You see, everyone at The Sunveil School for the Magically Gifted is wearing the same prep-school uniform, and basically everyone in the Varsity Arcane Threats team looks picture-perfect, just like the Sailor's of Luna (the big leagues, if you're in the top 5% of the class you get a scholarship). Color coordinated, motif-matched, incredible displays of youthfulness, skill, charisma, and of course a cute bow or three.
And then there's the Valedictorian, Amy.
Amy is what you'd call a Punk. She gets in trouble constantly for black nails, black eyeliner, and Luna-forbid the Principle cannot tolerate her black leather choker. Her transformation is unlike any other, blood so dark it seemingly dims the light around her, the screech of distortion guitars, the slam of a double kickdrum, the guttural howl that bellows from her soul (which has, in fact, been sampled and used in a song by motherfucking Cannibal Corpse), and of course the kick-ass Scythe. Dreads. Chains. Pants so baggy that they could hide both of the goddamn Columbine Kids and their arsenal.
All of her spells are blood magic, and she's got a drinking problem to boot. If she wasn't the only one who could close The Breaches, she'd have been put away for life in some miserable "rebranding" program. She hates pink, despises glitter, and has the panache of a garbage truck with its reversing-gear siren wailing. She hates talking. She hates parties. She tears it the fuck up at the Mosh Pit, and you better hope to god you're not assigned to the same Monster of the Week, because she'll solo the damn thing before you can even finish your transformation sequence. Half of the Villains on the rotating roster are deathly afraid of her, so all that is left to stand in her way is the real scary shit. The kind of shit Luna herself can barely handle, and she's been doing this for 20 years!
Oh and before you get any ideas, no sweetie I don't think you want her number. Wipe that stupid grin off your face and go back to whatever boring normal highschool you're from if you think you can play at her level.
W-wait what-! H-HEY COME BACK, YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT MONSTER IS LIKE!
You've already started on your way over to say hi. Finally someone fucking normal.
ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME FRESHIE!?
