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Cyan “Cyd” Toru | 21 | witch | taken | Jordan Fisher 

"I wish someone would tell me about me."

Born to a pair of parents who were too young, too into robotics, and not at all into their magic, Cyan was raised with little interaction with that part of his heritage. Both parents weren’t all that involved in their coven, instead preferring the magic of science and engineering, which Cyan eventually took an interest in, at the approval of his parents. That was okay, though,really–it didn’t matter much to him. No, never. Cyan was a boy too shy to ever put himself out there, always trailing behind his mother and father, keeping close to them and never once wondering about his abilities–or if he even had any. He was certain he’d never use them or ever even need them.

But, life has ways of proving people wrong.

It was an accident, but it happened nonetheless. At the age of twelve, his parents died, and Cyan was left in the care of his grandmother, who was all-too-eager to immerse him in coven life, regardless of the wishes of her late daughter. Cyan was thrust into a world he had nearly no knowledge of, and put into classes where he’d learn all that he’d apparently missed. His grandmother made it seem like there was no time for him to be able to mourn, and Cyan could do nothing but obey–it seemed like everyone elsein his extended family listened to her, so why wouldn’t he?

Years later, and he’s still flailing just as much as before, numb to most people though he is still trying to make friends. Growing up in Sumner, surrounded by supernaturals made him pretty accustomed to them, being one himself, but he’s never really found it within himself to reach out and find where he really belongs. Cyan has little to no friends, and his tendency to keep to himself locked away in a room hasn’t exactly made it any easier.

Upon coming to the Academy, Patryk didn’t know what to expect. She had no idea how American schools worked, let alone how American species blended schools worked. It wasn’t difficult to get used to, but certain things were inherent at any university- college, whichever. 

She did what any good student would to. Went to class on time. Asked questions when necessary. Took notes, err.. as best she could. So it went. Upon leaving one of her classes (a bit late mind you, the professor loved to ramble on) Patryk found herself at a loss on the core subject. 

She quickly grabbed the attention of a fellow student as they headed out the door. “Hey! Um- Patryk. I am.” It was a wonderful start already. ”Anyways, I was wondering if it would  be alright if we compared notes?”

With a sigh, left class, trying to make a beeline back home--no eye-contact, no pausing, no nothing. But, life had a way of making her own choices. This one came with forced social interaction. Not Cyan’s favorite thing. But, he answered with a nervous smile anyway, and cleared his throat.

“Mm? Oh, ah,” he laughed a little, feeling as if his anxiety was being displayed on a huge freakin’ jumbrotron above his head. “Sure,” Cyan said, immediately thinking: Why the hell did I say that? “I haven’t... You’re... New, right?” The girl was pretty, and it was a little nerve-wracking, and not only because he hadn’t mentally prepared for this.

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