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The children of Saint Absol

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Michelas training was to go overboard with her powers, being able to melt any kind of metal in seconds. She had a hard time keeping her powers up for more than a minute, 20 seconds if she were to boost up the temperature of her fire. She let out a sigh after she reached her limits, her hands letting out smoke. The metal that she was suppose to melt didn’t even have a small dent, she apparently had to reach over 2000 degre Celsius to be able to melt it. Michela turn her head towards the people who were monitoring her in another room, they shake their head as a sign that she didn’t even reach over 1500. She dumped her hands in a bucket to cool them off before taking a towel to dry them “This is ridiculous....” she grumbles, she looks at the palm of her hand, her hands had lost its sensitivity to feel when touching something with how much she burned them.

The children of Saint Absol

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Name: Michela Malveina

Nickname: N/A

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Hair: Blond

Eye colour: Light grey

Skin: Peach

Height: 159cm

Body type: Slender

Ability: Pyrokinesis; Fire manipulation. Can let out fire at high degres to the extend of it turning blue but also has consequences of burning herself if excessive use.

Personality: Sora is harsh and cold on the surface, masking a kinder person that she displays to closer friends. Her respect for authority and rules makes her a bit of a pushover, but she’s quick to recognize the problems when they’re present.
While innocent and chaste to romance, Sora is affectionate and committed once involved. Ultimately, she shies away from conflicts or dramatics. She aspires to have a calm life and avoid trouble altogether. Tends to be envious, sorrowful, and bitter at his worst, but creative, sanguine, and valiant at best.

Background: Sora has no memories whatsoever of how or when she entered the organisation, she just seem like she lived there her whole live which was proven wrong after she listen to some slips ups by some people. She had tried to find out who she was and where she came from only for it to be futile. Her powers seem to has always been a part of her when she came in the organisation, no idea to how of whom she got them from, she had stopped asking herself question seeing that it only gave her empty leads

Amour: She sometimes has gloves to protect her hands from her excessive use of her powers but always get ruins in the end

Into The Swamp :Dark Fantasy/Supernatural/Sandbox

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Aithlin looked down at his hands seeing them being touched by the small elephant creature, he petted his head before looking up “I see, what a nice gesture” he says with a smal smile “I’m gonna visit my siblings...Figured dropping by wouldn’t hurt since I’m back onto the mainland” he tells his purpose as he fiddled with his hands a bit nervous, it’s been a few months since he hasn’t seen them...he missed so many of their birthdays he can’t miss another year, they’ll probably be mad at him but he’s sure to prepare a great gift for when he arrives

Into The Swamp :Dark Fantasy/Supernatural/Sandbox

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Aithlin nodded as a thanks for the soup, he looked at Aranellla “Feel well enough to eat?” He asks as he held out a bowl towards her if she can muster up to sit up. He looked at Clea “Have you got any leads so far about those riders?” He asks out of curiosity

He picked up a bowl for himself and taking a taste test before placing the bowl on his lap

Into The Swamp :Dark Fantasy/Supernatural/Sandbox

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Aithlin followed her keeping a dust between them as they walked, he looked around the homelike cave and gently placed Ara on one of the hammocks. His brow twitched at the question “We have meet yesterday, your assumptions about us being a couple is wrong” He says as he gone to sit down pulling down his hood revealing his high elf ears “So then...what about this finding the person who burned my village?”