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    / hello! my name's aeromancy, or aero for short. I've been on the site since April of 2013, so almost two years. I currently roleplay four characters; Abeni, Mangle, Fourfears, and Levana. I love things like video games (especially FNAF and TLOU), and some animes (wolf children and black butler are the only ones I've watched). I love meeting new people so PM me if you'd like to get to know me or just chat <3


    "Hi, uh, I'm Levana Chancellor for those who don't know." The young female shrugged. "I'm twelve months old, and I was born between a pet and a loner. I was raised with my Dad, who was a pet, but I left to join ShadowClan about three weeks ago. My boyfriend is Clyde. I like meeting others, so yeah, you can approach me if you want." The Lynx point stated a bit awkwardly.
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    Levana, if it hadn't been obvious, was now extremely concerned for her boyfriend. It was the first time she'd seen him actually awake and well since his attempted suicide. She approached a bit hesitantly, staring at the animatronic with flattened ears, though she did not look angry, almost asking are you okay? did I do something wrong? through her icy blue gaze.
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    / runs to squishing pile


    Levana just thinks that he's an uncivilized and rude dick with anger issues that needs to get his shit in order and learn before he gets himself exiled


    but I love him just because y'know angry characters provide a bit of comical relief for me
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    "I'm Levana Chancellor," The blue-eyed female introduced with a nod in greeting. "Were you born here in ShadowClan?" Levy decided to ask.
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    Levana shuffled her paws a bit anxiously. "Not too bad. I don't really know. I'm just... angry and sad and tired and fine all at the same time. I feel like there's something wrong with me." She began, flattening her striped ears to her head.
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    "I just... you scared me to death. And I just want to know; why'd you do it? What was going through your head?" Levana questioned, hear ears still flattened as she faced him. She watched him glare at Merle, only lashing her tail at them as if to tell them to knock it off.
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    Levana scrambled into class, seating herself near the front and setting her books down on the desk. She wore an oversized gray hoodie and skinny jeans, her blonde hair loose over her shoulders. A pair of turquoise and sea foam green headphones hung around her neck, the wire leading into her pocket. She had only recently arriveed and was one of the newer girls in her grade; she was a sophomore, to be exact.


    She'd gotten expelled from her old school after beating the hell out of somebody and breaking not only most of their bones, but even giving them a bit of head trauma. It didn't seem like she'd be the person to do that, being cheerful and smart most of the time. But these bullies, she was done with them, and she warned them, but she didn't stop herself.


    Levana quietly turned on her music abc began to read from one of her books as she waited for class to begin.
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    "Levana Chancellor?" The teacher continued. "Present." The young girl said, her headphones still blasting. "Take those out." The teacher ordered, which she quietly did. She paused the music and slid the headlines around her neck.
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    "Congrats! You'll do awesome!" Levana happily purred. She wasn't too bugged that she didn't land the position; Paintpaw deserved it way more. She couldn't help but notice the slightly sad look on Tumblr's face. "Hey, maybe you could teach me a few herb lessons?" The young girl suggested.
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    "Oh no..." Levana stuttered, staring down at her boyfriend. Comas were bad; somebody could slip into death without anyone noticing. It scared the young cat to think of your entire body being shut down, but not dead. "Is there anything else we can do?" She questioned Commonwealth.
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    Levana was not fond of alcohol. Not in the least. Once her owner had spilled a but and she had tasted some, and to her it was foul and soon gave her a headache. "Should you be drinking that much of that?" The young girl inquired with a flick of her striped tail.
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    Levana only responded with a nod, rushing off into the trees. She ran through bushes, climbed a few trees, and returned a few minutes later with cobwebs wrapped up her legs and hanging from her teeth. "I got as many as I could carry." She said, dropping them in front of the medic apprentice and pulling them off her legs.
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    "How could someone be so cruel? How dare they do that to me? I want to make them pay." The Chancellor began to rant, digging her claws into the ground. Her expression then softened, her claws retracting. "But at the same time, I feel like I was the problem. I should've ran and told somebody. Not let them beat me like a worthless idiot."
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