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What Are You Listening To?

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Tamera sat silently in the futuristic-looking helicopter, the engine humming lightly and the blades chopping through the air as they flew. She hadn't spoken a word since she'd left her house that morning. Even as she looked around at the others, she didn't dare say a word. It wasn't like anyone was speaking, though. She could tell that some of them were nervous, some confused, and some maybe even excited. Tamera, however, was still numb; she didn't feel anything. After all, she was only in it for the money. From the looks of the Ad, she knew that she would be paid to attend the school. Hell, she didn't even believe that magic was real, but she knew that money was, and that was all that mattered. Tamera worked day and night as an English teacher, helping adults and, sometimes, their children learn the new language; the majority of the students she taught were immigrants from Spain and Mexico.

She was paid a fair amount of money for the work she did, but it just wasn't enough. She'd attended college, of course, but was now drowning in debt. Also, living in a musty old apartment, struggling to pay the bills, and having to send money to her mother every month all while killing pests every day was definitely starting to take its toll on her. She needed more money. Finally, snapping out of her trance, Tamera grew aware of someone speaking; it was a woman. Whatever she was saying was barely audible, but Tamera strained to listen.

"Magic is real. Magic is real. Gonna be a wizard. Magic is real. Wingardium Leviosa, Hocus Pocus. Magic is real."

Folding her arms across her chest, Tamera let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. The girl was clearly crazy. Wingardium Leviosa? Girl, this ain't Harry Potter. Get it together. Of course, she didn't say this aloud. Even when the girl said some crazy shit about a "weird sex island battle royal." She tuned everything out once again, until a man in an expensive looking suit entered the picture. Another couple of agents began passing around papers, which asked for signatures. Reading over it, Tamera saw that it included being paid while in the program, what benefits they had access to, the risk of injury and death, and notification of what can get someone kicked out of the program which included murder, too much damage to Maniacles property, and GPA falling too low. Tamera was a smart girl, so she knew that she wouldn't have any issues with her GPA. She wasn't a murderer, either. The only thing that really caught her eye was the risk of injury and death.

Death? Tamera thought for a few moments before shrugging her shoulders and signing the paper. Pretty soon, the helicopter was landing, and it was time for them to explore the city. "Welcome to Malficus City," the man in the suit, now known as Matt, said, "found on Malficus Island. Somewhere West of Northern California. The academy is at the other end of the city. Hope you're all in the mood for some sight seeing."

Tamera's eyes widened as she looked around, her jaw dropping momentarily. They'd landed on the roof of a large, tall building; she could see everything from up there. Having grown up in New York, Tamera was used to living in the city, but not a city like this one. As they continued their journey, she saw things that she'd never thought possible. There were people everywhere, some wearing witch or wizard hats, some lighting their cigarettes with flames on the tip of their fingers. They even passed two men who were throwing punches at each other, moving faster than light. It was impossible for a normal human being to move at these speeds. Tamera only paused and watched them for a minute before moving on. As Matt led them on campus, Tamera rubbed her hands together, her palms sweaty. She was a bit nervous, but of course, didn't let it show. Pretty soon, they were entering a building, and making their way towards a lady at a desk.

A schedule was passed to her, and Tamera frowned as she looked it over. Everything on the schedule was tolerable, everything except for having to be there by eight o'clock in the morning. She just silently stared at the paper, listening to some of the others complain. Hey, this is what you signed up for, she thought. She folded the paper into a neat square as Matt led them to the dorms, telling them that they'd be separated by gender.

"Alright, so this is where I will leave you guys. If you have any questions you can go back to the front desk. Most of what you need to know is on that sheet I gave you. I need to get back to my office." With that, Matt walked off, leaving them to do their own thing. Tamera, not at all tired, headed to the room anyways, room 123, putting her things away and plopping down on one of the beds and laying on her back. "What now?" she spoke to an empty room.

