[center][h1]Vixi Viridian[/h1][/center]

Vixi was never one for tours, planned routes or anything that required step-by-step guidance from someone at all, really.  So as soon as she was able, she was striking out on her own, exploring Beacon at her own pace. This usually resulted in ajar-mouthed stares and moments of awe at the sheer magnitude and architecture. Another reason that the less people around her, the better: she looked like a simple-minded bumpkin. But on some level, Vixi didn’t care. She had finally made it.

[i]Vixian Viridian had finally made it to Beacon.[/i]

Her time in between the training Academy and now had been a blur, for the most part. Even the ride here had only vaguely piqued her interest. Her father had a very “I won’t believe it until I see it” and Vixi supposed she got a bit of that from him, saving all of her awe and attention until the moment she touched down at Beacon Academy. Her meeting with the headmaster had been brief, something urgent taking his attention and she was left to wander on her own with her “Scroll” in hand. 

The infernal device didn’t make too much sense to her so she simply stuffed it in her back pocket as she wandered around the school campus, taking in the air and light, the overall tranquility of the school. Vixi had been raised in a conglomeration of rigid and stiff environments. She was always training and learning the proper way to present herself to be on par with the boys. But that wasn’t her at her core. [i]This[/i] place seemed more her style.

Now….if she could just find someone to help point her to…..where ever she should go.