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I was considering making Lhoren Illuminaire but she's 17 and a second year so she'd definitely wait for 3rd or 4th year
@Ti

That's not really an offensive strategy. If she's against somebody throwing magic around, she'll get tired before they do. But yeah, she will absolutely read her opponent's attacks before they even start.
If there was a tournament I genuinely don't know what Lhoren's offensive options would be against anyone lol
@vietmyke

Lhoren gives solid hugs. Very soft and warm, and she squeezes but isn't a very strong person so you're not getting bear-hugged either.
@LuckyBlackCat

I could see Sylvia and Lhoren being close. Both second years in House of Ivar. Both late bloomers when it came to manifesting gifts so they're both *old* for second years.

I could see Sylvia trying to prank Lhoren but because she was thinking about the prank, Lhoren susses her out and goes "Hey, you weren't trying to prank me with this, right? You wouldn't do that, would you?"


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Lhoren Faith Ashdale

This sweet-natured second year from the House of Ivar is always well-intentioned and is cheerful to all, but she must get a reign on her telepathy, lest she finds herself a witness to questionable thoughts not meant for her to hear.


@Mirandae I can't stop looking at this hoodie. It is such a cool concept
@Mirandae Ooh, can I get upscales of 9 and 12 please?
@Mirandae If you need an eyes-open pic to make some of these for Lhoren, here you go lol

Two weeks ago

Natalie stared at the handwritten letter demanding rent. She just got fired today. She'd never been courteous around rude customers but one of them hd kicked up enough of a stink that she finally got axed this time. She stretched, and groaned, turned back to her laptop, and continued brownsing through the seven tabs she had open. Looking for other job openings. Other apartments. Any personal connection she had left. Any bridge that wasn't burned yet. She wasn't going to let having nothing left stop her or get her down. If it came down to it, she could sell her bike for scrap and get an extra week of food, shelter and internet.

Just then, a dialogue box opened up on her screen, and text began to appear. Somebody had just hacked into her laptop. Natalie sword and sat upright, suddenly paying very close attention as she read the message.

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That night, she was driving down the highway on her bike, a single backpack on her back carrying everything she owned. She had traded in all the clothes and possessions she couldn't carry which amounted to just enough cash for fuel and dinner and no more. What she was doing was a gamble. It might even possibly be a trap. But why would anyone send that message unless it was legitimate? Somebody calling themselves Oracle, possibly even THE Oracle, has offered her food and board in exchange for her using her powers to fight crime? Natalie had never given much thought to fighting crime. Like most people, she considered that the work of Heroes, and did not consider herself a hero. She had enough to deal with. But she would be lying if she said she wasn't excited at the prospect. It also meant that instead of needing to hide her powers, she could actually flex them.

Present Day

Natalie had always known, since hearing of his dissapearence before she even arrived here and no word since, that Gemini was dead. But hearing confirmation made it real. She was silent for a long time, staring at the monitor long after Bolt had left the room. Suddenly she picked up her empty soda can and threw it as hard as she could at the screen. It bounced off and fell to the floor with a clatter that cut through the tense silence.

"Is she really going to tell us that and leave it? No explaination? Are we not owed an explaination?! Somebody just fucking DIED! This is so fucked!" she suddenly screamed out, before getting up and storming off to her own room, though not before everyone who remained could hear her start to sob just before she was out of sight.

In her own room, she crawled onto her bed, boots still on, and drew her knees up to her chest. She hugged her legs to herself, curling into a ball. The few seconds of sobbing she'd choked back on the way here were all she had. Now she felt too numb to cry. What the hell was she even doing here? She didn't belong in gotham. She wasn't a vigilante. She wasn't hero material the way the Bat family were heroes. Was she only recruited because of a power she didn't know how to really use yet? Would she ever figure out how it works, or why she has it?
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