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(a/n: this is my first story so please be easy on me also you are going to be incompetent to an extent and gender bent to le female because I like that and this is my story so deal with it >:(
Also I suck at spelling so don't mind my dumb ass)

y/n - your name
l/n - last name

Looks:

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(a/n: sorry if it looks bad I suck at drawing and colors)

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(a/n: sorry if it looks bad I suck at drawing and colors)

Gender: (before) male (after) female

Height: 144.78 cm (same size as Megumin)( fun size)

Age: 17

Race: human

Personality: nervous, awkward, pessimistic, anxious, stutters a lot, sometimes an airhead, (a bit) depressed, quiet, kind, low confidence, very self conscious.

Weapons:

an assortment of things you craft (swords, spears, katanas, etc.)

golems:

golems:

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(a/n: sorry for bad art)

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(a/n: sorry for bad art)

Powers: 

Craft: Can create anything you want instantly as long as you have the materials for it.

Enchant: Can give any equipment temporary enchantments but also uses lots of mana.

Animate: Can create golems to help us with a verity of things.

Likes: sleeping, keeping to themselves, friends, making things, arts and crafts, colorful things, fire, and helping people.

Dislikes: themselves, sometimes life.

Background:

y/n was sick for all his life being confined in the dull white walls of his hospital room with the sounds of the constant beeping machines around him finding escape in art becoming closed off from the lack of human interaction aside from the nurses and doctors checking on him and the various random people in the hospital visiting the wrong rooms.

He became self conscious and deemed himself as worthless because 'If no one visits me then that means I'm not someone worth visiting'.

One day when y/n was finally able to take a step outside for the first time it would also be his last. He pushed a little girl out of the way of a oncoming truck dying instantly.

(a/n: if you want you can you can give feedback and I will try to listen.)

(416 words)

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