<b>Re: I Hate Titles (Cash, Kitteh, and I)</b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Wandering aimlessly without a care in the world was Amelia's only specialty.  She always seemed to be lost or confused, and never really cared in the least.  The many distractions of the world were enough to take her mind off of whatever distasteful situation she may happen to get herself into.  Everything was a distraction to this girl; she was one of the most bizarre people anyone had the displeasure to meet.  There was no reasoning with her, she could never focus on one thing for too long.  It made her brain ache, which in turn caused her to become violently upset, sometimes throwing tantrums.<br/>
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It was a wonder how she made it day-to-day, just walking straight ahead.  Luckily, she now had a dear friend--her only friend--with her to help her with her travels.  Reina, at least, was self-sufficient.  The poor girl had to play a motherly role with Amelia, helping her with tasks as menial as making sure she didn't wander off too far.  Hidden below the depths of what seemed to be irreparable stupidity, lay the powers of a magician.  Should she find a way to focus long enough to harness her magical capabilities, she could have the potential to be quite strong and useful.<br/>
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For now (and maybe forever), she was just the oddball that was content having nothing, and being no one.  She had thick, dark locks that swirled around her face, framing it in a dark wreath of curls.  It seemed quite messy, but that wasn't a surpise.  Her appearance was as eccentric as her personality.  Under long black lashes, blue eyes gleamed at the sky, as though she was a simple child dreaming about the shapes in the clouds.  That wouldn't have been a big surprise either.  A little upside down moon-shaped mark lay right under her left eye; the mark of her clan.<br/>
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The busty young woman, about sixteen years old, was dressed in garb that suited her lifestyle.  She wore a simple brown bustier, simply strung up the center with white strings.  She wore a short red skirt, with dark brown tights underneath that cut off at her knees.  A red ribbon was tied around her head, strands of her dark hair falling around it at various places.<br/>
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Her boots met the stockings at the knees.  They were worn and dirty; but she liked them that way.  If they were dirty, no one would steal them!  That was perfect logic.  She couldn't travel without a good pair of boots.<br/>
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Amelia ran up to Reina's side, grasping her hand in her own.  <b>"Where are we going now, Reina?"</b>  She asked, her childlike amazement returning to her eyes.  She loved Reina so dearly.  That girl was the only person who seemed like her at all, and only found her slightly irritating.  It was a welcome relief from the usual.</span>