<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><b><u>GM To Oliver Gore</u></b></span><br/>The latex clad witch raised a bit of a 'oh, is that the way it's going to be' eyebrow as she examined you for a second before answering<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Well... I come from the renowned Parkinson blood line of wizards and witches. Every single wizard and witch in my ancestry has always been sorted into Satyrin. My father is the President of the Ilberic Institute which specializes in researching demons and other dangerous creatures. My mother is the vice President of the same institute. They've sent me here to learn everything there is to know about natural magic. Once I've mastered the art, which should not take me that long, I'll most probably get a really high ranking position at the institute."</span>Of course, the latex clad witch would not divulge the fact that the Ilberic Institute is really up to no good, involved in tons of really shady dealings, some even with demons.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Now, I showed you mine, you have to show me yours...."</span>she said with a devilish smile.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="36798" data-username="@THErolplayer" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/36798/">@THErolplayer</a>