Did anyone really belong here? Did they even belong on this earth? Well Eran knew HE belonged here. A talent show was nothing too hard and if it was worth his future at Four Winds, then he would be sure to give everyone a full show.

Eran got some space, making sure not catch anyone inside his magic's field. He took in a deep breath and began to calm himself, silencing all background noise and distractions that may come to him. He closed his eye thinking hard about things that angered him. This was the easiest way to summon his apparition. In just a few seconds his fists began to tighten, slightly shaking as his anger began to consume his thoughts. Then it all came to a stop. A tear drop began to form and then slowly sliding down his cheek. Some others gave him odd looks, and he knew it. Further angering him.

The single tear made it down to his chin. Finally it dropped down, making a small drip noise as it hit the floor. No one could hear it due to the loud crashing noise that came after. Eran's hair jumped up and his eyes glew with red fire, his open mouth began to spit a hot flame that started to loop a few feet around his body forming some protective shield. Dust began to kick up and surround him. He quickly flung his hands open causing the surrounding winds to pick up harder. Now a large red translucent Spine with a ribcage surrounded Eran. A skeletal arm had just materialized from the left side of the formation. Eran raised it up high as if too squash what ever laid in front of him, but luckily the appendage and body began to flicker away. Eran now was on his knees, sweat dripping all down his face. In just a few seconds of hitting the ground his manifested skeleton faded slowly away.

Eran's messy hair covered his eyes, but his mouth could be seen. His smile could be seen by all.
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That should be good enough...[/color]