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(I borrowed this from an old rp that died ages ago lol)

Magic has become a reoccurring thing in cities all around the world. However, most do not have abilities and shun magic users into impoverished slums. The story would be about two different children: the child of a high ranking magic hating official who secretly has powers, and the other having grown up in the slum their entire life.
When their worlds collide, what will become of the two?

RULES

• General rules do apply
• Cursing to a minimum but is totally allowed
• Before y'all ask: LGBT+ is allowed
• I'd prefer if we kept one liners to a minimum and if you are experienced in decent description with responses.
• If you want it can be a romance? Idk

(I'd prefer to have my character be the one raised in the slum, but whatever works.)

TEMPLATE:
Name:
Age:
Gender/Sexuality:
Appearance:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Backstory:
Magic Specialty:

(Hello!)

(Alrighty :D)

(Gonna post my character)
Name: Lata Aylen
Age: 14
Gender/Sexuality: Female/Bisexual
Appearance: Short light brown hair with a single braided streak, dark brown eyes, light tan, fairly skinny, has a small scar on her right cheek. She's about 5'2 in height.
Likes: Music, people who are kind and caring, warm blankets
Dislikes: The society, people talking down to her, people with large egos, violence, lies
Hobbies: Not many, spends most of her time making sure she can even fend for herself.
Backstory: Both parents are dead, so she's an orphan to sum it up quickly
Magic Specialty: Illusions

(Um odd)

(okay)

(ooo I like her!)

(Sure, just a sec)

Lata dashed around the slum in search of anything that would be to her benefit. Whether it was clothes, food, even a blanket it really didn't matter. Supplies were limited.
The young girl frowned as she heard a loud rumble come from her stomach. When was the last time she had even eaten? It was hard to tell anymore.
Turning the corner, she saw the incoming crowd moving toward the area where most of the supplies were delivered in from the outside city. Huffing, Lata pushed her way through, no matter how many tried to force her back. Making it to the front, she managed to snag a loaf of bread. Before anyone could try and rip the food from her arms, she made a run for it towards the outer sections. That portion of the blighted area was close to where non-magic civilians lived in their much larger portion of the town. Sitting down to dig into her prize, she ignored the few disgusted stares she got from the occasional passerby.

(Sorry that my first response is so long! I just wanna set things up well)

(It's ok!)

Looking up, she noticed another girl seeming to want to share her portion of food. Squinting her eyes, she quickly surveyed what the other was carrying. It was a rare thing to get anything fresh, and upon seeing that every single item was indeed just that, Lata snatched an apple quickly out of the armful. The younger girl took a moment to savor the juicy produce before swallowing.
Before taking another bite, she took another look at the girl before her. She seemed a bit too clean to have been living here. Perhaps she just got put in here recently? No… there was something about her. Perhaps her hair color? Putting the thought aside for a moment, Lata decided to thank the older girl.

Even for a young girl living in such a run down area, she was still able to read due to her parents teaching her before they passed on. Nearly finished with the apple, Lata took the notes with a confused look on her face. Could she not speak? Nibbling on her lower lip for a moment, she hoped there would be some way for them to communicate once the paper had run out on the other's notepad.

Shaking her head, Lata refused not to share. It was odd, but if the new girl was going to survive in this place, she was going to have to eat whenever they had the chance.
"Since you're new, let me say this: However you got all this? Doesn't matter right now. The important thing is that you eat whatever you can now. Food is scarce as more and more are sent here," Lata began to explain. Taking a slice of cheese next, she began to nibble on it before speaking again.
"As for the second thing, that's really up to you."

This confused Lata quite a bit. In the back of her mind, she made a plan to ration the food between the two if needed. Taking the now tied up kerchief, her eyes widened. Was it some sort of fancy silk or something? She could probably trade it for extra rations in the future. Giving the other girl a smile, Lata stood and held out a hand.
"I'm Lata by the way."

Lata nodded. It certainly was a unique name. Fancy almost. Thank goodness she had shortened it to Ni though. Lata probably would have mispronounced it otherwise.
After helping Ni up, she began to walk towards where she currently called home. Well as good of a home as a poor girl can have. After just a few steps, Lata turned, making sure Ni was following.

Turning quickly after hearing the sharp gasp, she noticed the blood coming from Ni's foot. Biting her lip, Lata thought for a moment. It wasn't much farther, and she probably had some cloth scraps to wrap around the injury.
"Will you be alright for just a bit longer?" the young girl questioned.

Staring at her foot for a moment, Lata eventually turned and continued guiding Ni. After a few moments, the two found themselves at the bottom floor of an older building. They wouldn't be waltzing right through the front doors however. Hoisting herself up with ease, Lata climbed through the window. She then turned back around to be able to assist the older girl, should she need it.