Veneficus School of Magic
Magic is wonderful. The way it courses through your veins, along-side your blood, the way it sends a web of euphoria through to your nerve endings. The pure power crackles through your body, waiting to erupt from you in any way you feel you need to. It bursts from your fingertips, and into an otherwise useless stick, creating a deadly weapon.
Everyone gains this power at the age of sixteen. They don't know it, but as soon as they turn of age, the power is unlocked and exploded around their body. And when trained correctly, the power is as useful a weapon as a fist.
I'm Tyson Black. And I am a warlock.
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Tyson BlackAge - 16
Looks - Average length jet black hair, pale face, bright blue eyes. Irish. Average build. Wears normal clothes (I.E.: Hoodie, skinny jeans, supras/converse etc)
Specialty - Ice and Water
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Veneficus School of Magic, which
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"Basically Harry Potter. Join if you wanna, create a character bio, and start!"
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