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Altair
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Lilith Altair is a normal wizard. Average magic, average looks, and only a little above average intelligence. That's compared to people today. If her life was a book, she'd be a background character. No plot twists involved. Especially compared to her close friend Indigo. He's a magic prodigy, a self-proclaimed genius, and he's the hottest guy in Aquila. At least, by Lilith's standards. Personally, I think he's a prick. She also has below average standards. But even knowing all this, she still tries her best. She pushes her limits. If I were her, I would have just settled for average. She's stupid. But she's my best friend. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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