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Happy || Sylvan Moroi || 18 || Male || Loner || Normal Mage ||
Sylvan, or Syl as he prefers to be called, is a lone wanderer who hides insecurity and a general feeling of inadequacy behind brashness, bravado, and swagger. Maybe if he convinces everyone else that he’s actually impressive and a force to be reckoned with, he can eventually convince himself. Upon first meeting Syl one is greeted with the impression that he is entirely loud, proud, and entirely full of himself, a persona he struggles to maintain, but upon getting close to him or really challenging what he says or does, he breaks down. Realistically he’s just kind of a kid who wants to be alone for fear of no one actually liking him, true or untrue as that may be. One day he’ll grow to be proud of himself, though less boisterous about it, and realize that he can be comfortable in his own shoes without blaring it to the heavens. Despite his attempts to be cold and self-serving, he has an altruistic side that causes him to give others what little he has. In short, behind an aura of insufferable arrogance is just some scared kid who has no idea of his place in the world, but one who wants to help others with his strangely big heart.
Syl’s a bit on the shorter side of the spectrum at only 5’9”, with a small build born of having never enough to eat. Also explains his ravenous appetite, he’ll literally eat himself sick from an unconscious fear of not knowing where his next meal will come from. He’s actually pretty wiry though, with not even the barest hint of fat on his relatively lean body. His skin is pale, though almost looks dark next to his pure white hair that looks almost like snow. It’s pretty wild with no short amount of spikiness to it. His eyes are a startling blue in color and he’s got the tendency to stare with an unbridled curiosity in them. He wears a skin-tight, long-sleeved black shirt that hugs his frame closely. Over that is a gray long-sleeved collared shirt made of a soft material that hangs off of him, of which he has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He doesn’t bother buttoning it, not seeing the point. His final piece of clothing is a pair of well-worn blue jeans, faded and torn in quite a few places. He doesn’t wear any shoes, his last pair far too small. He tries to play it off as saying he likes to feel the bare earth beneath his toes, but in reality he’s just way too poor to afford a solid new pair.
Syl has not had an easy life, to put it nicely. His parents were an odd sort, the rare type of person in Fiore who despised magic for some short-sighted reason. When their son displayed an affinity for it, a monstrous type no less, he was out on the streets with only the shirt on his back in a matter of minutes. After a day of vainly trying to get his parents to take him back, he took to the streets and took low-paying jobs and slept in alleyways in order to survive, all the while working on his magic. Eventually he got to the point where he was pretty proficient, and took to stealing jobs-and their rewards-from guilds, imagining that they wouldn’t accept him. As such he’s got a few minor bounties on his head, though he’s far from aware of that fact.

|| While Syl’s gotten pretty dang good with the magic he does have, his limited repertoire still marks him as a rather novice mage. He has the potential to go quite far though, but he needs a good teacher.
Beast Soul: Dire Wolfman; Syl transforms into a large, werewolf like creature. In this form he’s got enhanced strength, speed, agility, along with sharp claws and teeth he uses to try and tear his opponents apart.
Beast Soul: Dire Snow Falcon; Syl transforms into a large, monstrous falcon with razor sharp wing feathers and talons. He can obviously fly, and his wing flaps are powerful enough to generate damaging gusts of wind.
Beast Soul: Dire Wings: Syl grows a large pair of wings he can use to fly and generate gusts of wind. || N/A || N/A