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_{"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."}

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Name: Tamera R. Carson
Aliases: Tam, Tammy
Age: Twenty.
Personality: Tamera is more of a "keep to yourself, don't speak unless spoken to" kind of girl. Though far from timid, she prefers to sit back and observe others rather than be observed. Tam tends to be a bit rude and "too honest," not intentionally, yet she never apologizes for whatever words come out of her mouth. She is a very bright and intelligent young woman. She likes to think that she is fearless, but often doubts herself and is afraid to make costly mistakes.
Skills:

• Highly skilled hand-to-hand combatant
• Multilingualism - English, Spanish, and French. She teaches English to adults for a living.
• Flexibility

Other: She has a glock 40 on her at all times, though she is better at hand-to-hand combat than shooting.

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Working on a post right now.

The Wedding.

@Legion02 Ah! I, see.

The Wedding.

Sorry sorry sorry! My mistake. Pls remove this if possible!

@Legion02

Can't delete it.

Why do you want to, by the way? Were you not going to post your CS in the character tab?

Maple Leaf University

Alana

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_{"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." - Albert Einstein}

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Personal Information

Name:
Alana J. Carter

Nickname:
LaLa, Lana

Birth Date:
March 16th

Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

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When She Looks into the Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Alana is a brown skinned girl of average height, standing at five feet and six inches tall. Her naturally black hair, recently died a honey blonde color, when straightened, falls to her shoulders after its recent cut. Her eyes were hazel, and without doubt the most captivating aspect of her appearance, reflecting a look of wisdom far beyond her age that could not help but draw people in. Almost every day, Alana "beats" her face, enhancing her beauty in any and every way she can. Alana weighs about 150 lbs, and has a curvy figure. She has a helix piercing, a conch piercing, a tragus piercing, and a lobe piercing in her left ear. She has three lobe piercings on her right ear as well as tragus and daith piercings. She has a septum piercing as well. Alana has several tattoos, though she plans on getting more tattoos eventually.

Clothing Style:
Alana's style of dress can be summarized as "Urban Fashion." Urban Fashion is edgy and reflects lifestyle, attitudes and individuality. She has a new hairstyle every couple of weeks. Because she's never really had much money, a lot of her clothes were given to her from friends and her brother. She also goes to thrift shops to find clothes that she can make her own, and you could never tell that they were hand me downs. She has a few things in her wardrobe that costed a bit of money, from when her brother decided to spoil her or she had some extra money. Her wardrobe mainly consists of skinny & boyfriend jeans, denim shorts, graphic T's, leather and bomber jackets, Vans, Jordan's, and a dirty pair of white air-force ones. She always accessorizes with rings, chokers, and extra large hoop earrings. You'd typically see her in a pair of ripped skinny jeans with a plain T-shirt and a pair of matching sneakers.

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Who is Alana?

Quirks/Oddities/Habits

• Usually dances or plays basketball to blow off steam.
• Gets physically angry when people mispronounce a certain word (e.g Illinois, precedent as president, especially as expecially).
• Writes with left hand, but does everything else right-handed.
• Has several hidden body piercings or tattoos that regular clothing conceal.
• Has a distinct New York accent/Uses slang

Likes:

• Basketball
• Reggae music, old school hip-hop & rap
• Writing stories and poetry
• Smoking weed
• Dancing
• Spicy foods
• Staying up all night, and sleeping all day

Dislikes:

• Country Music/Heavy Metal
• Being publicly embarrassed
• Hot Drinks "I like my coffee iced."
• Having to wake up early
• Text Talk. "I mean, for real? 'ROFL?' What? Are you dead ass rolling on the floor laughing? Well, please stay down there a sec while I KICK YA ASS."
• Gossip

Fears:

• Getting attached to someone
• Cancer
• Police Officers

Personality:

