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female • apprentice • medium • no powers
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A slight grin upon her face, the unstable little femme stood close to the border that separated her from her, hopefully, soon to be clan. She'd heard many a thing about the military styled clan, and in hopes of finding a few bombs and friends, Tina joyfully made her way over there. There she was, just waiting, quite patiently, for someone of a higher ranking or whatever to accept her in. Of course, she was unaware of the auto-acceptance policy since she'd only lived in an actual clan for a moon or so.
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