Happy || Kaz Rush || 20 || Male ||
|| Fairy Tail || Normal Mage ||
Kaz is of average height, standing at an even six foot and not a hair higher or taller. He’s got a good build to him, pretty well muscled though far from fat, but not lean and certainly not slim. His skin has a bit of a tan to it, though not terribly so. He’s got shaggy mint green hair that often hangs into his emerald colored eyes and while his hair is unruly, it isn’t all that long. All of his features are well overshadowed by the deep green geometric lines that run across his skin. From each of his toenails comes a small line that merges into a much thicker one that runs up the front of his legs and ends at his waist, matched by one on the back that starts at his ankle and one on the outer side of his legs, though the ones on the outer side don’t stop at his waist and instead at his armpits. His chest doesn’t have quite the same design, rather a small stylized line is across each of his abs with a larger one on each of his pecs. A line starts at each of his shoulders and runs down the top of his arms. There is a kanji for poison in the same dark green color on the inside of his wrists. Around his neck is a dark green line that looks almost like a collar. His back is covered by a guild mark of the same color as his lines. He doesn’t wear much, which allows everyone to see the designs across his body. He wears a simple olive drab vest that cuts off at his midriff, which is all he wears for upper body garments. He then wears a pair of faded gray cargo pants which mostly cover a pair of deep green sneakers.
Kaz is a pretty relaxed guy. Too relaxed a lot of the time, in fact. He’s been cautioned against taking time sensitive jobs due to his tendency to procrastinate until the last minute, though that is a double-edged blade as it makes him perfect for anything that requires monumental patience. It’s not that he has that, it’s more that he’s just pretty good at staying in one place for a while. At the very least, this makes him a pretty easy guy to get along with. He’s a very go-with-the-flow type, up for anything and everything even if it doesn’t particularly appeal to him, which has earned him a circle of casual, if not close, friends. A lot of times he’ll just be meandering the guild hall, looking for a good conversation or something fun to do. Not that you should get the impression he can’t be serious or that he’s exceptionally dim, as he knows when to follow through with important things and actually has a pretty good head on his shoulders. It’s just that sometimes it really can seem hard to get him motivated to use it. At least he’s pretty nice. The exception to all of his relaxed nature and general amicability is the fact that he quite enjoys teasing people, sometimes taking it too far. Displaying a bit of a lack of social grace also resulting from his tendency to take things slowly, it takes a bit for him to come around and apologize making him seem callous. On a side note, he’s got a passion for tattoos and ink, hence the markings covering his body.
Kaz’s history is a bit of a jumbled mess. He and his sister were adopted by a pair of dragons and raised by them after being abandoned. One day their first set of adoptive parents were simply no longer there, which set them wandering by themselves once more, until they met a nomadic desert tribe and were once again taken in by a set of loving adoptive parents. Eventually he grew tired of his simple life and bidding his parents and tribe a fond goodbye-though he does go home for three weeks out of the year-, he headed off to the metropolises of Fiore. Eventually wanting to put his skills to use, he joined up with the first guild that would take him and his sister. It’s proven to be a mutually beneficial relationship, as there aren’t many mages who can take on the rare job that requires his exceptional ability of waiting. He isn’t a half bad mage either.
|| Acid Dragon Slayer Magic, Concealment Magic || He has a twin sister named Isis and his Exceed partner is Stella, though he’s very close to his sister’s partner Luna as well || N/A ||


Happy || Senn Canascata || 30 || Male ||
|| Fairy Tail || Normal Mage ||
Quiet. Stoic. Mysterious. Solitary. Senn is all of these, making him a hard man to be around for any extended period of time, given that he is also perfectly comfortable in the type of silence most would find awkward. He’s somewhere between stern and matter-of-fact, often remaining stony-faced and expressionless rather than show any form of emotion. When he does, it’s usually aggravation at being bothered, followed by annoyance that someone hasn’t learned the lesson that he doesn’t want to be talked to. It’s a wonder he even joined a guild with how anti-social he is; it’s not a hard stretch to peg him as a misanthrope. When he does deign to speak it’s usually cynical and demeaning at best-he wants to make the other party feel belittled to the point that they don’t speak to him again. Oftentimes that approach works. Now, despite the way he acts, he actually doesn’t go out of his way to be difficult. He just naturally is. Catching him before he settles into his moodiness is rare, but on the occasion it does happen it turns out he’s an introspective, almost philosophical type. An interesting conversation should you choose to brave his icy personality for it.
He’s quite tall, adding to his rather foreboding nature, at 6’4” and some spare, but he’s not stocky. He’s rather toned form of slim actually, not scrawny but far from a huge guy or even a lean one. It’s easy to see him from a distance, but most pretend not to and he ignores them in return. His hair is a wild mess, deep black in color and often partially obscuring his dark gray eyes that look almost black. He’s quite perfected the stern glare of disapproval and his expression often reflects that, frightening away most would-be annoyances. He wears a pair of sienna brown pants that hug his legs closely, going over the top of black boots with a gold accent. He wears a simple black shirt with the control bars of a marionette on it, the fabric hanging loosely off his slender frame. Over that he wears a long and elaborate duster, gold in color with black trim.
Senn’s history is murky at best, though he’s never done anything bad, at least as far as anyone in Fairy Tail knows. Well, maybe, as the guild leader is the only one even remotely aware of what he’s done prior to joining the guild, though there is no shortage of rumors ranging from a semi-reformed dark wizard to a demon in human form, though for the most part these are only meant to poke fun at his expense and aren’t overly serious. As it is, his origins and intentions are murky and shrouded in mystery, and quite honestly Senn would very much prefer to keep it that way.
|| Marionette Magic, Archive || N/A || N/A ||