♦ Quiet ♦ Competitive ♦ Trustworthy ♦ Confrontational ♦

Having grown up with a large number of male friends and an older brother, Alana is considered to be a "Tomboy." When going to the park, for instance, she'd rather get sticky and sweaty by playing a game of basketball or jogging around than sit and "tan" with her girlfriends. She's prefers to keep to herself and stay quiet, but when in a confident mood can be very charismatic and outgoing. It is very easy for someone like Alana to make friends, and it's hard for someone to ever really dislike her. She's competitive, on and off the court, but will never come off as arrogant. Once you get to know her, you see that she is a very humble, caring, intelligent, and trustworthy individual. She has a past, along with a few quirks, as does every other human being, but makes up for them by being an overall fun and generally happy person to be around. More often than not, however, she would rather spend time to herself, writing, reading, and listening to reggae.

Background:
Alana was born into the Carter family in Brooklyn, NY. Although her family was poor, her single mother tried her hardest to give Alana and her older brother a normal life. Their father had left the family before Alana was born, when her brother was five years old. ("He cheated on my moms with some skinny ass white broad and moved to Cali. Good riddance.") She'd receive letters and postcards from him every year for her birthday, but left them in a box under her bed, unopened. Although never having the "pleasure" of meeting her father, Alana knew how much of a deadbeat he was based on everything she'd learned from her mother and brother, Terrance.

Ever since she was a little girl, Alana has been an avid basketball fan. Every chance she got, she would play and attend basketball games with her guy-friends, slowly but surely starting to fall in love with the game. At the age of eight, she'd finally convinced her mother to let her play on a team, and the rest was history. Alana grew up to be the star player on her high school team, playing the position of point guard. Everyone, including her coach, expected great things of her; they all just knew that one day she'd make it to the WNBA. Her mother, however, was pushing her to go to college. She didn't see any future for Alana as a ball player, instead wishing for her to become a doctor or lawyer. She constantly pushed her to do her best in school, and practically forced her to join many clubs and school organizations. She'd even signed her up for dance classes, which she actually grew to enjoy.

The world she knew came crashing down on June 16th, 2006. It was the last day of school, therefore they'd been let out of class early. Alana rode the subway home, as normal, arriving shortly before her brother. It was unusually quiet when she entered the house; her mother should have been getting ready to leave for work. Upon entering her mother's room, Alana saw that she was still laying in bed. She tried to shake her awake; if she wasn't awake within a few minutes, she'd be late for work. Alana shook as hard as she could, but her mother didn't move an inch. It was in that moment Alana realized that her mother was not breathing. Later on in her life she came to find out that her mother had stage 4 pancreatic cancer. Pancreatic cancer is often diagnosed at a late stage because it tends not to show symptoms early on, and because of this, the cancer was incurable.

After her mother's death, Alana and Terrance moved to West Virginia to live with their grandparents. Alana was able to join the high school basketball team and work her way up again, which resulted in her earning a scholarship to MLU. Wanting to somewhat obey her mother's wishes, she decided to major in psychology.

Extra:
She can hold her liquor, but isn't much of a drinker.

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School Information

Major:
Psychology

Classes
Monday - Wednesday - Friday

• Statistics
• Social Psychology
• Sociology
• English Lit 101

Maple Leaf University

I'll have my CS up this afternoon.

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_{"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."}

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Name: Tamera R. Carson
Aliases: Tam, Tammy
Age: Twenty.
Personality: Tamera is more of a "keep to yourself, don't speak unless spoken to" kind of girl. Though far from timid, she prefers to sit back and observe others rather than be observed. Tam tends to be a bit rude and "too honest," not intentionally, yet she never apologizes for whatever words come out of her mouth. She is a very bright and intelligent young woman. She likes to think that she is fearless, but often doubts herself and is afraid to make costly mistakes.
Skills:

• Highly skilled hand-to-hand combatant
• Multilingualism - English, Spanish, and French. She teaches English to adults for a living.
• Flexibility

Other: She has a glock 40 on her at all times, though she is better at hand-to-hand combat than shooting.

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