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- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
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- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Straight 16 1/2 Inch Rigid Blackthorn Wand with Fwooper Feather Core
- Age
- 31
Much to his surprise, Flavio had actually managed to put a Halloween costume together that year. He had chosen to make a vampire costume with one of his old shirts and a pair of jeans covered in fake blood that he paired with red contacts, dark make up under his eyes and fake fangs that dripped fake blood down his chin. It was basic and nothing special for Halloween, but it was a costume. It at least looked like it belonged in a Halloween feast and made sure he didn't stick out from the crowd like he would be if he were wearing normal clothes, which was the most he could say for all his attendances at the previous years' Halloween feasts combined. He felt like he both deserved and should be at the feast that night and it was all the convincing he needed to walk into the great hall uncaring if his costume wasn't as original as some of the others he had seen.
As he looked around he failed to recognize any of his friends, but figured it was because if they were there and in costumes they weren't supposed to be recognizable. He assumed he would cross paths with someone he knew sooner or later, and decided to quickly make his way to where the refreshments were so he could get a drink. He then retreated to leaning against one of the nearby walls with a glass of punch in hand, watching the festivities from afar as he planned his next move. The hall was packed with activities and he did not know where to start.
As he looked around he failed to recognize any of his friends, but figured it was because if they were there and in costumes they weren't supposed to be recognizable. He assumed he would cross paths with someone he knew sooner or later, and decided to quickly make his way to where the refreshments were so he could get a drink. He then retreated to leaning against one of the nearby walls with a glass of punch in hand, watching the festivities from afar as he planned his next move. The hall was packed with activities and he did not know where to start.