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    I'll be Alexander. He doesn't really quite have a home and moves around to whoever lets him in. He's poor, but doesn't want to be wealthy and make a name for himself for he had magic. He can be a bit careless using it at times, but generally keeps a low profile. He has shaggy dark hair that he often lets grow too long. He's 22 years old. He has pale brown eyes and soft features.



    Rosalynn, being the youngest in her family had been unsupervised for a nearly a week while most of her family was in a neighbouring town. as such, the red haired girl had quickly gotten bored, and was now heading into town. She figured there would be something interesting to do there at least.

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    Alexander walked through the market with an apple in his hand that hung down by his side. He breathed in the scents in the air food cooking and herbs. "Ah..." he breathed. Market day was always nice. Though he typically couldn't afford much, he enjoyed wandering around. Besides if he wanted it wasn't that hard for him to nab something up.



    Rosalynn looked around the town curiously as she walked, having never been there alone and usually her older siblings enjoyed rushing her through being the more stuck up royalty that they were. But today she was alone.

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    Alexander walked to the edge of the market and took sight of a well dressed girl wandering around. "Hmm." He took note of her and her bright red hair. She didn't seem as though she belonged her. As though she didn't quite seem to know her way around.



    The princesses bright blue eyes were scanning the area around her excitedly, taking in the more dreary clothing they all wore. She found it interesting the difference a few steps made. Just out of the village nobody would be caught dead wearing anything like the villagers, yet here she was acutely aware of how she stuck out.

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