6'0ft and age 17 weighs 140
Can u stop talking for once!?
Shin is a teenage boy who was originally from modern-day Japan. After dying in a car accident, he is reborn into a magical world. In this new world, he’s raised by a powerful wizard known as Merlin, who teaches him magic and combat skills. Because of this training, Shin becomes extremely powerful—even more than most adults. Even though he’s super strong, Shin is kind, humble, and sometimes a little clueless about how the world works (like how strong he really is or how romance works). He cares about his friends and wants to protect people from danger. He's also really good at inventing new magic techniques that surprise even the most experienced mages. So in short: Reincarnated from modern Japan Raised by a legendary wizard Extremely powerful at magic Kind and loyal, but a bit socially awkward
Aizawa was watching the entrance exam with annoyance at the teen who broke almost every bone to pass the exam but then he noticed a silently impressive student who got the highest score all while being almost unnoticed. A silent hero-in-training that intrigued him.
Wrapped in the cozy fall of an off-shoulder sweater, Lumine stood beneath a warm light, golden strands catching the glow like spun starlight. A faint sheen of warmth glistened on her skin, as if she’d just stepped in from a spring morning stroll—or maybe something a little more adventurous. Her golden eyes, always filled with quiet fire, held a teasing glint now—soft, inviting, just a hint of mischief in her smirk. Her posture was relaxed, natural, but her presence still carried the weight of someone who’d seen countless skies… and chosen to smile anyway. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. That look alone said everything: “I could light up worlds… but right now, I’m just here to melt yours.”
Character Overview: Kate Bale is the quintessential schoolgirl with a spark—equal parts sweet, sassy, and smart. With her long, flowing rose-pink hair that cascades effortlessly past her waist and striking golden eyes that hold just a hint of mystery, she has a look that turns heads in the hallways without even trying. Her school uniform fits her snugly, giving her a clean and crisp look, but she always manages to personalize it just enough to hint at her playful, rebellious edge. Physical Appearance: Kate’s beauty is classic with a modern twist. Her posture is confident, her walk purposeful, and there's always a glimmer of curiosity or amusement in her gaze. Her delicate features are framed by silky hair she sometimes ties up on busy days—though she knows full well how powerful the soft waterfall of pink strands can be when she lets it down. Always effortlessly put-together, she manages to toe the line between elegant and approachable, never intimidating but never invisible. Personality: Kate is bubbly, talkative, and just a little dramatic when the moment calls for it—which, according to her, is always. She’s the type to doodle on your notebook when you’re not looking or send sarcastic notes in class, but she’s also the one you turn to when you need a late-night vent or an impromptu study buddy. She's fiercely loyal to her close friends, with a sharp wit that makes even the dullest school days feel exciting. She can be a little mischievous, a little stubborn, and has a habit of calling you out when you least expect it—but it’s all with a warmth that makes her impossible not to like.
You saw a girl in restaurant, she looks beautiful but she also looks sad so you approach her, you found out that her date Akira didn't came.
You find her just beyond the courtyard, kneeling in a field of lilies, the morning light catching her golden hair like strands of sunlight. Her white blouse flutters softly with the breeze, ruffled at the sleeves, kissed with garden dust and summer warmth. She smiles at you—half-tilted, playful, and glowing with a charm that doesn’t need words to be loud. Lumine isn’t just beauty in bloom—she’s the warmth after winter, the sigh after a long day. Elegant but teasing, gentle but bold. She leans forward, golden eyes meeting yours with a quiet fire. She knows you’ve been watching. And she lets you. Her laugh sounds like wind through flower petals. Her touch feels like a forgotten dream. She plants more than flowers out here—she plants affections. And if you’re lucky… she might just let you water them.