he was a beefier and hunkier piece of man, which boosted his confidence and social standing. Despite his family being large on religion, Meir decided to become a reformed Jew and leave most of his religious customs behind and going so far as getting a tattoo which is otherwise forbidden in Judaic religion. His growth and personality have only gained him a net bonus. Meir is now able to confidently talk in front of a class room of students and flirt with women while also being able to withdraw from the outside and find cathartic release in just being alone. ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}

Ximena never really had any intentions of sleeping with Salem, truth be told she already knew she would have to do all the work while he sat there like a starfish and she wasn’t into playing mistress. She wasn’t even two words into their conversation behind closed doors when the cowardly lion finally grew a spin and stormed off in defiance. It was almost too comical for Ximena not to laugh, and so she did, letting out her suckling sweet laughter that could only be described as the wails of a charming succubus. Knowing the boy probably ran out to get some air and Marisol would follow suite, left her with room to breathe. No battles or knock out this time around but knowing that spirited chihuahua she would be back for her revenge. Taking her time to regain her composure and touch up on her make out and outfit left her with perfect timing. Headed for the door she pulled on the doorknob letting the light leak in through the small crack. Suddenly she stopped her pull when she heard the rambling of two voices, voices she knew. Her eyes jumped to the crack peering out in front, once in focus she saw none other than Kellie and Max. 

”Wait hadn’t the two broken up so why?” the sudden revelation washed over and created a smile so sinister it could only have been matched by the Grinch. ”Oh poor little bird, Shawna is going to be devastated” Ximena thought. While the two were in the thralls of each other’s grip and gaze they failed to notice the eye watching from across the hall. With the door closed behind them, Ximena slithered out from behind the door like the snake she was. Tip toeing to the door she pressed her ear against the door gently, listening to the muffled conversation not meant to be heard. 

 “Are you sure this is what you want?”  

It was silent and then an explosion of sound. Lips smacking together, and clothes being tossed only meant one thing, Ximena was sort of a connoisseur in that area. The bouncing of the springs in the bed and the playful giggles lined with more smooches only confirmed what she already knew. Jack pot. With this she could inject her venomous bite into another unsuspecting lover. With a feeling of radiance about her Ximena made her way to the stairs in order to bring Shawna the bad news. That was her plan at least, until she saw Kavi and April at the bottom of the stairs. Satan really must have been working harder than god tonight or perhaps she was just in the right place at the right time. She quickly stopped her walk and crouched down so the railing would somewhat block her from view, not that they were paying any lick of attention. 

The wicked witch of the west heard every single juicy detail to the last drop. If she didn’t have enough on Santiago this would be more than enough to put the cherry on top. Yet it didn’t stop there, the sudden assault on Kavi’s lips by April was perfect. Ximena managed to get her phone out in time and snag a picture while Kavi contemplated the morality of kissing a very taken girl. Following their lead back to the party, she casually made her way down the stairs and took her victory lap back to the main atrium. The victory that tasted so sweet had turned sour in learning the revelation of Aprils pregnancy with Santiago being the father. ”Hijueputa! Yessi is going to be crushed. I must find her or Reli-- she thought before her eyes met a direct path to Shawna keeping guard of a very lonely table of alcohol. “Well I guess this could wait just a little bit longer” her patented devious smile resurfacing before the scene faded to black.

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