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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 11:43 pm
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![User Image](https://i642.photobucket.com/albums/uu148/blackat13hades/Vocaloid/3p54.jpg) Username: Zelly-fangirl Name: Schwartz Bio: The problem with prodigies is that they need to be handled very, very carefully. Schwartz is one of the many such child geniuses whose guardians failed to do so. His father was something of a researcher in the field of magic and his mother was little more than a timid housewife and a slave to her husband's whims. Living in a remote location for his father's work, far from any town for the safety of any peasantry, Schwartz never had any friends to play with, and so he'd often spend time in his father's library reading and studying. With such dedication (willing or otherwise) he soon showed that he had a gift and his father was absolutely delighted. From that point on, his father became almost obsessed with seeing the limits of his son's power and mastery, constantly pushing him to go above and beyond. For an isolated child, Schwartz took this to mean he was special and had to follow the expectations of his father to be the most powerful warlock around, and that whatever he did was alright so long as he pushed the limits of his power. Once again, his mother, lacking the ability to say no to the men in her life, only helped to encourage the young lad. Schwartz had ultimately wiped his home and his parents off the face off the earth at the age of fourteen. He was barely past puberty and had all the magical knowledge and power and ego of tyrant. Perfect pickings for an evil mastermind to recruit and groom further.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 12:08 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 12:33 am
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The enemy of your enemy is your friend, or so they say. If that were the case, Schwartz must be a damn good friend, for Charity certainly wouldn't want him as an enemy. As much as she can't stand the arrogant cad, when it comes to his trade, he knows damn well what he's doing. He could fling those fireballs like no other, although she would never admit so out loud. If someone pissed him off, they simply didn't survive long enough to brag about it. The madwoman was convinced that he would want nothing to do with her, even despite the big man's orders, but would he take it out on her? Or would he use it as fuel for the fire against the boss later on? Now, the latter would be quite a sight - and if he could get his ego in check - she might actually peg Schwartz as the more dangerous of the two. Charity huffed out a heavy sigh, soon trying to shake such thoughts from her head. She was nervous enough about this unfortunate situation as it is. She didn't need to make things worse by thinking about his ruthlessness - which would only lead to her thinking about how likely it was that she would be a victim of it.
As of now, she was leaning on a wall near the exit of the master's lair, waiting for her partner before they must depart. Her red hood hung heavily over her face, showing little more than the lower half of her face and what curly black hair grew beyond it in length. She wore a loose, white frock and simple red slippers, her clothes simple but clearly made by skilled hands. She could have passed as someone of upper middle class, were they living in normal society, perhaps the daughter of a wealthy hunter - or maybe even an impoverished noble. But no, she was just the mastermind's pet madwoman, forced to accompany some arrogant fop and - quite probably - know a fate worse than death somewhere along the way.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 12:44 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 1:06 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:34 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:10 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:39 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:45 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 1:01 am
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And thus the demon insults the narrative, but what does he expect? He is a player, a pawn in the scheme of things - not an author who weaves his tale or a god writing his subjects' fates. He has no say, and neither does she now that she thinks of it. The waif let out a soft sigh, now depressed by the futility of it all. "If the demon must know, she bought her place through blood, sweat, and tears. Persistence is her virtue, her saving grace. No matter how long it takes her, no matter how much it hurts her, she finishes her duty. The waif does not ask for glory, recognition, or praise - nor does she expect it." Further information was unnecessary, not to mention that it wasn't her's to give.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 9:48 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:06 am
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"Certainly harder than the spoiled child whose saving grace is his cosmic temper tantrums." Charity remarked, rolling her eyes as she continued on - despite the risks, now feeling she's rather walk ahead so that she didn't have to endure the sight of him. "As the tale goes, a certain someone has been mishandling the master's coin. From what is told, the duo's goals are twofold - kill the thieving traitor and put an end to his associates' operations. However, it must be emphasized that the master's stock - and the factory itself - is to remain mostly unharmed." In other words, even if she couldn't fight, the madwoman did not trust Schwartz not to botch things by going batshit with his magic. Charity could not help but hope the punishment would be rescinded if they did well. She tried to speak articulately, for her partner's benefit, but she was not used to speaking with others so much. She could rattle on if she needed, and she was no stranger to overplaying her mental issues in order to make ends meet, but her throat was starting to hurt a bit.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:44 am
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