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Hi! I've noticed a lot of you saying that your OC or whatever is a different nationality. I do apologize for this. I wanted representation from other cultures in my book, so I chose the one which is probably the best example I could use that I know. I am partly Latina, so I just figured it would be easy to use it (sometimes I forget I'm writing a book for thousands of people haha).  Again, I am deeply sorry for any inconvenience. I realize now it wasn't the best option, and it's unfair to anyone whos OC is Russian or Indian or Japanese. I will continue the Astral race being Latinos but if you would prefer it, please feel free to change the language or anything to fit your OC better (it sounds like I'm giving you permission or smthn. I mean you can obviously do whatever). Love you all <3. Sorry again. 

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"Bienvenidos. Me van a llamar Profesor Aristotle, no acepto otros nombres, gracias," A man walked into the room and wrote his name on the big chalkboard, looking at us all with those evil eyes once he was done.

Why was I brought back to this specific memory, one that happened over three thousand years ago? I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it was because of the Roars of Dawn and their 'team'. Maybe it was because of Gowthers absurd green hair. Who knew?

Anyway, Aristotle, the creator of the team, was the teacher. He was THAT professor. The one you wouldn't dare look at. He wasn't powerful or anything. After all, his ability was just to get rid of noise (This made it impossible to talk back, or even speak during a lecture). No, he wasn't strong, he was just extremely smart. I mean, he made me what I am with his intelligence.

The old man had those beady eyes, the lightest blue that exists. You might have thought they were white, like ice. His hair was brown and curly. He had a very similar beard but it only ever went a bit further than the length of his chin. He had a very Grecian nose, and he only ever wore togas and odd robes. 

It was a big class, maybe a hundred students? I was only one in the sea of Astrals, wanting to become heroes for their race. I did get a couple of stares. I was trying hard not to get noticed. I guess it wasn't working that well. I was ensured a spot on that team, but prideful, evil me really wanted to prove that I could do it on my own.

All of us sat in a theatre-like room. Very ancient greek (a very common style there). It was an open sky, meaning above us sat billions of stars and colourful nebulas, as well as a few planets. Since this was the entirety of the Astral Realm, it was nothing new to us. A visitor, however, would have found it absolutely stunning.

I took a glance around the room. Most of them were irrelevant. I mean, even out of the people who got into the Eleven Virtues, a few should be the ones you try to memorize.

Now, out of the people in that class, there was Sienna, Mathias (Ma-ti-ass, not Ma-thigh-as), Sara, Salvador and Jerardo. 

Now keep in mind, at this point we were all... evil. So, I'm describing them as best as I can, without the cold, heartless, murdering side of them. It's only fair since I was one of them. 

Sienna had hair made of sunshine, hip length. Her eyes were emerald green, outshining any sort of jewel you put next to them. She had a slight tan, and her face always looked sunburnt. She was mad pretty, and for some reason, always wore these red high heels. She managed to sprint in them, so I guess that made her a badass. 

Mathias was quite a skinny man. He had light brown cropped hair, startling blue eyes and freckles. Very handsome. Probably one of the best swordsmen in the Astral Realm. 

Sara had shoulder-length pastel pink hair and deep brown eyes. She had very doe-like features, but she could shoot fifty arrows in ten seconds, so I wouldn't compare her to an innocent deer.