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Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a vampire.
No two ways about it.
Specifically, she was a dhampyr, a half-breed form of vampire who retained their powers and lacked their weaknesses, making her very, very dangerous.
Still, however, she tried to fit in as normal, using the small amount of magic she knew to place an illusion enchantment on a pair of simple dotted earrings to hide her fangs and paler skin whilst out and about in the world.
She absolutely loathed the act of drinking blood, but her maman insisted, telling her that, while she could eat regular food, blood would be the only thing to actually nourish her.
She had no idea where her maman got all the bags of the stuff, but she learned long ago not to question anything her maman did.
Sabine Cheng was also a vampire.
Specifically, she was a moroaică, a breed of vampire with supposed elemental powers, though Marinette had been repeatedly assured that Sabine did not, and that was a myth. Sabine taught Marinette everything she needed to know about being a vampire, while her father, Tom Dupain, taught her everything she needed to know about being human.
Tom Dupain was a human being.
Long ago, he had met a vampire woman and despite her species, had fallen in love. And, although many around the world insisted it wasn't possible, the two eventually bore a child, a beautiful daughter who did not burn in the light and did not scream when placed next to garlic.
Truly miraculous.
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Adrien Agreste was a werewolf.
A beta, born into the role from a mother whom he never knew, who ran on the first full moon after she saw her child shift, heard his bones crack, saw his eyes turn golden.
His father did not know.
How? He couldn't say. It seemed obvious that something as big as this would come to his attention somehow, but then again, he had always been cold towards his son.
Refining the transformation process had taken a lot of time and effort, but soon, Adrien could shift from human to wolf form with ease, using a small enchanted ring from his mother to control his instincts on nights where the wolf was strong. It hurt a bit every time, but Adrien was used to pain.
Using his father's ignorance to his advantage, Adrien often snuck out of his house, using the wolf to squeeze through small spaces or slip by in the shadows.
The one thing in the world Adrien Agreste valued more than any jewel was freedom.
Freedom to run and howl, freedom to pant and sing and laugh in the breeze, freedom to forget about any photoshoots or thoughts of parents who were never really there.
When he was free, Adrien smiled.
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Alya Césaire was a witch.
A Hereditary Tech Witch, if one wishes to be precise.
Born of an Eclectic Cottage Witch of a mother, and a Solitary City Witch as a father, Alya's magickal know-how was large and varied, and mainly channeled through her phone.
As a Tech Witch, Alya was adept at channeling magick into code and circuitry. You could give her a spellbook, and she'd have the whole thing copied down with its effects on to a cell phone in five hours, maximum. She had many apps on her phone for simple forms of witchcraft, and multiple specialty apps which reflected whatever she was interested in at the time.
Even though Alya's parents typically strayed away from technology in favor of more traditional forms of spellcasting, they supported Alya fully, and bought her the shiniest forms of technology they could afford, allowing her knowledge of magick and silicone to grow.
However, Alya wasn't the only person in the house with an interest in magick.
With three sisters and two witch parents in the house, magic ebbed and flowed through Alya's building like none other. Fires constantly had to be put out, they had a 'Rampant Magickal Experiment Protocol', and her parents were constantly being bombarded with questions and demands.
However, even with her chaotic life, Alya was happy.
After all, who wouldn't want magick in their lives?
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Nino Lahiffe was most certainly not a mermaid, thank you very much.
He was a siren, a much more dignified species of creature than the mermaid.
Just because he had gills and a tail did not mean he was the same as those fish-brains. He was much cooler.
Nobody knew exactly how Nino became what he was. They simply knew he was born with gills, and soon had grown webbing between his fingers and the ability to shapeshift his two legs into a singular tail. For years, he was mislabeled as a mermaid, and believed it himself, until he discovered music. The first time he decided to sit down and truly listen to music, he was enthralled. Soon, he began creating his own music. That's when the effects began.
Anybody who heard Nino's first-ever track suddenly became much more refreshed, feeling filled with energy, as if they could run forever and lift ten thousand pounds.
Over time, Nino learned how to weave messages into notes, telling tales of healing and light, of flame and destruction, of harmony and protection. Nino was proud of the music and its effects.
He used music to affect his world.