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Finn Harolds

"Why you?" Lace says somewhat sounding surprised," Well, you're not like the rest of the kids from your world, I guess that izn't obvious.a  As for the other candidates no offence you had the least potential. Not saying that you dunt have any, you're just neutral in abilities. Just like me! I don't specialize in any particular magic. All aspects are enjoyable and intriguing, and since my mind isn't oriented towards any topic. I dun't focus on any specific magic.", he paused," Alright alright that's not completely true. Like our predecessors I do have an affinity for creation of spells and objects, but creating something with magic needs knowledge of all them." Finn was not at all getting what Lace, the Man in the Orange was trying to tell him. Well that wasn't true he just wasn't getting most of it.

"Lace, I don't quite get what you mean. All I got is I didn't show as much potential as the others."

"Well that's what the council says anyways, bunch of blockheads if you ask me." He said with a look of irritation," Dun't worreh yurself with what I said, you will get in time. Come with me I want to teach you one of the basics of magic." He said snapping his fingers and sending our empty plates to the kitchen and motioned for Finn to follow him.  Finn didn't question Lace although he was still unsure whether he could trust a man who pretty much abducted him. Although he took him from somewhere no future was for him, here he had a feeling that he could make something of himself. Finn followed him through a set of long halls still in the colour of orange, optical illusion, and corridors leading all over the place.  What lurked in the corridors was unknown to Finn but he had ideas of amazing secrets they held, and perhaps some lore and stories of the previous name holders of the Man in Orange.

The two turned right, and unbelievably large that seemed to span 20 feet from each wall. It was unlike the rest of the house just a plain white coloured door, the only thing that made it different was it was really big.  Lace smiled at Finn's disappointment of it being so ordinary. 

"You already seem to like the oddness of this house and miss it when you see something plain." He commented," Luckily though the door may look plain but its not. Trust me. Ruins within the dry canyon please." He said at the door. The door glowed an orange colour, and suddenly dissovled into glowing bits of orange revealing a on old stone decaying castle surrounded by steep granite walls of rock.  Finn found his feet moving outside the house to get a better view of this remarkable place. 

"Wow! Is this also part of the house?" He asked full of wonder.

"Ha ha. No this place belongs to nerone. Well atleast not for the last fiveundred years.  This castle used to be the beacon and pride of the wizarding council. In those days a band of rouge wizards decided that it would be a great joke to transport the castle here however when they did they to disappeared along with the existing council  members of that time. So many believe this castle was erased by evil forces of magic when really it was a prank gone wrong. Many don't know this little fairy tale. and most still beleive this castle is forever lost. Some wizards have found it but keep its location secret." Lace smiled," Now enough about myths lets get onto what I was going to teach you.  Magic is something that you can feel, and this castle here is so full of magic even a person who cannot wield magic should still feel it, with the tiniest bit of concentration. " He explained.

"I don't feel anything." Finn said plainly.

" You will, not to worry. Close your eyes, and push everything aside for a moment."He coached. Finn did as he was told, and closed his eyes, pushing away his wonders, his worry's, and the memories of the London. It was not easy but slowly but surely he felt as if he was being filled by something from outside of him. It was as if  he was standing under a waterfall, and he was absorbing all the water. He opened his eyes as he fell to his knees.

"Good job, do you feel it now?" He said. Finn nodded he felt weird he felt almost as if he was drowning in the magic. Lace expected this though.

"Alright , now this occasionally occurs, when you are dealing with a great amount of magic and you are over come by it.  That is when you need to learn how to use your own magic opposed to the magic around you.  To do that you need to imagine exerting your presence or consciousness outside of you if you will." He instructed. This was easier said then done, Finn was struggling with it, but as soon as he calmed himself the feeling of drowning left him, as a feeling of strength over came him.

"Good job." Lace said suddenly jumping as he looked at the time, " Oh crap we're late! Lets go!"

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Quint Carrel
Age: 12
Appearance: Thin kid for his age. Has sharp blue eyes with black rims of weariness around them. His hair is a messy black, reaching down to his eyes. His fingers are always icy cold, blistered, and smudge with black oil.
Personality: A little dreamer who knows better than to expect too much from life. Quirky, quiet, and lonesome. He prefers to listen to the ticking of the clocks and play with small clockwork trinkets he smuggles from stores. He likes to build things and often gets frustrated when they fail to meet the purpose of its creation.
[I had inspiration on this character!]
Author: LuneXian

Finn Harolds
Age:15
Appearance: Bright stunning green eyes, usually dirty, stands at five foot seven.Has small amount of muscle, has some red on the cheeks. Has a scar on his right arm and back. His hair would be blond if ever cleaned. Is always warm never cold. Calussed hands from working alot.
Personality: Is usually very charismatic. Brave, and protective of the few things and people he holds dear. If given any spare time he likes to play sports or continue to learn to read, he likes reading.
Author: chimerakiller2

Kile Dredford
Age: 17
Appearance: Tall (6' 3'') with snow white hair. Bright green eyes which can sometimes be seen even in the dark. Not football player material but still well-muscled from a harsh life of defending himself against the other street dwellers.
Personality: He is very cynical and sarcastic. He tries not to let people get too close but something inside of him still yearns for friendship and comraderie amidst the betrayal he grew up in on the streets. He wants to trust people but is unable to which explains why he has very few friends.
Author: starwarsfreak117

Jean Robinson
Age: 16
Location: London
Appearance: Short but lean, Light brown flowing hair, Smoky light green eyes, Olive skin that appears darker and filthy because of the dirt on it
Personality: Always cold to everyone and speaks in a harsh tone, very cunning and deceptive though in actuality she can be kind if she pleases. As a former member of high-ranking aristocracy she keeps her pride in tact and clearly shows it, but she left because she wanted more of a "challenge" and she felt that something was missing. She is strong-willed and very independent. (Secretly she likes to draw and sketch).
Author: llmay

Isabella "Isa" Perazzo
Age: 14
Location: Venice
Appearance: Long auburn hair hanging down her back, with waves visible whenever she gets a chance to wash and brush the messy tangle. She has a pale face with somewhat aristocratic features, and a pair of piercing blue eyes. Isa is a slip of a thing, so thin and willowy that people usually mistaken her for a younger child.
Personality: She is a light-footed child with a special ability to make herself invisible whenever she needs to be (not literally, but hiding-wise). Isa does not trust easily, something that came from being hurt too many times before. She is very protective of her younger brother Xavier (8), the only family she has left in the world. Isa's secret joy is dancing and admiring pretty things.
Author: HeyJude

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