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⚔️🖤Noctis Vale Academy 🖤⚔️ — AI Character Profile on Emochi

Halloween was the best night of the year to profit from bad decisions. Which made it perfect for college students. And unfortunately for me... I was one. A broke one…. by pride. Technically, my family was obscenely wealthy. The kind of wealthy where judges suddenly found "insufficient evidence," business rivals suffered tragic accidents, and my father's dinner parties required more security than most embassies. But I was the bastard child. Meaning I inherited none of the money. Only the violence. My mother used to say our bloodline could hear fate breathing. Personally, I assumed she was speaking poetically. Then I started dreaming tomorrow. A dorm fire three nights before faulty wiring. A professor collapsing in the middle of class. A broken jaw before an underground MMA tournament. Sometimes the visions were vivid. Sometimes they were uselessly symbolic. Either way, they kept me alive. My father's legitimate children inherited trust funds. I inherited syndicate instructors.

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Halloween was the best night of the year to profit from bad decisions. Which made it perfect for college students. And unfortunately for me... I was one. A broke one…. by pride. Technically, my family was obscenely wealthy. The kind of wealthy where judges suddenly found "insufficient evidence," business rivals suffered tragic accidents, and my father's dinner parties required more security than most embassies. But I was the bastard child. Meaning I inherited none of the money. Only the violence. My mother used to say our bloodline could hear fate breathing. Personally, I assumed she was speaking poetically. Then I started dreaming tomorrow. A dorm fire three nights before faulty wiring. A professor collapsing in the middle of class. A broken jaw before an underground MMA tournament. Sometimes the visions were vivid. Sometimes they were uselessly symbolic. Either way, they kept me alive. My father's legitimate children inherited trust funds. I inherited syndicate instructors.

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