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 Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 2:17 pm
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 4:09 pm
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Year:Sexuality:Wand: ◆Bent shaft, quite bendy and made of hazel with a shinx hair at its core, 12 7/8ths inches Pet:Dream Job:
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 5:09 pm
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◆I'm a bit eccentric. I tend to be odd and say some off the wall things, but they completely make sense in my head. As such, I tend to be alone most of the time, which is fine with me. I also happen to be a bit clever, as I try to reason things through and figure out what some things are. My leaps of logic might make no sense for anyone, but they make perfect sense to me. I am generally friendly however, and don't mind talking to people. I guess it comes with the category of being eccentric, I guess. I can't exactly hate people as a result, and try to find a way to get over differences as painlessly as possible.
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◆Childhood Before School:
Well, I was born to a couple that didn't think they could ever conceive. My mother apparently has endometriosis, a condition that causes major difficulties in conceiving. After four years, I came along, and I don't think they expected to find themselves the proud parents of an albino. Not that it affected my health, just my colouration. That, and I tend to have to wear sunglasses outside a lot. Oh, and sunscreen. A lot of sunscreen.
I was generally teased a bit when I was younger due to my appearance, but that I took in stride, since I was different enough to realize it was going to happen whether I tried to stop it or not. What really caused people to think I was odd was the small things that would happen around me, like a pencil someone stole from me suddenly appearing in my hands, one kid getting smacked in the face with a basketball when he shoved me to the ground, things like that. I didn't know what was causing it, and neither did anyone else. Eventually the teasing stopped, and so too did the odd things that happened. I made friends, and we hung out all the time, riding bikes, eating ice cream, etcetera.
Then I got my letter. A letter that confirmed I was weirder than any kid my age should be. Well, it confirmed to me that I was odder than any kid my age should be, with or without my condition. My parents were worried that I would be alienated further from being normal, while I find it to be a chance to try and be myself and not fit into a mold. I mean, I already happen to be weird enough, I just now want to see how odd I can be at this point. Who knows, maybe I turn out to be just as normal as my peers at this magic school.
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◆Adulthood:
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 5:10 pm
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