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Name: Warato -Unknown-
Age: 18
Rank: B
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Weight: 138
Scent: The smell that warns you of a snow fall
Tattoo Placement: Center of his back, in between where his wings would be
Personality: Huge Flirt... but sometimes prefers to be alone.
Exceed: Kib
Magic:
Sky Dragon Slayer Magic: The magic Wendy use's
Aera: Basically, Happy
Bio:
Warato's earliest memory is something that he doesn't wish upon anyone. It must have been just after his dragon guardian left him, he was wondering helplessly in a large city, when some large men surrounded him. They started asking him questions and shoving him around. He tried to get away but they chased him. He tried to find help. His raspy voice shouted out for help between gasps for air. He shouted long and hard until his voice started to betray him and his lungs started to burn. Finally he tripped ending up on the cold unforgiving group as the men started to close in on him. Tears rolled down his face, he could still remember how afraid he was at that very moment, one of them bent over and grabbed him by his hair. The mans lips moved but nothing seemed to be coming out, no... it must have been that sound had decided to stop for nothing reached his ears...
Finally after being tossed to the side of an ally Warato stood up and used his magic however the men he attacked were not wizards and his magic went right through them. Cutting them in half right in front of his eyes. He could still remember the warmth, the dreadful warmth, how wide his eyes managed to get, how his chest started to hurt... and slowly everything went away. He was no longer their, just an empty shell...
After traveling for a few days trying to run from the sounds of his antagonists dieing words he found himself laying in the gutter, the pain was over whelming. His stomach hurt, but it wasn't real, or at least at that time he convinced himself that it wasn't. But a man found him, this one with a friendly smile. His lips started to try and form words of warning but he blacked out.
Crush: Well, do I really have to list them all?
Name: Warato -Unknown-
Age: 18
Rank: B
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Weight: 138
Scent: The smell that warns you of a snow fall
Tattoo Placement: Center of his back, in between where his wings would be
Personality: Huge Flirt... but sometimes prefers to be alone.
Exceed: Kib
Magic:
Sky Dragon Slayer Magic: The magic Wendy use's
Aera: Basically, Happy
Bio:
Warato's earliest memory is something that he doesn't wish upon anyone. It must have been just after his dragon guardian left him, he was wondering helplessly in a large city, when some large men surrounded him. They started asking him questions and shoving him around. He tried to get away but they chased him. He tried to find help. His raspy voice shouted out for help between gasps for air. He shouted long and hard until his voice started to betray him and his lungs started to burn. Finally he tripped ending up on the cold unforgiving group as the men started to close in on him. Tears rolled down his face, he could still remember how afraid he was at that very moment, one of them bent over and grabbed him by his hair. The mans lips moved but nothing seemed to be coming out, no... it must have been that sound had decided to stop for nothing reached his ears...
Finally after being tossed to the side of an ally Warato stood up and used his magic however the men he attacked were not wizards and his magic went right through them. Cutting them in half right in front of his eyes. He could still remember the warmth, the dreadful warmth, how wide his eyes managed to get, how his chest started to hurt... and slowly everything went away. He was no longer their, just an empty shell...
After traveling for a few days trying to run from the sounds of his antagonists dieing words he found himself laying in the gutter, the pain was over whelming. His stomach hurt, but it wasn't real, or at least at that time he convinced himself that it wasn't. But a man found him, this one with a friendly smile. His lips started to try and form words of warning but he blacked out.
Crush: Well, do I really have to list them all?
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