[Zatch Bell]

Bows: Y U SO HARD TO DRAW!

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Her hair is pure black, i added some shading

[jane lane]

Name: Cyanthe.
Username: pinkiesense.
Talent: picturing things, imagining, dreaming.
Magic color: a bright but pale blue.
Story?: cyanthe lives in Manehattan, with her friend charmer. she's had a pretty basic life so far, but she dreams of adventure and travelling.
Art?: o_o nope.

[puddssoul]

Name: Lucielle Abigail Knightson
Username: puddssoul
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Lucielle is a revered ghost-whisperer in an old-fashioned community where they find comfort and safety in communicating with the dead, who give them advice and bring them luck.
Magic color: Dark gray, almost black.
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When she was born, they knew she was different. Even her mother looked at her beautifully emerald eyes and said she'd dreamed of a shadow land in her daughter's mind before she was born. The crowd gathered 'round and gazed at her in wonder as even then, her bright eyes flickered open and she began cooing and giggling at something no one else could see. Her mother beamed, prideful, her father, however, was quite frightened at the thought of his daughter actually speaking to the dead and fainted right away. He was fine, but for a rather large bump on his neck.

As Lucielle grew, she was known as the ghost girl. She'd often be late to school or late coming home, but no one ever presented a danger to her, because they saw her as both a lucky charm, and utterly terrifying. They'd come to ask her of passed relatives, lost children, dead loves. She'd pass on their messages, and loved talking to the dead. They always had something to say, always had interesting stories to tell of what had happened when they walked the earth. To others they were -- at best -- hazy, odd-looking, barely even identifiable as a pony. To her, she saw them in vibrant color, even brighter than those around her, with sparkling eyes and obvious expressions. Their voices were lyrical, musical, loud. They screamed of wisdom and memory. Some of them even gave her trinkets from the past as thanks for helping them reach through to their family: vintage jewelry, pretty old dresses. The other children looked at her oddly when she wore them, but she liked them, especially the silky hair bows.

When she grew up a bit more, she moved into a 'haunted' house on the edge of the town. How? She simply convinced the ghosts to leave her alone and play nicely and just like that, she had inherited a rather large, lofty home she often invited her friends over to. There was plenty of room for everyone, and after a while, the rest of her family moved in with her to fill up the space.
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Not now, maybe later.