The Academy of Vendace Halls - In Character

[Ride TheNarwhal]

Headmaster Socratic entered the room holding a stack of envelopes. The envelopes were browned and chapped, with old fashion wax seals on them.
"Ladies and gentleman, here are your dorm allocations. I advise that you get used to whomever you are allotted with, as it will be a long year if you don't. Or maybe not. Only time will tell," announced Socratic. He mumbled something under his breath and the envelopes floated to each person. I hope I don't get some illiterate douchebag though Dexter, while practically ripping open the envelope with the force of a chainsaw, eager to see who he got, while at the same time queasy. In nearly illegible scrawl on some frayed piece of paper two words were written:
Seth Northey
Fine. Could have been worse. thought Dexter. He walked up to who he believed to be Seth and said,
"You ready to fuck some shit up?"

[SweetCinderella]

Rosalina jerked coyly in the direction of Christopher, she had been faintly startled by the approach of an individual. Spinning daintily to see who had surprised her, she brought her eyes to his which were gleaming with confidence. He had bow slightly as he presented her a flower,

“I believe it is a white orchid woven with purple and blue - hand grown."

Rosalina smiled sweetly, one hand on her chest the other grasping her scroll, “Oh,” her smile widened, “why thank you.”

She moved a tiny step towards him, and rather had to lean forward in order to take the pretty floret from this individual’s hand, as she didn’t want to move to far away from Christopher. Christopher had specifically warned her during their journey to the academy that ‘even though someone may appear pleasant that doesn’t mean they are.’ Upon retrieving the flower she straightened up bringing it to her nose to take in its scent. Christopher’s eyes rolled about ‘haven’t even unpacked and it’s already started’ he thought irritated by the nerve of the demon. He turned his attention down towards his scroll - aside from attaining their personalized agenda, the pupils received living quarter’s arrangements and he hoped this demon would not be sharing his quarters, dormitory or common room. Fascination towards Rosalina wasn’t something he wished to supervise.

“Its fragrance is so sweet,” she beamed at the floret like it made her day, “hand grown is forever more ambrosial, wouldn’t you agree?” the octave of her voice high-pitched; melodious. Rosalina gazed credulously at the one who had handed her the flower, awaiting his reply yet was cut off by Christopher,

“Rose you’re in living quarters AW - as am I, seems like Socratic knows what he’s doing by putting us together. We should get a move on,” his eyes portrayed ice as he glared up from his scroll in the direction of the demon, “what about you?” Christopher’s voice matched his eyes.

“Christopher,” Rosalina whispered, “the antagonism is uncalled for.”

“Quite you,” he ordered harshly not lifting his gaze from the demon, who had unmistakably pressed Christopher’s infuriation switch, “you know better than to speak when two males are conversing.”

Rosalina immediately sealed her lips and shifted her gaze to the floor.

“Well?” Christopher pestered, “what quarters are you in?”

As Christopher continued to cross-examine the demon that had kindly given her the flower, Rosalina glanced up around her and made eye contact with what she presumed was a werewolf. He appeared unruly, though she placed no judgement. She bestowed a miniature smile his way prior to shifting her gaze back to the flooring.

[Ralephia]

Alex smirked at the angel "Sir I did not mean to offend you, I was merely admiring how beautiful your friend was. She shouldn't possibly be hung on a snob like you." Turning to the girl, he gave a genuine smile. "My name is Alex Lieu, I am both a shape shifter and a demon. Unfortunate blood lines but everyone must make the best with what they have don't you think? What is your story Rose?" He pulled his schedule, glancing over it before quietly back.

His attention diverted for one moment as the girl looked at the werewolf. "Seems I am in the same quarters, not your roommate though. I'm not sure though. Who here really is the demon, angel?" And with that Alex diverted back to to Rose.

~*~*~*~

Alaskan glanced at the roommates she was with and puffed. "Ugh sirens, of course." She walked over to the pair nearest her, the girl's child voice playful and powerless enough.

"Lilith correct?" Her eyes roved over the other siren before refocusing on the girl. She bristled and the wind around her kicked up in a mini dust spinner. An itch spread to begin shadow jumping but Alaskan pushed it aside to hear what the girl had to say.
Everywhere the shadows teased her, calling for her to go through them. One in particular called, saying Alex was possibly starting a fight. Killing people here was not entirely out of the question but she would have to be sneakier about it. Another downfall.

[Daraev]

Szayel chickled at the anticts of his friend, the sound light and breathy with deep under tones. "I have power developement with Zagan, and my dorm is in AW with a Christopher." He drawled in answer, having never learned to completely supress his Charm, this was the only way to significantly weaken it. Grabbing Lilith's hands, he turned around before picking her up by the waist and wrapped her legs around his. "What about you?" He drawled again.

Then a girl came asking for Lilith, but not before letting her eyes roam over Szayel. "Like what you see?" He asked, drawling only slightly so that Lilith wasn't affected.

[Ralephia]

Alaskan could feel the siren's power come, but she shrugged it off like a bee. "Hm, something average more likely. But then again, those who know how to actually win over people without power are generally more attractive. Shame too, you I defiantly would not get bored of too quickly." Her wind nudged her, getting her attention as it had been spinning around her for a bit. Caressing it with one finger, she sent it through the shadows to be free outside to play. Stepping only briefly through the shadows, Alaskan came to rest staring up into Szayel's eyes, her fingers tapping a rhythm on her hips. "You sirens just charm your way through life. When you really wanna learn how to play like a bad little boy come talk." Tapping the girl's leg, she pointed a genuine smile at Lilith. "No funny games and we will get along swimmingly."